Red roses that grow inside our black lungs || Jaepil

Chapter 2; Stage 2

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Stage 2.
red Dahlia

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"Not at all." 

            Ever since Jae told him that, Wonpil couldn't get it out of his mind. Well, he coul dn't get a lot of things out of his head. Sungjin had been crying a lot, every night Wonpil could hear the older male crying asking why Wonpil didn't tell them earlier, asking himself if this is the end, asking himself if this is all his fault. It pained Wonpil to hear. The sobs became unbearable to the point Wonpil often just slept on the couch, rather than his actually comfortable bed. Sometimes -more often than Wonpil would like to admit- Jae would come and sit on one of the chairs, talking to Wonpil like old times. Jae was the only one who didn't change in this period of time. Wonpil was grateful for Jae

            "How are you feeling," Younghyun started. Wonpil had been laying on the bed, a bin beside him. The bottom was already covered with red flower petals. Younghyun sat down beside Wonpil who had pulled himself up, now sitting with crossed legs on his bed.

            "I'm alright... Why? You look worried." Even while the younger had pale skin, dark circles and bloodshot eyes, he giggled. His lips curled into a smile, lighting up the dark room in an instant. "You know what you always tell us, we shouldn't worry, we're going to get wrinkles if we do. But you worry the most out of us five." Younghyun shook his head.

            "Wonpil-ah, I have to talk about something serious, okay? I want you to focus on." Wonpil sat up even straighter. His hands that were first calmly resting in his lap, now tensed and were grabbing the duvet. Wonpil tipped his head to the right. "I don't want you to become mad, but we talked with JYP and he wants you to do the surgery."

            "Should we check on him?" Jae asked Dowoon. Wonpil had thrown a fit. After Younghyun had told him he would -never- do the surgery, the bassist became mad. He didn't want his friend to die, especially not if there was a way to save his life. Wonpil had kicked him out of his room, before locking the door and screaming that he rather wants to die than to ever talk to any of them again. Dowoon shrugged at Jae's question.

            "Sungjin-hyung said we should leave him alone." But even Dowoon had to admit that the broken sobs Wonpil made were heartbreaking to hear. Dowoon sighed as Jae started to look at him with big puppy eyes. "Okay, okay, we're gonna go check on him... But Sungjin doesn't have to know, right?"

            "Sungjin doesn't have to know anything," he confirmed before knocking on the keyboardist's bedroom-door. Wonpil sniffled, peeked under the blanket to the door.

            "Who's there?"

            "Jaehyungie and Dowoonie."

            "You can come in." Wonpil unlocked the door before sprinting back to his bed, coughing loudly. Jae sat down beside Wonpil, Dowoon on the other side. Wonpil pointed at the bin and Jae was just too late. Wonpil coughed up blood and flower petals, it landed on his light pink duvet. Jae patted Wonpil's back as the younger let out a quiet sob. "I don't want to do the surgery!" Wonpil cried out.