Disdain of Carnations | SanSang

Chapter 12: Meant To Be

Frantically, the prince found himself knocking on Hongjoong's door impatiently. Panic was arising within his body, and he looked back to look at the others - his heart faltering as he saw Mingi was missing. He heaved out a breath, his chest deliberately aching. "Where did Mingi go?"

He watched Seonghwa hoist the younger a little more, Jongho helping his best.

"He went back to the shack," said Seonghwa. "Was going to get medical supplies just in case."

Yeosang bit the inside of his cheek, running his hand through his hair. His heart was already beating like crazy, so he faced the door once more - ready to knock yet again. However, the door was already being pulled open, and he glanced at Hongjoong.

Hongjoong's eyes lit up, "Yeosang, you're alive!"

Yeosang couldn't help but smile a little, rather sheepish. "Yeah! But uhm, can… we catch up later?"

"Why?"

Yeosang moved a little off to the side, clearing his throat, "That's why…"

Hongjoong shifted closer, his eyebrows raising. He could see the blood dripping from San, so he quickly moved out of the way and beckoned them in. He pushed the chairs in, moved his stuff aside, and he opened the door towards his room.

The eldest gently took hold of San and helped Seonghwa in placing him on the bed. Placing his fingers at his neck, Hongjoong knit his eyebrows together, "He's breathing slowly." He looked at Seonghwa. "Help me sit him up."

"W-What? Why?" Seonghwa was taken aback.

"We need to get rid of his shirt. How else are we going to apply pressure to his wound?"

"Right, right."

Yeosang stood there, anxiety crawling over his skin. Worries and woes clouding his mind. A storm of guilt was swallowing him whole as he felt responsible for the injury thay San had received. His eyes watched as Hongjoong pulled out the dagger slowly, carefully, and Seonghwa waited to wrap the bandage around San as tight as he could.

The sound was irksome, Yeosang felt his blood go cold as the dagger came out from San. Seonghwa rushed to wrap the bandage, Jongho lending him a hand to do so. They kept it firm, tight enough to apply pressure but not to restrain his breathing.

Hongjoong placed the dagger on the countertop, looking through his drawers for a shirt. He soon put it on San, sighing. "I don't know how he's lasted with this weather and the blood loss."

"He's strong," Jongho said.

"Yeah…" Yeosang agreed, his eyes crestfallen - head down - as he kept an eye on San. "Very strong…"

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Mingi felt his stomach churn for the lie he gave. His palms were sweating, and he shivered as he kept pushing through the snow. He could feel the moisture of the snow in his legs, and he hated it—his bones were hurting from how freezing it was.

His teeth were beginning to chatter, yet he did not care. He breathed out heavily, shakily. "Y-Yu-Yunho! Where- where are you?" He looked around, his heart heavy as it pounded against his ribs.

He shouldn't have done this, yet he couldn't leave Yunho alone. Yunho was his best friend; it felt wrong to abandon someone he's known for years over someone he met not so long ago. Yes, he acknowledged that he liked Yeosang, but it made him uncomfortable to leave Yunho all alone.

Mingi stopped as he saw bloodied tracks up ahead, so he tensed as he slowly followed beside them. He was afraid of what he'd see; he had hopes of what to find. All he could hear in his ears was the way his heart raced profoundly, his blood rushing up to his ears. The shivers crawled up his spine which caused him to stagger forward.