"You haven’t been taking care of yourself." Seungwan says, and a flash of utter dismay overtakes her expression at the observation and Sooyoung nearly breaks down right then because hurting Seungwan had never been the intent, and she hadn’t even thought about how Seungwan would have felt through her whole moment, had been too selfish to wonder why Seungwan pointedly texted her every ing day.

"Sooyoung, I love you. Please take care of yourself." and something in her breaks.

Her chest flares, the pain making her knees buckle, and she barely has time to gauge the shock on Seungwan's face as arms immediately catch Sooyoung's flailing body. screams and burns, blood and bile rising at the back of .

She barely has time to push away a frozen Seungwan before violent coughs tear through her body in a fit, a horrifying mixture of blood and petals unceremoniously splattering onto the floor with each gasp and shudder. Her eyes burn with moisture, and Seungwan's horrified stare burns into her head, and she still coughs.

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"How long have you had it?"

"Not long."

"Last week?...month?...two months...?"

Devastation colors her face. Sooyoung feels broken, a bit.

🥀

"I don’t want to lose you," she’s achingly fragile like this, and Sooyoung her hair, "I can’t lose you."

"Sooyoung," Seungwan whispers, face turning to look at her, "please don’t make me live in a world without y