Cosmic Wishes

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/33967834.

Rating: General Audiences

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Category: M/M
Fandom: TREASURE (Korea Band)
Relationship: Kim Junkyu/Park Jihoon
Character: Kim Junkyu, Park Jihoon (TREASURE)
Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Astrology, White Day
Stats: Published: 2021-09-19 Words: 1232

Cosmic Wishes
by iphj

Summary

Junkyu does not believe in horoscopes nor does he collect stones. However, he does believe
in signs.

Junkyu does not believe in astrology. He does not collect stones or crystals (whatever that is) nor
does he read his horoscope for the day. However, he does believe in signs.

He first wished for one before his final exam in math. Clinging to desperation, he asked for the
high heavens to send him a sign. He did not specify which one, though he did say something about
meeting a stray cat. He did meet one. The cat even nuzzled on his knee which painted an adoring
smile on his face.

He passed the test on that exact day. He brushed it off, thinking of it as a mere coincidence.

The second time was when he needed that win for a singing contest he participated in. This time, he
was more particular. If there were meat buns in the nearby convenience store, then he would win
the contest. The meat buns were always out-of-stock due to the amount of students relying on it for
their survival (it's also the cheapest food around the block).

There were meat buns that day, fifty of them to be exact. With clasped hands, he heard his name
announced by the joyful MC along with the numerous howls and thunderous claps from the crowd.
He won the contest. He shrugged over it once again. Pure coincidence, he said.

To try for the last time (because third time's the charm), he asked for a red rose. It really could be
anything, a real one or a print. Junkyu was always drawn to its thorns along its stem, contrasting its
blood-esque beauty.

Just like Jihoon's face ironically matching his body.

On White Day, Junkyu was determined to confess to Jihoon. Unlike the other signs he asked for,
instead of success, he wanted reassurance. That on White Day, they would still be okay despite his
confession.

That's it, really. He only wanted reassurance and nothing more. Okay, maybe a little bit more. Like
'I hope he likes me back' kind of more. But Junkyu humbled himself, knowing that Jihoon would
never be attracted to him. Despite seeing the latter stealing glances, or that one time when he
hugged Jihoon and he noticed the other's hair on his nape raise, or that time when Jihoon would
suddenly hold his hand.

Nope. Jihoon would never like him like that.

The night before, Junkyu dreamt of red roses, wrapped around his body. Its thorns were prickling
him ever so slightly, ghosting above his skin. As if to tell that whatever his plan is, it would go
well. Or at least, that was how Junkyu interpreted it.

The dreaded day came. Junkyu rubbed his hands, quietly muttering a prayer, before heading
towards their room. Jihoon's desk was filled with chocolates and roses. Junkyu froze, quite literally
as he felt Jihoon's brooding presence behind him.

"Hey!" Jihoon shouted near his ear, deafening him for a moment. "Do you want one?" Jihoon
asked, oblivious to the latter's sweat rolling down his temple.

"No. I don't like chocolates." Junkyu shook his head. His hand gripped the chocolate he has been
holding, almost melting it with the heat his body has been emitting.

"Oh! You got one yourself!" Jihoon grabbed Junkyu's hands, forcing them to open. "And it's
Hershey's!"

"It's for you, idiot." Junkyu muttered under his breath. Jihoon looked at him, a beautiful rose pink
coming up slowly to his cheeks. "What?" Jihoon asked. "I said, it's for you!" Junkyu shouted, and
as if it was a movie, everything went quiet.

Jihoon peered at him, eyes blinking with disbelief. "What?" He repeated. Irritated, Junkyu rolled
his eyes. "Are you deaf? Is your arthritis acting up again?" He retorted. Jihoon chuckled, letting go
of the other's hand. "Well, you have to give it properly." He stood up straight and laid his hands in
front of the latter. Junkyu slammed the chocolate in the boy's hands. "Do you want it or not? I'd eat
it instead." Jihoon's lips let out another chuckle. Junkyu looked at him in awe because how could
one stand there, looking like an art piece while clad in their boring black uniform? "Are you
laughing at me?" Junkyu narrowed his eyes, trying his best to look infuriated despite his face
painted with beet red.

"Is this how you confess?" Jihoon calmed down, his lips still stretched into a smile. "Well, yes. If
you're going to reject me, do it tomorrow." Junkyu turned his back away, thoughts of regret now
flooding his mind. Stupid signs!

"I do like you. Very much. Like ever since we were in middle school, even if you had your hair
styled like it was plopped right onto your head. I like how you're so passionate about everything.
How you pour your heart into dancing. How you sleep with your eyes open. How you...how you
make my heart do this little backflip - even though I don't think that's really possible, with just the
sound of your voice. I don't like how you make my stomach feel these insects, but I love them at
the same time. I like you, Park Jihoon. Now, if you don't like me, fine. But please reject me
tomorrow, or next week, or the next week after next week. Okay?" Junkyu rambled, running out of
breath as he burst right out their room. Deep inhales and exhales were all he could muster as he
desperately clutched onto his knees. A towering figure made its way in front of him. By the whiff
of his wood sage cologne, Junkyu could easily tell it was Jihoon.

"That was a lot." Jihoon said, smiling at him. He knelt in front of the boy and rubbed his back.
"Did you rehearse that?" Junkyu shooked his head, bringing one hand upwards to slap Jihoon's
back. "What was that for?" Jihoon rubbed his own back now, face scrunched in pain. Junkyu
brought his middle finger up. Jihoon only laughed at him. "Well, I don't have a speech or anything.
But, I like you too, Kim Junkyu."

Junkyu snapped his head at that. "What?"

"Are you deaf? Is your arthritis acting up?" Jihoon said with the most Junkyu-like voice. Junkyu
rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time. Glowering, he asked, "Be serious for once."
"I really do like you! It started when we were middle school, I think. We were in this bench, and
then you were laying in my lap. Then like in those anime series, you were in this glowing light then
cherry blossoms started to fall. You had your eyes closed and you had this small smile in your face.
At that time, I thought that you were beautiful. Then, I don't know, I thought that maybe I do like
you. You are very beautiful, and charming, and smart, or maybe not so much. You have this
beautiful voice! And this beautiful smile! And this warm heart! Have you seen yourself? You
could walk into a room and everyone else would follow you!" Jihoon said, his hands busy with
gestures. Junkyu looked like he could explode with the way his face felt hot.

"You are cheesy. I wished I didn't like you." Junkyu laughed and looked down.

"But you did." Jihoon smiled at him, bringing his hand up to Junkyu's cheeks. The two stared for
what felt like eternity, until the school bell rang, signalling the start of their second subject.

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