Beomjun | A Hanahaki Story
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Blood Painted Flowers.
In which Beomgyu has come to terms with his disease, not knowing someone is already there to save him.
All the boy wanted was to wither away and escape this pain ─ because sometimes de...
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Ch. 017 —
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[Beomgyu.]
That night the urge to cough came back, probably because I had kept it in all day...
...but still, it's different.
"What the..." I mumble, taking in the sight before me.
There are only two flowers.
Two.
I pick them up, one per hand, and I feel like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.
At least until the coughing resumes again.
I groan once the bloody flower remnants finally leave my system — but still they don't do anything to lessen my mood.
Because for some reason there are only petals now. Besides the two full roses, only stained petals and chunks of stems have come out of me. And it's way less than the normal amount.
