Stop feet pad down a series of stairs in haste as a door opens with a cautious creek one misty morning in an age where there were street lights and modern houses, on the porch sits a bouquet of baby breath with a pretty pink wrapper and ribbons. Small arms reach down to take the flowers, boba eyes catching the sun rise over the horizon, he pushes his glasses back onto his nose bridge smiling an everlasting gummy smile. There stands a man with feline features basking in the hue of the morning sun, a lopsided grin and his hand spread wide.

In another life in another time Jisung yet again runs towards Minho, still a stunning brunette with golden rimmed glasses and a childish nature and the older? He's jarringly handsome, with glasses, dark hair and still him. He sweeps Jisung off of his feet as their genuine laughter awakens the neighborhood in fond happiness of being a apart for months.

"I can't believe I'm actually here! And I won the competition!" Minho gleefully squeals as Jisung giggles smothering his boyfriends face with kisses.

He has been away for three months for a worldwide dance tournament, promising to return with glorified victory and he kept his word. Jisung nods, his eyes glistening with tears as he lets Minho take his trembling lips in a kiss. They kiss like they've starved for years yet passionating innocent. Later that morning Minho holds his boyfriends arm in his own keeping it warm in a winter morning. Adoring his bunched up rosey ivory skin as they walk hand in hand to school.

History repeats itself as though the legends once wrote and here they were caught in a web of rebirth. Pain and grief knit each sorrowful memory in neat details by a nibble finger, a tall  gorgeous boy in blonde hair, an eye smile and undying love for painting and dance rushes to class crossing paths with the couple. Just as how they were included in their past their stars align at present.

"Jisung hurry up! We are late oh the heavens who sent Felix down save us!" A dramatic cry is let out, Hyunjin grabs Jisung's arm as he tears him apart from Minho to their next class.

Now, they weren't enemies for they had their fair share of pain, they friends this time, best of friends. Alas, Hyunjin was attracted to Minho since the very beginning though the older, just like before had been tangled with Jisung since infancy. But all aside it was a new life, they had to embrace it with open arms.

Jisung unfortunately was born with Hanahaki, he did in every lifetime, a soul in search of its owner. It's mate. Every time he rose to life he carried the rose he nurtured centuries ago. Which caused his dumbness. He was mute for he had a rose stem throttling his cords. The poor boy once again burdened to witness the love Hyunjin would have for Minho was agonizing he felt as though he was the villain in their story.

"Do boys get pregnant?" Felix mumbles suddenly at lunch on afternoon, amidst the busy hustling and bustling of students.

"Not again gosh. Shut up! You asked if fishes thought in an Australian accent if they were in an Australian sea! Please shut up?" Chan begged Felix with a groan for the older hadn't slept in three days after being burdened with an assignment. Pouting Felix snuggled beside Minho.

"Hyunjin and Minho are in Chan's music video right?" Jeongin as innocent and as pure as he seemed to be happily stated.

"The triangle love story." Seungmin snickered along with the rest of the boys, not paying heed to the pain Jisung felt at just the thought of Minho with Hyunjin.

Oh he remembered everything, for he carried it upon himself every birth. Until he no longer could take it, Hyunjin visibly blushed though Minho's arms around his waist tightened pulling him onto his lap, voluntarily, there was something about the way he loved feeling Jisung's scars, his slender body that drew visions so richly raw, he's always found Jisung in every life he's lived but it never ended well and he yearned for this to end as beautiful as those books that have love stories so beautiful it steals you. Captivates your soul.

Hyunjin falls in love in habit, in bodily memory for Minho had trodden on his heart before, though he left foot prints on another garden it was Hyunjin's he had perished. His eyes stare in green emotion as Jisung signs Minho to stop sneaking his arm under his shirt, it makes the older guy giggle. He sees not a red string fastened to those of their little fingers, for he's not bound to see intimacy. But his heart yearns for Minho in desperate need, it's starting to hurt but not too much for he conjures pain, flowers and tears.

"Can you love birds stop telling me I'm single in 99 languages?!" Changbin gnawed at his chicken wing with a grunt. Jisung giggles into his palms as he sticks his tongue out scrunching his nose.

Everyone at the table knew of Hyunjin's feelings that were starting to string to his heart, Jisung's eyes meet his as they stare in years of turmoil shared together for the same man. Why was Minho and Jisung always together? Why did he have Minho all to himself all the time? It hurt Hyunjin to the point he felt like he were reawakening his ruins, the fossils of Hanahaki that remained buried under the depth of his core. He needed to know how deep did Jisung's love run, Was it as deep as his all those years ago it was it shallow? And why was Jisung mute?

"Hyunjin you're staring at what's mine." Minho glared at Hyunjin a snarl snapping the boy out of his staring contest.

"Calm down Minho! Jisung is so breathtaking you can't blame Hyune. Boy is mesmerized, aren't you not Hyunjin.?" Chan laughed it off but Changbin knew history, Felix turned a little sad but he's known the same story unfold for longer than a century now.