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Jinhyuk is doomed.
His face turns as pale as the white moon, anxiously staring at the chrysanthemum’s petals scattered around his bathroom’s tiled floor. Sweats are trickling down his temple.
Doomed. He is doomed.
Jinhyuk is not dumb to comprehend what does this all mean, the stinging pain in his chest that encourages him to cough, the presence of those petals that somehow, gives a strange wave inside his lungs as if it’s a coal that’s just hot enough not to burn him alive.
The lanky guy manages to lift his palm without shaking, bringing the petals covering his long fingers closer to his nose. Trying to sniff it. There is barely any scent, yet when the distance is removed, when the tip of his nose touches the biggest petal, Jinhyuk coughs a frantic wheeze. Crowded. His chest feels so crowded. And more petals flutter out as he goes into a coughing fit.
Oh. How doomed Jinhyuk is.