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It is a normal day. The wisps of clouds cover the expanse of the crystal blue sky, and Sunghoon relishes in the sweet heat that comes from the sun's rays, beating down on him.
Like any other day, Sunghoon joins Wonyoung under a tree, branches wide and spanning for what seems like miles. Under the slight spring chill, Sunghoon finds himself relaxing as he watches Wonyoung chatter away, gesturing animatedly.
They open their lunch boxes and wait for Jungwon and Rei's arrival, discussing about the school day.
Today, he has a simple sandwich, some crackers, and grapes. He sticks a toothpick into the fruit and chews on it thoughtfully as Wonyoung explains why she absolutely can't enjoy chemistry.
He agrees — an annoying class, but a necessary one at it.
His heart flutters when she laughs at one of his comment, and Sunghoon heats up the moment Wonyoung looks at him for a second longer than he's used to.
Adverting his eyes, he spots Jungwon and Rei bantering about something as they approach the tree, and Sunghoon turns over to glimpse at Wonyoung, watching the waves of her hair flutter in the wind, and then follows her line of sight.
She's looking at Jungwon and Rei as they suddenly turn around again — probably to get a napkin or something, when he pauses.
Sunghoon feels something stir in his chest, like a whirlwind of something floral — because that's all he can smell right now — and he suddenly drops his sandwich, punching his chest.
"What's wrong?" Wonyoung says, concern etched on her face. Sunghoon gives her a placid smile and shakes off her worries, even when he feels like there's something heavy weighing on his chest, and splinters of pain shoot throughout his entire body.
She was staring at Jungwon. Only at him.
Suddenly, the stirring starts to hurt, and he can't quite get whatever is stuck in his chest out, so he starts to cough. And cough, and cough, and cough until Wonyoung stands up and mumbles something about getting him a water bottle, and how he should wear a jacket more often.
He would tell her to stay — that he's okay — but his eyes are watering, breaths shuddering with every inhale, and when he finally can hack out whatever is launched in his throat, he takes a look, and freezes.
It's a singular flower petal.
Sunghoon pales, staring down at the offending object.
