"Why do you have so many bandages Hyunjin?" Minho asks one morning as  he takes Hyunjin on a stroll into the woods.

"Ahh I hurt myself alot when painting.  Or dancing. I'm clumsy so there's nothing to worry." Hyunjin lies for he cannot show Minho I'd his state. If course he'd still regard him beautiful despite the garden he's grown within himself but alas he's afraid of Minho assuming he were a monster.

"You are a bad lair, might I add? You've been so awfully weak these past months." Minho's concern seemed to sooth Hyunjin's bruises but it doesn't heal or help.

"Have I Minho?" Hyunjin turns to look at his knight when Felix comes skipping in sheer gay delight. With Jisung of course.

"Sung we should go visit the beach." He chirps with a basket of red roses and chrysanthemums, Jisung looks so beautiful yet so dead it scares Hyunjin to see the boy visibly wither away.

"Oh your highness!! Oh hello Minho!" Felix bounces, oh to be young and in love with someone who loves you as much was certainly a gift that Hyunjin nor Jisung were lucky enough to be gifted with.

"Where are you headed Lix?" Hyunjin asks in kind humour making him playfully judge his maid and bestfriend.

"To Chan's! His wolf just had puppies and Sungie wanted to visit." His enthusiasm hurt yet the prince nodded hoping Jisung would show any kind of affection towards Minho but he didn't, instead he stared into nothing his arm holding Felix's robes for dear life.

"Ohh I'd love to join but I have lunch arrangements with the guests. You should go Minho." Hyunjin looked up at the older male who certainly seemed to stare at his fiancé.

"We wish......We wish to be alone." Jisung's voice came out broken, no longer his high pitched deep voice that sang at church choirs.

As they walk away Minho let's out a sigh but doesn't show it and continues to follow Hyunjin down the path. His minds a mess like a spiraling spinning wheel of thoughts he couldn't pin point or put a finger on to decide. He immensely missed Jisung, the light of his life but he couldn't leave Hyunjin either, was it his responsibility holding him back or was it just he was being a selfish man too drenched upon his knightship pride?

"You should fix your relationship with him. Or else you might regret it. Aren't you to be married by autumn?" The prince stumbles as Minho holds his arm accidentally pulling him closer. "Minho?" Hyunjin whispers a little nervously swollen red under Minho's gaze so unwaveringly intense it made the stems of his rose bush tighten around his heart.

Their moment comes to an end when Hyunjin feels his throat scratch, he gently pushes Minho away and runs as fast as his weak limbs can carry him, throwing up petals and roses now in shades of red black and vibrant blue he pulls painful stems off his mouth in a bloody mess. Blue roses were associated with myth and folklore but it symbolises unrequited love and giving blue roses to a person meant confession. Black symbolizes death, rebirth and Red eternal love. As Hyunjin wretched and cried his heart out in painful remorse Minho felt awful and in a dilemma of what was happening.

He sees Jisung come back from the woods with Felix as he rushes to him holding his arm in public as he gains a few stares. The younger boy whimpers yet says not a word as they walk away to seclusion. Jisung stares up with empty eyes as he speaks first. He doesn't hesitate but he does look away with a sad bitter smile.

"Jisung please I'm sorry." Minho falls to his knees hugging the beauty by the waist.

"Do you still want to marry me Minho?" Jisung's voice trembles as Minho nods into his stomach. "Do you love me? Were all those kisses and making love true?" He breaks chipping away as Minho sobs screaming muffled contexts of every synonym of yes.

"Why are you so insecure all of a sudden darling? It has always been you since the day I was told you were to be my husband." Minho arises to his feet, his touch burns Jisung's loved skin, his chest congested with flowers of purity and loss as he tries his hardest not to choke or cry.

"Are you sure Minho? Are you sure I'm the only man who conquers your heart and mind?! I'm convinced that I'm not for you have your eyes on another and it's obvious!" Jisung shakes his small frame too frail to hold tight by Minho's trained well built muscular arms.

"Darling there's no such thing I swear." Minho comforts a false comforting ritual even he didn't realise he was doing.

Poor Jisung falls captive yet another time, again and again as Minho would love him as though he were everything in his life, Jisung's tears turned to tiny crystals of sorrow as Minho would awake to a bed of white roses, lilies, blue roses and the sweet aroma of pain. As Jisung sat as bear as a baby staring out at the castle he asks Minho to promise him.

"Promise me baby, that you'll dance the last dance with Hyunjin. That you would ask his hand for the final important waltz." Jisung smiles with bruises that'll soon turn to Minho's favourite flower.

"I promise darling." Minho whispers unaware of Jisung's state and the dark future that's yet to befall his foolish oblivious nature. Jisung later coughs up baby breath as Hyunjin slowly slips into a state of numbness. The question was who'd die and who would live to relate a tale so agonisingly tortuous that even the reader or listener would have Hanahaki themselves.

As much as flowers were beautiful she carried poison and thorns with her like a jewel adorned to lure people tricking them into assuming love and beauty were beautiful. Which in reality it was a trench of unforgiving torture.