❛❛ why did you do that? ❜❜
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as san had said, a doctor had payed them a visit, checking up on the general's condition.
from the short briefing the middle-aged doctor did. he had said that seonghwa better take at least a week or two off from his duties to get everything healed.
the blonde had already wrapped up the raven haired's shoulder as well at the sprain on his ankle, the trio taking turns on changing the bandages to fresh ones.
jiyeol during the mean time felt utterly useless, her hands itching to aid the general or at least help the three.
but for some reason, seonghwa didnt want her to come anywhere near him, and they boys didnt seem to need any help at all.
it was already a week since the incident and to the three boy's surprise, the general still hasnt left the vicinity of the manor nor did he disobeyed the doctor's biddings or forced himself out of the house.
on normal circumstances... the general would probably already be out and about the town, fulfilling his duties and completely ignoring the pain his body felt.
seonghwa was currently sitting on the swing, san on his side. the blonde was carefully eying him up and down.
"can you stop staring at me?" his voice was hoarse as he turns his head at the housekeeper.
"are you alright?" san takes a sit on the vacant space of the swing, hauling his feet up to his chest. seonghwa nods before sighing "this is very weird behavior from you"
"what do you mean?" the general slowly leans his head on the structure, his temple meeting with the smooth wood.
his eyes were heavy, fluttering close every now and then. his head was pounding, muscles feeling much more sore and he felt dizzy... but seonghwa kept his mouth shut, not wanting to worry the boy beside him.
san scoffs "you trashed the house one time because we werent letting you go out"
seonghwa manages to let out a weak scoff "i had something important to do, and i wasnt going to let a small injury get in my way"
"small injury??? you got stabbed in the stomach!" his voice was full of disbelief as he turns to look at the figure beside him. seonghwa hums in response.
the blonde clicks his tongue before slouching "we're always worried about you, hwa... and jiyeol has been wanting to see you, i dont know why you wouldn't let her visit you— she's your wife"
seonghwa finally lets his eyes fall shut, unable to keep them open as he felt his body go weak "i dont want her to...." his voice drifts off.
san waits from the latter to finish his sentence, feeling impatient as the general didnt seem like he was going to continue.
"to what?" he takes a peek of the man, scooting a little bit forward.
seonghwa already had his eyes closed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
the blonde blinks his eyes rapidly before getting down the swing and crouching, leveling his face with the raven haired.
his hand reached out to touch the boy, but quickly retracts it back, heart pounding nervously.
he's burning up.
san taps seonghwa's cheeks gently "hwa? seonghwa?"
the boy didnt stir, making the blonde panic a little more.
the general had already fainted, his body not being able to keep itself awake as it felt getting weaker.
san stands abruptly, turning his head towards the manor "jongho! yeosang!"
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it was dark.
too dark for the little boy to see anything.
seonghwa faces a mirror and meets his reflection. he sees a face, but it wasnt his present self.
the boy staring at him had orbs filled with bright youthful innocence, one that would turn to look at the word with a mind full of curiosity and colors.
he pries his eyes away from the mirror as he hears a slow creaking from a distance.
a light suddenly flickers out from an open door.
his feet unconsciously made its way towards it, silently thumping against the dark space.
"mom?"
"dad?"
"anyone, are you there?"
his words were merely echoes, bouncing against the walls as his small figure started to get frightened.
he gets no response.
the little boy was only a few more steps away from the door, but as he tried to let his feet step forward once more, he failed as he suddenly felt frozen in his spot.
hot tears were already pouring out from his eyes, mind freaking out as to why he wasnt moving.
he tried to open his mouth, forcing himself to scream out something, but it was as if he lost all his ability to do anything except to flail his hands helplessly around.
the door closes with a bang followed by a crash, making the boy flinch at the thunderous sound.
darkness consumes him once again.
seonghwa looks to his bare feet as he feels something thick and sticky, seeping through the crevices of his toes.
blood.
he frantically looks around, trashing his body around until he stops, eyes spotting a glowing dot above him.
a small blue flower was slowly falling, its vibrant color being the only thing he could see against the looming darkness.
he stretches his right arm out, waiting for the blossom to land on his small palm.
as soon as the flower meets with his flesh, it gave him a brief wave of calmness before everything becomes a swirl of blue, red and white.
the boy felt an overwhelming panic surge over him.
he was falling.
falling down so fast. a numbing breeze passing through his small and fragile body.
he looks around, blurred faces greeting him in the dark.
an overwhelming amount of voices rang in his ears— mumbled whispers and loud shouts creating a frenzy inside his brain. his hands instinctively reaches up to cover his ears, but it was useless.
the voices were all in his head.
he swallows the thick lump in his throat, trying to push out all the words he wanted to scream, yet only one phrase manages to escape his lips.
"dont go... im sorry, please forgive me!"
...and as usual, there was no response.
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jiyeol was filling a basin with cold water, grabbing a clean towel from one of the cupboards and letting it soak the liquid.
she was in the kitchen, the boys behind eying her carefully.
yeosang clears his throat, tapping a finger on her shoulder "are you going to see him?" she nods.
"but... he said to not let you—" san clamps a hand over his brother's mouth, smiling innocently to jiyeol.
the girl raises a brow, pouting.
"go now, i believe the cold towel could help him bring his fever down" he shoos her away with his freehand, the girl complying as she balances the basin between her hands.
once she was out of sight, san removes his hand from jongho's mouth and wipes it onto his pants.
"why did you do that? seonghwa said to not let her see him"
san sighs "she's been worrying non-stop about him... let her see him, seonghwa would be too weak to retaliate anyway"
jiyeol carefully makes her way up the stairs, the water sloshing around at every step.
she didn't bother knocking, opening the door as her head peeked inside.
seonghwa was sleeping on his bed, the covers reaching up to his chest as he lays on his back.
like the last time she's been there, the room was dark with only the table side lamp lit.
his room smelt like lavenders and mint, courtesy of the small scented candle on his desk.
jiyeol silently tiptoes on the side of his bed, placing the basin down on the floor. her hands worked it's way to wring out the water from the towel, twisting it until it wasn't fully drenched.
she sighs as she stands just beside him.
the towel meets with his forehead as the girl gently dabs it, patting the moist towel all over his face.
seonghwa suddenly stirred in his sleep, making jiyeol freeze momentarily. his face slightly scrunches up and a couple of inaudible mumbles escaped his lips.
then he stops. his eyes were still closed and when jiyeol was sure that the general was still asleep, she continues her task, being extra careful now.
she took this as an opportunity to see him up close— being the last time was their wedding.
even through the poorly lit room, seonghwa still manages to look ethereal. his eyelashes fluttered as his plump lips parts a little bit.
she stares at those, mentally slapping herself to pry her orbs away.
what are you doing?
jiyeol felt a thump in her heart, eyes blinking as she shakes her head. her mouth forms a tight smile as she takes a ragged breath.
the girl knew she had to make her visit quick, fully aware that her presence was not wanted anywhere near the sick general.
her hand clenches the towel tightly, a few drops of water falling into small dots, soaking the silk shirt the man was wearing.
she takes another heavy sigh, attempting to continue whatever she was doing until a hand weakly grips her wrist, taking her aback.
"you..."
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lately i've been asking everyone for their names, but i only found one that i wanted to call mine.
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im actually shy lmaooo but in conclusion, all of y'all are big flirts ajkakja i cant with the pick up lines lol i placed that for one person and i did not expect that a loooot would also comment ajkaka