#v; hanahaki

[forgedraptor]

Law had always lived a checkered life; when his family passed away and he was forced into the foster system, he had to go back and forth in adoption homes because no family could handle his attitude problems and anger issues, in those times, hed seen a lot of the nitty and gritty, the harsh & dark twisted realities that was abundant in the world, sick of it all Law had run away and lived on the streets where two brothers found him rooting through the trashbins.

For the first time, someone other than his original family looked at him with kindness. for the first time they didn't see a kid with an attitude problem and anger issues, but a child so traumatized that to protect themselves they took to anger and violence.

They took Law in, grabbed him by the scruff of his clothing like a cat and practically dragged him away kicking and screaming back to their home. Looking back at it, was a good thing that the area was near the Donquixote brothers estate, because the noise would have surely gotten the attention of passerbys, instead, Law was ignored by the Donquixote Family members and helpers as he screeched bloody murder

Dumped in a bath, new clothes and a full late dinner later, Law was too tired and too content with a full belly, clean clothes and a warm room to complain and had promptly fallen asleep even though he tried so hard not to.

It was a rough start at first, he hated he brothers and their meddling. he thought they pitied him and did it as a charity to boost their egos. It was only when he ran away and got caught in a gang fight causing Rosinante to get shot protecting him that made him realize that the brothers were real in their kindness. that they had experienced what he did and didint want him to go through that pain. When Doffy rushed to them with Sengoku at his heels, pale, clothes in disarray and carrying a medical bag to check Rosi and Laws injuries, and a scared and terrified look on his face, Law's walls shattered and he cried. cried for his loss of his family, cried for the pain he had to endure in his foster homes and past foster parents, cried for the hunger and violence he experinced living in the street and he cried for the kindness of these two brothers , for not giving up on him like the others did and for loving him, truly caring and loving him as if he was their own. Falling asleep with his hands around a dozing Rosinante and Doflamingo, he had finally opened his heart, even if its just a few people, once again. And the rest they say, is history.

He really should start calling back Cora-san and Doffy, theyve been pestering him to go on another family outing just the three of them, but with the stress of work and the flowers growing out of his lungs- is stopping him from going. maybe he was afraid of their meddling, he knows for a fact that Rosi and Doffy wouldn't let him rot away and die when they can help it, and Law knows hes weak against their concern and care, especially Cora-sans, but hes not ready to let go just yet, he wants to keep feeling these bubbly and fond feelings when he sees Luffy smile, when he hears his laugh. He loves loving Luffy, and he wants to savour loving him as long as he can afford to.

#lawlu #lulaw #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar d water law #one piece #hanahaki au #fr fics #ive been writting things in twt lol this is uhh p3?? haha just more on law n his life :3 #v self indulgent

[sarilolla]

Really love your Hanahaki Branch au! Quick question, does the Hanahaki have a role in anything during the world tour? Cuz I feel like that garner a lot more sympathy from the Country trolls to prevent them from throwing the group in jail. And maybe the Bounty Hunters. Hickory for sure.

I know there’s that potion Branch could take but does he have to willingly take it for it to work? Ik the Snack Pack and Kismet would never betray Branch’s trust like that but if someone were to dose Branch without his knowledge, who would it be and what would the aftermath look like?

Thank you! It's so fun that so many are enjoying my work, and I love answering questions, so here you go!

The Hanahaki will have a bit stronger role in World Tour, mainly because it has gone a bit of time, and also since they're looking for more Trolls, isn't there a possibility to find his brothers too? The more he thinks about his brothers, the stronger the Hanahaki will be. (Imagine how fucked it will be when he's actually with them-)

Don't want to say too much, but yeah, it will garner sympathy. Hanahaki is a rare disease, but Trolls know more about it. Branch will try to hide his illness (being stubborn), but when it is noticed, there is sympathy. I'm also going to be just a tad bit delusional about the Country scene because it frustrates me to high heavens and I just... don't want to write that. So the Hanahaki will play a part in it, yeah. Bounty hunters also figure out and worry for him when they meet him. Hickory especially (I like Hickory)

