"Hyung," Soobin began, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.
"Binnie-"
"Hyung, I'm- you don't think I'm weird right? You won't hate me if I tell you, right?"
"Binnie, you know I can never hate you, hmm? What is it Bin?"
"I- I like boys..."
Hope bloomed in Yeonjun's chest, replacing the petals and thorns.
But hope is like a fever dream. It doesn't last long, it never does.
"Remember that curly haired boy in the music department? I- I like him.
He's so cool! We talked a lot too!"
Soobin's bright smile faltered at the lack of response.
Yeonjun's whole world came crashing down.
"O-oh Binnie, I'm so proud of you.
Thank you for coming out to me. I'm sure he's a really good person", Yeonjun spoke.
Tears threatening to spill out, his heart twisting and turning in the cruelest ways.
The sweet smell of Daffodils bitter on his tongue.
"You don't hate me?" Wide, glassy eyes looking down at him were enough to break him further.
"How can I? I'm- I'm so happy for you!"
Soobin squealed and threw himself on the older, hugging him tight.
"Thank you, Hyung. Really."
And as Soobin rested his head on the crook of his neck,
he spit out the bloody yellow petals, crushing them in his palms.
He's happy as long as the younger is.
Even if it kills him.
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Would Roses Bloom? | Yeonbin
FanfictionThe signs of life now stood as a symbol of death. The love that once bloomed in his heart, now replaced by a flower that pierced its roots deeply into his lungs and suffocated him slowly. Truly, only love could hurt like this - what would love be if...
