flowers [kim doyoung]

twenty-three

two bodies were tangled up with each other, filling the warmth between them as the cold air of the conditioner is blasting. their hearts glowed in the same color, a faint pink, slowly easing doyoung's pain that he had. he slept with no trouble, as if he got his sleep for the first time in years. but we all know that this wouldn't last long.

the sun hasn't came out yet, so it was still dark.
keiko shifted her leg, wrapping her legs around the pillow. it was the most comfiest one that she hugged because of its warmth but, why did the pillow is hard and moving?

wait shoot— i crash at doyoung's. hope i didn't suffocate him cause i wanna hug him longer. he's.. really comforting in such a way, even without saying anything.

keiko snuggled further until she had her face against doyoung's chest. his scent was addicting, making her hate herself for taking it in like its a drug.

soon, a few minutes after hugging doyoung in her sleep, she heard a sobbing noise coming from above her head. she slowly open her eyes, her dark orbs staring at doyoung who was crying silently. his mouth keeps on mouthing "no"

she looked at him with full of gloominess. how she wished that she could kiss his tears away, caressing his cheek saying that it's okay.

but i'm just a friend

she argued with her mind. she shifted her position from hugging him to sitting as she faced doyoung.

"ouh god, please don't cry" keiko said softly while she pushed doyoung's messy hair out of his face. she felt sorry for him. she wondered what could disturb him all these time.

"how lovey dovey you two" a familiar voice irks keiko . quickly she turned her head to find the voice. she knew this voice, what is she doing here?

the voice chuckled, "you might break your neck searching for me. look at the mirror" she said simply, making keiko instantly looked at the mirror that is beside doyoung.

she gasped as she looked there. there was that woman, the one who controlled her in her dreams.. she was hovering over doyoung, acting so intimate making her almost gagged. she had her hands on doyoung's neck, as if she was choking him.

but it was only in the mirror. doyoung was sleeping beside her, crying silently.
keiko hissed and brought doyoung's head laying on her lap, keeping him close.

"stop what you're doing to doyoung. i don't know who the hell you are but stop doing that. w-what did we even do to you?" she whispered. she was getting scared, even though this wasn't a normal case for her since she is a brave one.

"dear, you're so naive. i want him, doyoung. he looked like my past lover and now i want his body to use"

"he is not your toy!"

"he's not yours too. can you go on dating, imagining that you're with him?"

keiko stayed silent. she was angry with that fact. it was true, she lied to doyoung that she never dated but she tried to date and it flopped because it was never doyoung in the first place.

"see, you looked pathetic. just give him to me! soon he'll give up, i'll take him entirely" she says that darkly making keiko shivered.

keiko build up her courage. she wasn't going to give doyoung to her, no matter if he loves her or not.

"yeah, you are right. i can't go on dates, imagining those guys are doyoung right? but that's not your business. i love doyoung! even if he doesn't know it for a thousand years, he will not be yours! you'll be using him for sin. you're the one who is a pathetic bitxh" keiko yelled at her, feeling dismayed.

the women in the mirror screamed, holding her chest where her heart is but, it seems like there's a hole there, light shining out of it, like it was killing her slowly. it was only a spot, making her rage like never before.

the woman's eyes turned black as coal. she looked at keiko with death in her eyes.

she points her finger at keiko, and just like that, keiko was enduring the throb that was crawling onto her throat. that woman was choking her!

slowly, as keiko endures, she was floating as she struggled to survive the great choke.

she yelled and screamed, pleading that doyoung will help her but doyoung was still sleeping but he looks in great pain. he was still crying as he clutches his chest.

out of the blue, someone opened the door in a rush.
it was doyoung's friend.

wait, isn't that yuta? help us please!

she was on the verge of giving up. she was choked but nothing but she could feel the way a hand wrapped around her neck, blocking her airway.

"zaya, stop this! don't torture them!" he yelled loudly at zaya who was still pointing at keiko with her dark eyes.

zaya chuckled evilly, ignoring what he said. she pointed to yuta, swinging keiko was floating just now to yuta, making them both to collide with each other.

doyoung on the other side was struggling. he felt that he was being tortured again but he wants to fight it too. he slowly opened his eyes, looking at the mirror where zaya was present in it.

he turned his head to see both of his best friends laying on the floor, passed out. he could see the bruise marks on their body.

he reached his hand under the bed to take his bow. just his archery bow without the arrows.

he held his bleeding chest to ease the pain. he gets up from the bed.

"zaya, get the fuck out from here" he said those words before swinging the bow to his mirror.

"NO!" he heard zaya yelled. he was done with her.

he swings the bow again multiple times until the glass shattered.

he didn't care about it anymore. he wants to end his misery along with his friends' misery too.

he wiped his tears. "help" , he whispered as he sat on the bed and cried, feeling hopeless.