Now for the potion, it is true it can be taken unwillingly, but I don't think that would be a Troll thing to do. Trolls seem like very caring (and forgiving) creatures, so forcing someone to forget about someone is just too cruel to do. They can persuade him, but the decision is his and no one else's. The potion is supposed to be a last resort, when there's no other hope of survival

Now if he was forced to drink the potion... I genuinely don't know who it would be. The only version I can imagine (and sorry to V&V fans), would be if Branch was taken by Velvet and Veneer instead of Floyd, and they knew about what the Perfect Family Harmony could do (shatter diamonds). They still had Branch as bait for the brothers to come (because they will always come, no matter who was taken), but Branch doesn't remember them, so will he join the song? They're banking on him not doing it. Maybe the Perfect Family Harmony returns his memories, if he can be persuaded to join. Maybe he's doomed, and so are the brothers also inside the diamonds, the Family Harmony never completed without the youngest

As for the effects of the potion... it's bad. The potion doesn't take away the flowers kindly in any shape or form. It burns them away, and with it, burns the memories or feelings of the person the flower is for. It hurts, badly, worse with a forced ingestion. It would take of his energy even faster. At least if he took it willingly, it would be in the safety of his village with doctors, friends/found family, and a loving girlfriend to heal. In the V&V scenario (because that's the only way I can imagine he would be forced by someone else), he has nothing like that, including the stealing of his talent/essence... Yeah, he's fucked

Mildly insane about this au, so...

Thanks for the ask ^^

#dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #hanahaki branch #trolls branch #answered asks #I'm so cruel to this boy and for what? the funnies? despicable #also love V&V but they're the only “villains” I can imagine who notices his illness #Chef wouldn't care in the slightest while a Troll villain just wouldn't do it #also I am incapable of writing short answers which is why almost all my posts have a “read more”

[mossy-aro]

someone sent me an ask ages ago about whether i thought hanahaki disease was arophobic. back then i said i didn’t really think hanahaki disease was necessarily arophobic bc it didn’t seem like anyone was blamed for not reciprocating + it just seemed to be a poetic metaphor for the strength of romantic feelings, although some versions of it made me a little uncomfortable and i could see why it was being called that

HOWEVER?

at the time i didn’t realise there was another aspect of the trope wherein the only way to cure yourself of the disease is a surgery, the side effect of which is to stop u from ever loving anyone romantically again?????? and it’s considered a tragedy because uhhh either you quite literally DIE or become aro, the two most tragic things that could happen apparently :/ and the message is clearly like ‘sure you survived … but is life even worth living without love uuu’

bestie LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS !!! HUH !!!! idc about this trope in general but this aspect of it?? terrible. bad . IRREDEEMABLE

#sorry this is a bit of a rant but like … did not know this until now and am feeling v uncomfortable :/ #hanahaki disease #aro #aromantic #aroace #yeah uhhhhhh not a fan of this obviously #hanahaki disease killing you as a poetic way of expressing the strength of romantic feelings - kinda weird but fine #hanahaki disease making u choose between death or aromanticism and equating them both as equally tragic - literally fall off a cliff.perish

[procyon-kiryu-heaven]

The roses are stained with the truth.

Yellow roses: Friendship Red roses: Love

@jasico-challenges

#jasicobingochallenge2024 #hanahaki disease #fanart #tw: blood #jasico #jason grace #I'm not sure if the point gets trougth but is that Jason shows friendship to NIco #BUt in the inside he wants to show love #and thats why the hanahaki #:v

[bnbc]

hanahaki

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don't reupload my content to other sites

#oh look DYING GOBLIN #cyberpunk 2077 #fem v #oc koulin #female v #gigilpunk #cyberpunk v #cyberpunk oc #street kid v #hanahaki #just in case #fem v friday

[sandpapersnowman]

*sees a bad opinion* ah I remember being 14 and stupid

*sees op is over 30* oh No

#there's a real post like this somewhere but I can't find it #anyway. who gives a shit if people are writing hanahaki holy fuck #fanfic is only as serious as you make it and you're taking it waaaay too seriously #someone also compared their post w video games as in neither fic nor video games can be art #and frankly? you are just stupid #negativity / #vagueing / maybe you can V easily find what I'm talking about though

[lesbiansanemi]

