Jisung made it into the bathroom, quickly rushing into a stall. He stuck his head down the toilet right as the blood and flower petals began fluttering out of his esophagus. The gorgeous white petals that had begun this whole ordeal had been dyed a permanent crimson, leaving their mark as they came tumbling from Jisung’s throat.
Jisung knew this disease was slowly killing him, and he had had several friends and loved one’s plead for him to get the surgery to remove the roots and stems growing deep in his throat, to remove the petals. He declined them every time. Even though his one-sided love may kill him in the end, his love for Minho was much too beautiful to simply throw away. Jisung didn’t mind if it killed him, he had accepted the early death he was destined for, as long as he got to spend his last days staring at the beauty that was Lee Minho.
