Red roses that grow inside our black lungs || Jaepil

prologue; stage 0

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Stage 0
Calla lilies
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You could tell Wonpil a lot of things. But something he would never, ever, admit was his itty bitty crush on his room- and bandmate who would often softly smile at him, who would hold his hands whenever he got scares and who was overall handsome and funny and basically perfect. Nope, Wonpil would -never- admit to himself that he liked Sungjin who was looking with curiosity at Wonpil. He was sitting at the opposite side of the couch, staring at Sungjin for the past two minutes.

"Is there something on my face," he chuckled, wiping with the back of his hands over his round cheeks. Wonpil shook his head quickly while the rest of the bandmates were all staring at him. "Then it's okay... But why were you staring?" Sungjin raised one eyebrow, elbowing Wonpil in his leg, making the younger genuinely giggle.

"A- Ah Sungjin-hyung, it's nothing, I mean it. I was just lost in my own thoughts, you see? Just thinking." Wonpil forced to let out a stiff giggle to loosen the tensed air. How did it get even this warm in just a couple of seconds?

"Yeah, I see. Don't worry about it." The four boys focussed back onto the movie that was still playing. Wonpil sighed deeply, whipping his head backwards and counting the leakage-stains on their ceiling. Wonpil could feel a pair of eyes staring at him, but there was a ¼ change that it was Sungjin, and he didn't want to risk it. So he stayed with his eyes concentrated on the ceiling.

And that's how Wonpil ended up here, with his head hanging out of the window and half-drunk, thinking about Sungjin and the rest of the band. And he wondered how the rest would react if he would admit his feelings to Sungjin. But Wonpil knew that he was a coward and that he could never actually tell Sungjin about his feelings. He just couldn't he knew that Sungjin would never feel the same. He sighed deeply, taking in the winter air and that's when it first happened, he coughed. It was hard and for a long period of time, like something was stuck in his throat. Wonpil could feel an arm snaking around his waist.

"You okay?" Sungjin's deep and slurred voice send shivers down Wonpil's spine. Wonpil just blamed it on the cold weather. He stopped coughing and just stared outside, his head hanging low. "Whatcha looking at- come on... Wonpil-ah, talk to me, please... When you were with us you already did strangely... Did we do something wrong?" Wonpil groaned tiredly. He didn't want to talk to Sungjin. He wanted to be left alone.

"Just go away Sungjin-hyung. I need some alone time. I'm thinking." Sungjin poked Wonpil in the rib, making the latter let out a yelp as he finally took his head back inside to look at Sungjin. "That was not necessary! You know I'm sensitive!" Sungjin chuckled.

"And you know I'm curious, so tell me your problem..." Wonpil shook his head. "Please? Pretty please?" Wonpil sighed deeply.

"Sure, fine. I was thinking about... About... About Jaehyung!" Sungjin squinted his eyes, looking very suspicious of the younger boy who held up his hands in defence. "I mean it! He has been doing a little bit strange lately, right?" Sungjin shrugged. He didn't know.

"I don't focus that much on Jaehyung."

"On who -do- you focus then?" And with those words, Sungjin left the bedroom and Wonpil didn't have the hope that the older would get back. Not now, at least, he had to give him time... A lot of time.