#10 minhyun & hyunbin :>
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10 ) hanahaki disease
this whole situation is sickening .
( quite literally so )
the other looks down and smiles at something donghan says , small and yet transparently genuine . a concept that dabbles on the side of rarity and his own heart thumps violently at the sight .
the tickling sensation grows at the back of his throat , a gentle reminder of the hell he’s been subjected to because his feelings got the best of him and the one who stands before him has a way of reaching forward and taking minhyun’s breath away without knowing he’s doing it .
he hates him , he hates him , he hates him so goddamn much .
the jigsaw of an incomplete bouquet empties itself from his stomach – it says otherwise .
he doesn’t tell anyone . of course he doesn’t , the embarrassment sits high upon his cheekbones despite his attempts of writing it off as a side effect of the situation . he’s sick , cause : something he ate – an excuse penned by his own lips when inquisitors nosily ask for answers for his ill appearance . he’s sweaty and flushes almost instantly at the thought of the one who caused it all . i’m sick and it’s all your fault , he wants to tell him .
the taste of copper resides in his mouth long after he’s done coughing , arched above a toilet in his father’s company , and accompanied by a loneliness he’s never acknowledged before .
pathetic , his mind whispers . he silently agrees .
he doesn’t tell anyone , but someone finds out anyways .
shihyun’s judgemental stare makes his skin crawl in a way it hadn’t before , truth laid bare within the stained lavenders he clutches at his side . there’s growing respect as he’s not asked of anything specific, simply passed a napkin in silence which he then uses to tab at his lips . eyes stay fixated towards the distance , too prideful to meet gazes and and confess the weight that sits heavy on his soul , desperate to be uttered into the air .
however , he’s not sure what answer he’d give the other anyways . hyunbin smiled differently one morning and minhyun’s heart decided to give it all up right then and there ? it is shame that entangles itself with the structureless flowers , becoming metaphorical thorns because human emotions had long since been deemed arbitrary by a haughty minhyun in early childhood and yet here he lays , dying on his feet and yearning for something he will never let himself have .
correction : that he will never have , regardless .
the final straw comes when fear runs high , and MURDERER becomes yet another noun associated with each member of the mismatched gang of misfits . he doesn’t know how they get there , but he knows he had at some point reached out to hold hyunbin’s hand during an overwhelming moment . in return , eyes filled to the brim with curiosity at his actions meet his almost abruptly . he lets go as if burned then , as if suddenly conscious of his actions and excuses himself from the room . he walks , then runs , until he’s alone and surrounded by winter cold and the white of snow .
his heart is full , and so is his throat . the petals join together to partake in a stranglehold upon his lungs and throat , squeezing and suffocating until he’s forced to open his mouth and let the red drip down , till he’s on his knees and praying to a god he’s never looked towards before simply because he heaves and makes a mess in the snow . it’s your fault , he wants to tell him , red on his lips and a crazy glint growing in his eyes , this wasn’t supposed to happen .
and maybe hyunbin would laugh , laugh until he too chokes on an emotion he hadn’t expected to feel in that moment , giggle until minhyun slams his lips against the other’s and lets him taste the copper that’s found a home upon his tongue .
hyunbin would laugh , and minhyun would rue the day he ever let himself fall for something just within his reach but ever so far . he hates him .
footsteps follow him in the snow . he doesn’t need to look up to know who it is , a presence he’s stubbornly become accustomed to , but he does . he looks up and meets the blank expression hyunbin wears like a second skin . minhyun stares , normally perfectly styled hair , never a strand out of piece , falling into his eyes . a bubble of laughter crawls up his throat , a welcomed change , the sound engulfing him as he stumbles in an attempt to stand.
he knows .
he knows he knows .
his teeth are painted crimson , apparent as he stretches his lips wide into a makeshift smile.
“ i hate you , ” he says with a tone of finality.
hyunbin takes a step closer , before nodding . “ i know . ”