I don’t think many of you that follow me on here actually keep up with or read my fics but for those of you who do I just thought it’d mention that the reason I haven’t updated anything in weeks is because I started working on a renkaza one shot that was supposed to be short except now it’s over 6.5K words and the initial scene I was writing it for has not even happened yet. So

#AND NOT TO MENTION THE SMUT PART OF IT THAT GOT ADDED LIKE JFJDDKDKDKSK #it’s not even the hanahaki one shot either #my fic updating ‘ schedule ‘ is a fucking mess #it’s not even a schedule idk what it is #not important the point is you should hopefully be getting a sizable treat sometime soon #hopefully by next weekend #that’s my tentative goal of having this finished up #it will be a v fun fic though it’s very self indulgent #it is lovingly called the teef fic between me and my friend that is encouraging and betaing it #kaz rambles

[gothicvanitas]

my brain been thinking abt hanahaki aus again

nd like

concept:

hanahaki au w lucatracy, where luca is in love w tracy, but not sure if she returns the feeling. so he bottles it up, makes a few blunt jokes and gets no actual results from it. tracy clearly just thinks hes joking about the two of them being together, which means she jokes back, the two of them being close frm these jokes

nd it calms him. it makes him feel like everything will be fine. he feels safe, he feels like maybe they'll actually be together, it'll just take a bit.

then he asks. like genuinely asks her, and she replies with a very respectful "sorry, i consider us two just friends." or smth like that.

and it shatters him.

#i am a lucatracy lover but like... they must suffer #why do i do this to myself #the luca and tracy kinnie inside me is sobbign rn #lucatracy #luca balsa #tracy reznik #identity v #identity v luca #identity v tracy #identity v prisoner #identity v mechanic #hanahaki #hanahaki au #fanfic ideas

[shrimpdoodles]

was doing a quick art study of the cover for hanahaki syndrome and wtf possessed me.

also very good song and i haven't seen it get much attention!! i found it because ghost wrote it + did the instrumental.

#hanahaki syndrome #shiki miyoshino #vtuber #prism project #ghost and pals #fanart #hanahaki disease #my art #artists on tumblr #illustration #art study #digital painting #small artist #Spotify #i would try to do a cover of the song if i owned mai because i think she'd fit it well #but i only own solaria in synth-v

[redgitanako]

An illustration for my twt mutual's idv drabble 🏵️

#idv orpheus #idv novelist #orphluca #idv prisoner #luca balsa #idv memory #idv little girl #identity v #hanahaki #reg art

[stmulnts-a]

               ⋯⋯⋯     Over - the - counter cough medicine happened to hold back a heavy cough, for a while. Granted, it might have been a little more than just cough medicine, having been getting it through known drug fanatic, Kenny, but... but it held it back.

The itchy throat never quite went away, but the cough seemed to. That was all that mattered. But hot tea from Harbucks helped with the itchy throat, so... no more coughing, right?

...Oh god, he shouldn’t have skipped his trip to Harbucks this morning. Another coughing fit, another trip to the bathroom so he’d stop disrupting class, just to spit up what he thought might be a piece of his lung. His eyes were shut tight when he coughed, throat pained from something making its way up and out his windpipe.

He expected to see a brutal scene. Dark reds, pinks, browns, disgusting bits of body parts that weren’t meant to see the light of day. When he peeked from one eye, though, he was met with a bathroom sink full of bright orange. 

Oh.

After a few minutes, the bell to dismiss class startled him from his frozen state, hands gripping the sink. And he’d be startled again when the door to the bathroom opened.

“GAH! Kenny!” In a fit of panic, Tweek hopped up to sit in the sink, only kind of hiding the flower petals under him. “Uh, mn, what, uh, what are you doing in here?”

@multibg  ||  kenny  [ hanahaki starter call ]

#⌜something’s off⌟ °﹂⋯﹁。v//alt #multibg/kenny #hanahaki//

[v-thinks-on]

Dorian sat down and let the long, gossamer dressing gown fall from his shoulders, revealing a lithe, youthful body, accentuated by a lacy chemise and bloomers, with a corset that clung to his narrow waist.

Basil felt the vines tighten around his lungs even as his heart hammered at the sight. The perfect, boyish face framed by Grecian curls, the white lace chemise tight against his flat chest, pulled even closer by the corset. Innocence and devilry intertwined in the boy who meant so much to him that he could never speak its name. Basil choked on the unspoken words and into his handkerchief fell a pair of blood red rose petals.

