till my lips are red and my lungs are blue
Description
Chaeryeong swipes down the screen numbly. There are, apparently, only three possible options for someone suffering from Hanahaki disease. (Four, if you count dying.)
Compared to the other two, this one sounds like a piece of cake. Get over her stupid feelings for Ryujin. Easy.
Or, Chaeryeong starts coughing up blue petals that look suspiciously like Ryujin's favourite flower.
Foreword
this fic is crossposted on ao3! (would recommend you read on ao3 instead for a better reading experience ♡)
written for itzfest round one (itzfest fic collection)
twt | writing twt | cc
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