Minho finds Jisung once again passed out under his own statue, cold and shivering, tear stains glisten on his chubby cheeks as he mumbles silent  whimpers with a frown creasing his eyebrows. This place reeked of grief, a haunting presence pain and remorse. It were as if the very flowers of this place would suck your happiness away, planting a seedling of death within. Minho's eyes scan the once gorgeous garden that Felix once proudly kept and Hyunjin nurtured as he locks eyes with the casket still as beautiful as ever amidst the ballroom. He knew deep down his soul was tangled to Hyunjin's body back there. Sighing he carries Jisung to their shared little house, nothing extravagant just comfortable space. They've been together since 8th grade after having realised they were in love though previously it all started with friendship. Minho had got the house as a Christmas present by his parents when he graduated highschool and Jisung moved in soon after. Polaroids of them hung between fairy lights, dairies sat in a vase as Minho lays his lover on the couch.

"I'm so sorry darling." Minho whispers tracing Jisung's cheeks, placing a soft kiss on a damp forehead.

He's seen those awful scars on Jisung's delicate body, rose creepers that the boy cut off thinking his boyfriend didn't know, the loud cries he'd sob at night and how much Jisung loved him. His throat forever carries the scar of love and now his darling couldn't speak a word. Jisung stirs awake sitting up as he gestures Minho to lay down so he could lay on top of him. As far as Minho remembers he's never told Jisung the three important words of confession.

It was morning yet again and Minho had Jisung cuddled into his jacket like a baby when Hyunjin and they rest join them. Though Chan cooes at them Hyunjin's smile visibly falls as his fist tightens on his bags strap. A creased frown dawning on his flawless features. Minho rubs soothing circles in his boys tiny waist.

"Darling? Do you want to go home?" Minho asks a little worried. Jisung shakes his head hugging Minho's waist tightly.

"He's sick?" Asked Jeongin with a worried expression.

"Yeah. He's running a fever and a cold, threw a tantrum about having to do his sculpture exam." Minho rolled his eyes as he gently pats Jisung's butt with a fond smile when the younger pops his head up to look at Minho through his glasses. "Do your exam and let's go home yeah? Now off you go." He gently pushes Jisung and gets a pouty nod in return.

Hyunjin stares at Jisung at the exam, he wasn't the guy to choose art and sculpture for his degree but here he was working on a so called master piece that he's never let anyone see. Though he felt his past climb up his throat a vicious voice of a demon told him he deserved Minho but that wasn't Hyunjin, he was what it were to define purity. And he didn't want to loose himself in a coil of love and jealousy.

"Jisung! You're bleeding!" Hyunjin lifts Jisung's arm up, what catches him off guard is that the boy showed no signs of pain instead the cut closed in as a fresh sprout of a plant grew in haste. Something made the pretty prince like boy call Minho immediately. But all Jisung did was shake his head, pushing his glasses back he sighed inaudibly.

Fate played a vital role, like a large trees roots she combined their destiny's together. Regardless the eight were always together just like how they were back then, when they met at Chan's house for a so called sleep over, the oldest felt his gut twist in an uneasy way, when Jisung stepped into his turf it only grew more. As if something bad were to happen, followed by his lover Minho.

"Stop staring at him." Minho snarled at Chan, a giggle from Felix made Chan scoff but even the freckled beauty knew something wasn't right.

And so it presented itself at a very fun game of truth or dare, Jisung sat in-between Minho's thighs, his boyfriends arm under his hoodie caressing his bear waist, Hyunjin tried not to stare with green eyes but he just couldn't help it. Why were these two always inclined to be together? When he had died for love?

"Hyunjin!! Truth or dare!" Jeongin excitedly yelled, by far the only one who remembered nothing. He had been the youngest at that time n still was. Seungmin didn't conjure most of it either.

"Truth." Hyunjin tore his eyes from Minho and Jisung to face Jeongin.

"Are you in love with someone?" He grinned his foxy smile.

"Yes." Replied the long haired boy without batting an eye, he wasn't entirely sure if his feelings were as deep as it was years ago. But he knew Minho was what he wanted.

"Now for the dare! Make out with the second oldest in our group!" He squealed.

"Jeongin what are you doing?!" Changbin snapped at the boy making him flinch.

"A dare is a dare! You kissed Seungmin too!" Retorted the youngest.

Jisung visibly panicked as Minho's grip on his waist tightened, silently commanding him to not move. But poor Jisung wrenched himself away, moving out of their love story. Why could he see they were meant to be? The younger started shaking as Hyunjin came closer to Minho, those feline eyes glistening with tears behind his glasses.

"I have a boyfriend Hyunjin. And Jeongin this isn't a joke. Or perhaps do you like seeing my Jisung fall apart?!" Hissed getting up from his spot on the floor as he ran after the boy who had sprinted off outside to the backyard.

"Innie that was a wrong move dear." Chan sighed.

"Hyunjin?! Why did you try to even kiss him?! You know they were meant to be together!" Felix pushed Hyunjin's chest, as realization dawned upon him as the feeling of guilt weighed his heart down to his inner core.