The flower petals, slowly filling his lungs and blooming in his throat were choking him. Tears finally streamed down his cheeks indicating that he couldn't bear the pain. Youngho had suggested him to undergo the surgery. But the only thing running inside his mind was that the pain was worth it, Yuta was worth it.
Taeyong didn't remember when he started coughing flower petals, maybe it was when Yuta smiled cheekily at the older while the older was scolding him. Or maybe when the younger would comfort him while the older missed his family. He still didn't remember but the pain in his chest always reminded that yes, he had fallen in love with the younger. Sometimes, his stare at the younger would linger more than necessary and when they would make eye contact, the older would feel flowers slowly blooming and spreading through his lungs. Maybe Yuta was oblivious or he was just being nice, the older didn't know but he sure knew one thing that his condition was worsening as days passed.