He blocked the rays of sunshine with his fingers, his body pale like a withering flower, his dark hair a little longer than it was when he threw up his first rose. Hyunjin dangled on the golden thread of life, as he fell more in love with Minho, sure he felt guilty that he was the reason Jisung is in pain but you don't ask for love do you? It's a weeding parasite we find attractively pleasing as we let it take control of our souls, that's exactly what Hyunjin was doing. He gave himself up willingly like how he'd have given himself up to Minho for love. Unfortunately it wasn't Minho taking over his body it was a rose plant.

"Minho? Why don't you call me by my name? I'm younger am I not?" Hyunjin asked Minho one afternoon.

"You are but it's not appropriate if I do call you by your first name." Minho mumbled.

"On my word call me Hyunjin from now on." He smiles his ever lasting eye smile.

Minho takes a step back he's always heard people speak of how gorgeous Hyunjin was, he indeed was the most beautiful boy this kingdom had ever seen or would come to see. Hyunjin tilt's his head to the side with a slight frown since Minho hasn't answered yet. Once the older coughs a beautiful fit of laughter resonates through.

"H-Hyunjin." Minho whispers smiling slightly soon after.

"It feels so good to hear that." Hyunjin bites his lips for his whole body felt sore, the stems tightening around his heart and stuffing his lungs with petals and roses. "Have you spoken to Jisung?" He asks to continue hear Minho speak.

"No. He won't let me inside the house. I did jump in through his window but he wasn't in bed either." Minho's eyes filled with tears making Hyunjin's chest clench.

"Tell me about your relationship? I'm curious. Do you.......Do you love him? Have you broken the rules yet?" Hyunjin playfully winks even through he's at the brink of death. Minho chuckles but he immediately turns cold again. He's pretty.

"We have. Many times when I visited him in England, now that he's here we just can't keep our hands to ourselves. To which Mrs Han insisted in having the wedding in haste. I love...... I love my baby." Minho visibly blushed and it killed Hyunjin, why must he have to fall in love with a guy who was already someone else's.

"Sweet. So eager to be married." He teases and Minho nods but looks sad. "He'll come around. Don't be so upset. Felix avoided Binnie for 24 hours once because he was cross." They break into laughter which certainly goes by as the first time Minho had laughed so heartily with Hyunjin.

"Good old Yongbok. Sungie is sensitive and child like, just as Felix. I just hope he's not hurting himself by crying." Minho sighs as their conversation dies down and Hyunjin goes back to painting.

The prince dances after weeks as he let his painful body move with forced movement. It hurts but he needs this once, one last time before all of this would be a fading memory. Love was painful like someone threaded his skin with a needle only worse it were stems and thorns.

"Get it taken off!" Jisung stood at ballroom door looking awful, he were as if he's been dipped in poison. Swollen with red eyes and his usually golden skin now white like chalk.

"I don't want to forget Minho. I'm dying Jisung so you can live however you want with Minho!" Hyunjin snapped his always soft eyes now hard with rage.

"Fool! Go confess to him! Say you love him Hyunjin! He's no sorcerer to read your mind or heart! You selfish heartless creature!" Jisung pushed all of Hyunjin's painting wear, whimpering at the ghastly cut he seemingly got rewarded with.

"He loves you Jisung. Have you seen how he's looked at you?" Hyunjin drew in a shaky breath as he held the held nearest table for support.

"Have you even seen how he looks at you? How crazy worried he gets when you are hurt or in pain? Have you ever seen his his eyes follow you everywhere?! Why are you so dumb Hyunjin! He never loved me he loves you!" Jisung spat wiping his tears, "Treat your Hanahaki, you'll forget Minho and your feelings but I'm sure you'll fall in love with him all over again." He leaves with blood dripping down his wrist unaware that Hyunjin sees each droplet turn into petals of lilies.

Jisung was part of Minho, along those days if making love his soul became his soulmate's property to which he had to suffer the brunt of love. Hyunjin fell on his as he choked on roses as he broke down in his arms, he thought if Jisung as an awful rebel but the poor boy came here to sacrifice his love. He'd feel it much worser for his body had tasted Minho's love.

As two souls were fading away for love Minho tossed and turned on his bed for it hurt and he didn't understand why, if he missed Jisung so much that his head and heart constantly hurt or if it were the longing feeling he had for the prince who stared so lovingly at him all the time. He loved Jisung didn't he? So much that he felt giddy and crazy but there was something about Hyunjin.

"Why is my heart in so much pain when all I've never done is been loyal to my prince and loved Jisung with all I have?" Minho sat up ruffling his long  hair, Jisung would often be beside him whenever he'd sneak into the boys bed chambers but today his mind thought not of his future husband but if why the prince had bandages wrapped around his arms and why did he have a bandaid on his left cheek. Was he sick?