Minho followed Jisung’s frail frame to another corner of the park. Jisung abruptly stopped, Minho doing the same.
Jisung turned around to face Minho, sticking a sheet of paper out. Minho took the paper, looking curiously at Jisung, who had a pained smile on his face.
“Hyung, I don’t have much time left so please refrain from interrupting me. I love you, Hyung. I always have. Unfortunately, you do not feel the same way as I do, and that has resulted in me hacking up flower petals whenever I'm near you for too long.”
Jisung paused his speech to cough petals into his left hand.
“A surgery was available for me, to remove the roots and stems growing in my throat, but I chose against it. My love for you is the most beautiful thing in my life, and I simply did not wish to rid of that. I give you these song lyrics to hopefully remember me by, as I can feel my last bit of energy draining from my body as I speak. So, Hyung, for my last moments I wish to tell you once again how much I love you. I sincerely hope you have a wonderful life with whoever you end up with, and for you to live long. Do not fret over my death, I guess it was just meant to be. Goodbye, my love, good luck.”
With his speech over, Jisung gave Minho a sad smile before his body crumpled over into a pile. Minho’s face was streaked with fresh tears, and he fell to his knees, holding Jisung’s lifeless frame in his arms.
