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final breath; park sunghoon

title: final breath

genre: hanahaki disease!au, angst

word count: 517 words

a/n: ik its not an original concept, just wanting to practice writing angst bc i want to share my sadness JDJSMSDHN IM SORRY IM MEAN PLS DONT KILL ME (WRITING THIS ALSO KILLED ME) also sorry it isnt that good :(

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[10:45 pm] 

Sunghoon grasps his stomach in pain, trying to stop himself from vomiting even more. But before he even realizes it, his bedroom floors are stained red. 

There laid a bed of flattened roses, akin to his blood that was of a vibrant red. 

His head is throbbing, burning with immense heat. He tries to take a breath but feels like he's being suffocated. At this point, the flowers that have taken root in his lungs and have hindered him from taking another breath. 

But he was already used to this. To the feeling. 

In his last moments, all that flashes through his mind is the way you smile at his friend, Jake. If you could only smile the same way for him. If only for one moment, he could be the cause of your joy. 

It's painful, he thought. But no tears were threatening his eyes. He only felt immense emptiness, only filled with a thorn of flowers that was dragging him even closer to the brink of death. 

Roses. They were beautiful, but amongst them were prickly thorns. 

His vision flickers in and out of consciousness. He can only see the scattered red roses that were coated with his own blood. He lifts his hand to rub his wounded throat, trying to ease the pain. 

It's too late. He can't go back and see you again. 

But he would trade nothing in the world for it. His last memory is a red rose, your favorite flower. At least, he has something of you. A part of you, a piece of your existence. 

And he wouldn't go back, even if he was given a chance. If he could love you over and over again, he wouldn't even doubt the choice. 

Loving you was the most beautiful thing he's ever done. 

Even though he was being strangled by these prickly thorns, he doesn't want to forget about you. Though every day he had to cough up blood, he knew he wouldn't want you to be left behind as a forgotten memory.

Instead of hating you, instead of scorning your very existence. Why does he still love you? Why does the heart keep yearning for what it knows will keep hurting it?  

He hears the ring of his phone and shifts his gaze to glimpse your name. Quickly grabbing it, he leans to the back of the wall for support. 

"My date with Jake went well! I have so much to tell you, Hoon." He hears your voice reverberating from his phone, and he smiles. He doesn't even understand what you were saying at that moment, only being able to recognize that it was your voice. 

It was you. 

He loses the strength to grasp his phone firmly, and his consciousness has become a blur. Your voice is in the background, but he doesn't understand a single word you were saying. 

Before he knows it, his vision turns jet black, leading him to eternal slumber. 

In the next life, I'll love you again, and I’ll continue loving you until the world ceases to exist. Sunghoon mutters inaudibly.