𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫|| hoshi

||four||

my phone rang, waking me up. i searched my bed for my phone and once i found it, i pressed on answer.

"HANA BANANAAA" a voice screamed, making me bring the phone away from my ear.

"you're too loud, soonyoung" i groaned, still half awake.

"LET'S HANGOUT WITH SOME OF MY MEMBERS"

"STOP SCREAMING" i screamed back, wiggling in my bed. i heard his contagious laugh through the line. "don't you guys have practice?" i mumbled.

"it's sunday, hana. sunday is free day for us if you forgot. next week I'm gonna be real busy preparing for debut. dont you want to spend time with me?" he pretended to sound sad.

"you're frustrating" i groaned and sat up. "where?"

"the karaoke place we always go to"

"isn't it too early to do that?"

"not really, it's 2 in the afternoon"

my eyes widened at i looked at my clock.

how long was i asleep?

my mom didn't even wake me up. does she not love me anymore?

"what time?" i asked.

"three o clock so you better hurry your ass up"

"will you pick me up?"

"nope, wonwoo will. i have to pick someone else up"

i nodded even though he can't see me. "see you" i ended the call and took a shower. i threw on some basic mom jeans and a black, long sleeved crop top which exposed only a centimeter of skin.

"don't go vomiting around today, okay?" i pointed at my reflection as i tell myself on the mirror.

i grabbed my phone and wallet before i left my room. i grabbed my keys before leaving and made sure everything was unplugged.

after a while of waiting, wonwoo finally arrived go pick me up.

"how are you feeling? you don't need to go if you're not feeling well" wonwoo worriedly said. "we can just hangout at your house, you know?"

it has been about a week since the hospital incident. i have been well but the flowers seem to bloom more and more each day. i grow weaker and weaker woth each day that passes.

"you seem overly worried. I'm feeling well, woowoo. is there anything wrong?"

he paused for a while and sighed. "nothing"

I nodded anyway, "so who's there?"

"just chan, seokmin, seungkwan, soonyoung and..." he inhaled and exhaled, "soonyoung's almost girlfriend"

"oh" was all i managed to say.

"we don't have to—"

"we're going" i firmly said. "soonyoung would want me to meet her"

wonwoo sighed but eventually gave in.

i suddenly started to cough uncontrollably. i grabbed a tissue from my pocket and coughed up whatever was in my throat.

"woah, woah, woah, oh my God" wonwoo stopped the car and started rubbing my back.

once it stopped, i looked at the tissue in my hand.

red petals.

i immedietly wrapped the tissue with another one.

"I'll go throw this out" i told wonwoo before i opened the car door. i saw a trash bin and threw it there.

i entered the car again. "do you have alcohol?"

wonwoo looked at me worriedly as he handed me a bottle of ethyl alcohol. i generously applied alcohol onto my hands. "don't worry, wonwoo. i don't have tuberculosis. i have no sickness"

"you're not okay, hana" he frowned. "i know you know that you're not okay. stop pretending that you're fine when you're clearly not!"

i sighed and smiled at him sadly, "let's talk about this later, okay? we're late now"

"this is the last time you're getting away with this, hana. the last time" he said calmy yet dangerously before he started driving again.

i'm sorry wonwoo.