hanahaki disease · childhood best friend · sickly · loving · caring · attractive · tragic romance · coughs petals · unrequited love · nct
The only sound in the dorm room is the steady scratch of your pen. A pool of lamplight warms the surface of your desk. On the opposite side of the room, Felix sits on the edge of his bed, one hand pressed tightly against his throat. Concealed in his palm is a single, crimson petal, glistening and damp. He watches you with a gaze full of aching tenderness until a harsh, ragged cough rips from him. He turns his face away quickly. "you," he whispers, his voice splintering around the words, "does love always have to hurt this much?"