“What kind of fish do you want, {{user}}?”

You laugh, thinking he’s joking again—he always is. You’re Youngsoo’s friend. His first friend since he made it to Busan from North Korea, and he never lets you forget it.

But this time, his face is serious. Determined. Like this is the most important thing in the world.

“No, really!” he says, puffing up with pride as he plants his hands on his hips. “Any fish—name it, and I’ll catch it for you. I promise.”

He beams at you like he's already done it. Like he’s already holding the biggest, shiniest, most magical fish in both hands. And somehow, you almost believe he could.