flowers [kim doyoung]

thirty

"dude, wake up!" yuta shoved doyoung off of the couch he was sleeping.

doyoung ended up on the floor, muffling a grunt and a clanking sound. he squinted his eyes, trying to process what was happening. the cold white surrounding, his large bed which is empty, and a furious and confused yuta hovering him.

he realizes that he was on the floor, a dagger was in his grasp. a silver dagger that had a red rose ornament planted on its holder.

the rose dagger

he remembered now. he remembered everything.

how zaya wants their bodies to kill them.
how zaya hated roses.
how zaya can be human again on full moon with just a simple spell.
how zaya killed the guests at the ball.

how jangmi desperately asked him to kill her, to end it.

everything was fuzzy and he was counting on his last braincells to remember the information.

"is shoving me out of the couch necessary nakamoto?" his hoarse voice asked his best friend who looked like someone just ate all of his food stock.

rolling his eyes, yuta mumbled under his breath before answering doyoung's question. "i wouldn't shove you if you could wake up easily and didn't scream some other woman's name. keiko's pissed and she lash it on me and now i'm pissed"

doyoung took a moment to recall his dream. then he did realized that he yelled jangmi's name when she was stabbed by zaya.

he scrunches his nose and wiped his teary eyes. "did..did i scream the name.. 'jangmi'?" he questioned yuta.

yuta nodded.

doyoung knew he was good as dead because keiko gets jealous fast even though she didn't show it.
he looked at the dagger grasped in his right hand, soon he jolted up from his position, putting the dagger in his pocket before barging out of his bedroom to find keiko.