It grew and grew but this wasn't a pretty flower, alas a parasite feeding on Jisung as he lost himself each day, bit by bit, nibbled at by a vicious creeper. He cried into his palms sobbing in silent agony for he was mute. Hyunjin had nothing to worry he's always been born elite but Jisung? He's never seen happiness after he saw Hyunjin die for Minho and his husband live for him.

"Get a surgery done!" Minho's voice penetrates through Jisung's hollow ribs. His heart breaks, he wanted him to forget and leave. Isn't it? "Get that monstrous root off of your heart Jisung!" He's shaking, Minho never really cried and seldom showed deep emotion. Jisung shook his head, signing that all the older wanted was Hyunjin and nothing more.

"No! I don't want Hyunjin I want you Jisung! I'd choose you in every life time. Hyunjin is beautiful but he isn't you. Please my dear darling, get a surgery done. Fall in love with me all over again. I'd make you love me but please don't do this. Stop letting it feed on you!" Minho pulls Jisung close startling his petite babygurl of a boyfriend. Scars as old as time carved the boys frame. Yet he still looked stunning, "I'd let these roots grow on me instead." He whispers softly watching Jisung's neck freckle with goosebumps as his hair stands still.

Meanwhile Hyunjin leans on a balcony rail, staring into nothing as he picks at a rose he's found a stray. Felix meets him there a little nervous but smiling. Back then he were a mere servant, in this life he was as wealthy as Hyunjin. If not more though no amount of riches could change who Felix was at heart.

"Innie didn't mean it. He's unaware of what we share so don't be angry?" He smiles at Hyunjin.

"I'm not angry. He's too innocent. I'm just confused with life Lix, why are we still here stuck in a triangle of love? What if I had kissed Minho ? Would Jisung have died or would I let my Hanahaki come back to life?" He sighs licking his plump lips and running his long fingers through his lovely hair. Felix visibly gulps.

Back then he fell for his prince at first sight though unfortunately Hyunjin had his eyes forever engraved upon his Knight in shining armour so he married Changbin. In every life he'd look for Hyunjin and he wanted to have the boy in this one. Does he have Hanahaki? Maybe or maybe not for he doesn't dwell upon love instead waters his garden far too well.

The scariest part is that everyone out there carried a pinch of Hanahaki within them, some had gardens and some graveyards. Hyunjin chuckles his eyes wrinkling into crescents the little mole under his left eye, so beautiful so precious. Yet so awfully wronged by the universe and God.

"Guys dinner is served." Seungmin came by to usher them to dinner.

Minho carried Jisung inside as he placed the fragile boy on a chair, It was silent with only cutlery talking, Jisung smiles at Jeongin making him feel less guilty of what he's done. Minho avoids Hyunjin, though Hyunjin stared only out of bodily memory. He was certain who he wanted and who his heart tricked him into loving. Back then if he wasn't such a fool he'd have saved Hyunjin and Jisung too but how?

"Hyunjin?! Your nose is bleeding." Changbin points as Hyunjin instantly touches his nose to see dark red liquid on his finger tips. He stands up but his head get light and he's falling in a matter of seconds but he doesn't hit the ground he falls into Minho's arms.

Jisung stares yet again his boyfriend fuss over Hyunjin but this time Minho holds him tight not letting him leave or runaway. When Hyunjin rests for the night and Jisung lays beside his lover under the attics slanted roof he ponders if he were to die would things fall into place? Minho faces him with sleepy eyes, his small fingers tracing his ribcage with a fond smile. He's seen him so multiple times, he wraps his arms around Jisung's tiny waist and pulls him close to his chest.

"I'll never let you cut the string again Jisung. You're mine. Only mine. And I'm yours." Minho hushes caressing a pink tinted chubby cheek as their lips meet in sync.

Tears roll down the sides of his eyes as Hyunjin soundlessly cries, Felix is asleep beside him, they had to share for eight rooms were too much to ruin. An eerie whisper, a strong smell of a red rose fills the night sky, reminding of his life. Why were they here again? To fix what they lost or to close the cracks he caused on walls meant to build a home for another?

"Felix? Have you ever been in love?" Hyunjin asks out of the blues.

"Always Hyunjin. We grow our little gardens sometimes some love a little deeper than we do. That's what makes Jisung and you different. But awfully alike." Felix spoke in slow calculated syllables.

"You remember?" Hyunjin sat up with shocked as Felix turned with a smile, he lifted his night shirt as he let his best friend see his scars.

"Everyone has their own story big guy. Some stories line aside whilst the main characters get the attention. I bet there's not a person out there without Hanahaki. Perhaps a few who don't but majority do." Hyunjin was left a little baffled, who did Felix love so much that he'd taken out the roots every year only to be burdened with the treacherous scars of a rose bush upon his lungs. Fear hung heavily onto his heart as he rubbed his face frustrated.

"What did I do to suffer so much? What have all of us done?" He questions a godless sky as he lies down on bed letting sleep take over him like a blanket.