The room is in chaos.

Nayeon’s even louder, if that was possible, and Jeongyeon has lost every bit of the chic image in her state of sobbing.

Momo doesn’t say much, just sits there as her fists tighten, crushing the paper into a ball, while Sana’s not sure if it’s the tears or the swollen eyelids that are making her vision blurry.

If there was any moment where the members didn’t want Mina to speak louder, it’s now they wish she didn’t have any reason to for once in her life, be louder than Nayeon, her pleas piercing through the air.

Dahyun’s whole body is now trembling, and there’s dear Chaeyoung, whom everyone knows isn’t hiding the usual up-to-her-eyes smile behind the cascade of now back to black hair.

No one has moved, every single one struck, stuck in their places, ever since the start of the clear and constant beeping of the monitor.

It rings in their ears like an alarm clock.

But they can’t seem to wake up from this nightmare.

And then Tzuyu leans over the figure on the hospital bed,

everyone gasps

as she gingerly picks the vibrant purple hyacinth from the now turned purple lips.

Even just lying there, skin rapidly paling, Jihyo looks beautiful.

The flower on her fingertips, Tzuyu thinks, is so bright it could stain her fingers, but somehow she would like that, as if Jihyo’s love and life itself could b