flowers [kim doyoung]

nine

"bro, u need to tell me what happened. i literally came to your house because i called you 15 times on your phone, you didn't answer. same goes to your house phone, 10 times and you still didn't answer. i thought you were dead"

doyoung furrowed his eyebrows. oh, he was so much better dead than living, he screamed internally.

he looked at yuta who is questioning him. he suddenly look at him again.

"what's the time now?" doyoung suddenly ask, making the other one looked at him in annoyed.

"it's 12 in the afternoon " he mumbled. doyoung was too weird for him.

"what?! i've been sleeping for 4 hours?!" doyoung slapped his own face. he was disappointed with his self. he shouldn't been wasting time.

time is so precious to him.

"doyoung! stop worrying about your time fetishness, stop ignoring my questions. you looked awful, you looked fucking sad, miserable and i'm want to help you, you freak" yuta hold shoulders and looked at him in the eye.

his brown orbs showed no emotion there. dull as it can be.

"i-i.. it's so hard being me" he broke down into tears. he doesn't really cry but when he does— it means that he is really on the verge of giving up.

this man never had a true personality. it differs from time to time, making people questioned him.

to yuta, he had been with doyoung since the man was 13, he met him through instagram and now, he is helping him, being buddies with him.
and to him, doyoung was sacred. he was just suffering this 'thing' that he can't even say what it is.

and because of the 'thing', his personalities slowly dies.

"what's so hard? please tell me" yuta's soft caress on his back, making the crying one cried harder.

"bro.. the dream i had earlier.. i can't take it nor enjoy it. i felt guilty having this feeling. you know keiko right? she was in my dream and the fantasies— the dark ones. they're haunting me in my dream. i don't want her like that. i just want her because i truly love her, not because of lust" he tells the brunette.

yuta hears his story attentively. he nods and pats his back more.

"is there more?"

"well.. i know this problem just came to me 5 years ago, it happened suddenly i don't know why. i do love keiko. too much actually but it should be normal.. the flowers yes.. this disease does exist but it shouldn't be painful.. i saw my mom's one when i was small and she didn't look that hurt. like, i could see yours too— glowing in a faint pink, cute..but mine.. it looks awfully weird.. l-like at the hospital we used to operate patients with black colored hearts.. mine resembles them and i-i'm scared"
he sighed with yuta sitting in front of him, looking at him blankly.

"well, i do know you for long time. and to be honest, i know you are suffering from depression, but, it doesn't connects well with the color of your heart. you see, i've seen people with broken hearts.. because of love and depression. they're not.. severe like yours and i'm wondering the hell happened to you—"

yuta said as he looked into doyoung's eyes. he stares at it while talking to him and saw something that he shouldn't see.

he stopped talking at stares at doyoung.

"what?"

"doyoung, your left eyes is becoming black. all black"

"stop joking yuta. it's not the time to make jokes"

"try me" yuta fished out his phone and snapped a picture of doyoung and luckily, he manages to snap it before it disappears suddenly.

"see it for yourself "
he showed the picture to doyoung, making the latter latched his hand on his left eye.