flowers [kim doyoung]

one

"hey! stop ruffling my hair, keiko. i just styled it" the boy glared at girl, making her giggled. both of the 15 year olds were inside doyoung's room.

there stood doyoung in front of the mirror, styling his hair upwards then grunting on how to tie his tie.

"do you think i'll stop dodo? you're lying if you said you just styled it. what event do you even have today?"

the petite girl laughed and slapped his arm, earning a groan from him. she sighed but then she smiled secretly and held his tie. he looked at his best friend but in a confused manner. she smiled and tie his tie for him.

"i'm going to the student council's party. i'm the head of the student council remember. if you're coming to my room just to messed my hair up, i'm not playing the play station with you anymore. i've got jaehyun to play with"

he huffed and put on an annoying face. the atmosphere was tense. he wasn't having it. his heart ached near her. but who was he? he was only her best friend.

"awwe, doyoungie is mad... hehe, i'll make it up to you okay? i know you're nervous cause you are going to recite a speech there. and, i'm trying to easing it! but if you want to be alone— i'll leave you now okay?"
the girl looked serious and went up to the door, but before that, she looked at doyoung and walked towards him.

the boy looked down— feeling uneasy, he was nervous and guilty.

"cheer up best friend" the words came out of her mouth as her lips reaches his cheeks.

and after that he was left alone, with crimson cheeks and flowers suddenly erupt from his chest.

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"ARGH! why do i always have the same dream every night! what did keiko do to me? i can't stop these flowers from growing , please.. " the boy who suddenly woke up from his sleep, having his breath hitched and tears streaming down his warm cheeks. he looked down his chest, seeing the flowers grow on his chest. he also can see his heart, it was swollen red.

though the flowers were becoming bouquets of it.. he's the only one who could see it. and in this world, not many could see it— which gave results of people crying as they looked at him, and him smiling apologetically at them.

the flowers are roses, red roses.

the room seemed cold, nothing was making him felt safe. he was traumatized, but he can't run from it. he was slowly destructing his self.

"i went to japan in hope that it eases, but it becomes worst. why do i love you keiko? you never seemed to noticed it and only making it worst" he sobbed. the thorns hurt him. it affected him, on the inside.

no one could see his blood, only him.

magically, he just didn't died because of the pain.

"i do remember you every second. and i just want you to comeback. but wasn't it me that runaway from you?"