Bloody Petals [HyunHo]

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And so love came to an end, that was the beauty of Hyunjin's death, he wasn't gone yet remained in eternal peace in a glass casket preserved by the flowers he kept in his hearts garden. The doors of the balls were closed for good as it become the princes grave, his red rose bush now wrapped the very place with her fingers, blue roses along with white grew amongst her bloody red ones for her master was at rest. As the whole kingdom mourned their loss with heartwrenching cries and muffled sobs Minho lost a part of himself for he was the one who laid the boy he realised he loved too late into his casket. With a crown upon Hyunjin dark hair, his attire he wore on their last dance and a sword he inherited as a prince between his arms.

Seasons changed, time turned pain into distant memories, people learned to move on and so Hyunjin was a monument of fantastical glory where only loved ones were allowed to enter. Minho though, sat on his grief far longer than one must, he blamed himself for Hyunjin's death and of the misery the boy boy faced with Hanahaki. As he pondered on his love which now had no home to dwell, it was soon Autumn.

A wedding was to commence, marling to be the first joyful ceremony the mourning kingdom shall witness. Everyone saw Minho weep like a love sick fool as Hyunjin breathed his last in his very arms but non spoke a word against it. No one questioned why Jisung remained silent, or why the gold dusted boy seemed rather pale and unwell. At their time and age no physician had the tools to complete take off Hanahaki off of ones chest, so he did it himself, tore his very roots off of his being so he'd forget the torment of loving Minho. Alas, here he was with a wound deeper than the ocean beds, deeper than that of what Hyunjin had. New roots grew back immensely fast as it throttled his neck and choked him. His blood nurturing white roses back at Hyunjin's grave. Jisung wore a pretty white shirt with frills bunched up on his chest, bishop sleeves and a high waisted black trousers enhancing his tiny waist. His hair now grown longer as it were styled to make him look more bride like.

"Honey are sure you're okay?" Mrs Han sighed at her son who hadn't smiled in months.

"Call off the wedding. Please." Jisung has begged a thousand times but his father wouldn't want the humiliation of backing out of an alliance decided when their children were infants.

"Oh dear. Don't hold Minho's actions accountable. He was very fond of Hyunjin now wasn't he." She smiled as if so she knew everything. When she knew nothing.

What would come of this marriage when Minho didn't love him and spent days crying over Hyunjin's grave? There were days when Changbin had to drag him away, or Felix shook him awake at dawn. What did Jisung do so grave a sin that he were cursed to love a man who didn't love him? With hesitation Jisung makes his way down the aisle, in bridal beaute as he stands before Minho.

"You look gorgeous darling." Minho whispers softly but to Jisung it were as if though he were rubbing salt on his bruises.

Indeed it was agonizingly painful everytime Minho would touch him, kiss or even make love. It wasn't love anymore or had Jisung lost the ability to love? They say or the legend has it, Hanahaki last so long as seven months before the person either dies or is preserved in a forever state of sleep. Though Minho remained a loving husband Hyunjin never left his heart or soul.

Though sleeping awoke with a kiss Hyunjin was a sleeping beauty never to rise again. Minho spent all his days in the ballroom, being a delusional idiot who's hallucination ran wild. Seven months passed and Jisung still showed no signs of dying, which only pained him more and more to carry the burdening brunt of Hanahaki. He's always seen Minho dance alone in the ballroom like he's lost his mind, it made his stems only grow deeper and thicker with age and time.

Now ten years have passed, a decade of misery and grief. Until one day Jisung woke up to a cold bed, he wasn't surprised for it has always been so on days Minho couldn't stop thinking of Hyunjin. His eyes fall onto the bright red string fastened to his left little finger as he followed it with a frown, he's fragile and his and his ribs barely has skin covering him anymore for he had a garden if flowers to nurture and grow on his body.

He's lead in cautious steps to his husband dancing in the ballroom yet again at the bleeding breaches of dawn, he's happy and smiling, his feline features so beautiful as Jisung finally sees Hyunjin's transparent glow dance along with Minho. Just like that very night, at the last ball. He still looked so stunning, so previously pure as he let his knight guide him through the waltz he knew by heart. His unfinished painting of himself and Minho seemed freshly completed as Jisung sees the string attached to Minho's little finger. Jisung looks on through the cracks if a broken window now ruined by those rose plants as he lets the sharp shard tear apart their string of fate.

Minho falls dead in Hyunjin's arms as he meets Jisung's blurred vision brimmed with tears, he smiles with a nod and a bow, Jisung lets go off the string letting it slip into the golden glow of his prince, once Hyunjin and Minho unit in death Jisung ceased to exist in his solitary glory. His statue of  preserved Hanahaki that'll forever remain so like a fossilized remembrance with frozen tears.

Minho was placed beside Hyunjin as Jisung stood in the rose garden with his body as it is, his ribcage a beautiful cage of flowers yet unknown to mankind. Like a lost boy forever frozen dead.