(Read More on AO3)

#v writes #The Picture of Dorian Gray #Dorian Gray #Basil Hallward #Dorian x Basil #hanahaki #Battleship exchange #fic 3 featuring lingerie and hanahaki (guess what tags we needed) #but this is the only one that actually has angst

[futurefind]

//thinking abt the "FEA style next gen 1 parent fankid" concept and giving myself psychic dmg over time bc Yeah kisukes shtick is that hes a big mamas boy for sa and has lots of burried jealousy abt sa helping caretake n look after All the kids bc literal apocalypse etc but also

1. Him having her bracelet ??? He doesnt kno its importance to HER sure but any momentos a momento (light psychic dmg)

2. Him wielding Shinrei. Its a family sword atp but also screaming at all these orphans (moderate psychic dmg)

3. He has access to its powers... AFTER (future tl/'his') Sa passed (PSYCHIC DMG CRITICAL!!! YOWLS)

Aka: i lov the oshifam but my goddddd tragedy follows them like its a gd play. This is fine fate may be a bitch but im not !!

#mun babbles // #aka: screams over the oshima fam and their TragediesTM #(INCLUDING those who marry into it like sas dad #) #like sa specifically bc i lov her And shes the one whos a main muse but bchfgfg #parental death mention // #on lighter note: kisuke trying n failing to help his mom RomanceTM cuz. yk #shes v oblivious romantically n wouldnt kno if she was a hanahaki diseased otome protag #by default he never met his dad which just makes it even more of a sitcom hijinks wise

[izzy-b-hands]

I. I think I have a decent finished draft for the first day of the upcoming Our Flag fan event with those drag based prompts that's coming up later in the month but. Oh. I made myself sad for Izzy in the process 🥺

#text post #it's sad in like. a bittersweet way #Izzy's had Ed break up with him again along with Stede (they're a package deal and a package break up too) #and it's implied he's been doing shows for a bit now with John and the rest of the crew at Jackie's in this modern au version of things #and inviting them every time but the two of them often don't show or are late #the day one prompt is roses so i had it be that the show theme is flowers with izzy set to sing la vie en rose BUT #after stede and ed show they aren't paying attention/really caring abt the show or making it to it #he switches his song to Roses by Adam Lambert (read the lyrics and you'll see why i chose it) #and has Archie and Jim help him rig up one of those fake vomit kits you can hide in your sleeve and control with a button #because he's also adding the hanahaki trope to the performance to essentially force himself to vomit out his feelings #abt ed and stede and their lack of care onstage. the 'vomit' is just rose water and crushed v tiny rose petal fragments #and he performs beautifully and the crowd Gets It even if they don't obviously know all the details #and then as he staggers backstage in that post dramatic performance haze #he sees a huge arrangement of roses left on his spot in the dressing area that are clearly so expensive as to be from ed and stede #implying that even after they promised again really this time to make it #they didn't. and all that he got was roses. to quote the song lol #i desperately want to publish it now but i think i should wait until the day of the prompt even if they allow early publishing #It could probably use another edit first anyway that i can do in the meantime but. yeah. #went in to write something fun and Oops All Sad instead 😭

[rosemaze-reveries]

oomf and I were throwing around ideas about this and thinking about miss chloe got me ill 🫣 she’s sick she’s sick she’s si

Vera contracting hanahaki disease 💐

⚠️ CW: obsessive love. you don’t reciprocate her love & she can’t cope with that 🤪

⚜ Vera has always been fond of flower fortune telling, and she often infuses lucky flowers into her perfumes. She finds it bitterly ironic when she begins to cough up marguerite daisy petals. This flower has hardly any use in perfume, as it’s not very fragrant — but plucking its petals in dozens of games of love me, love me not has left her very familiar with them.

⚜ She very rarely makes appearances in public, so she’s not concerned about being discreet. Her maids sweep the trails of petals that litter the halls every day and there’s never a mess to worry about. They only dread the days you visit because the minute you leave, Vera’s frustrations spill out like waterfalls.

⚜ Despite that, her symptoms do ease up when you’re around. You may not “love” her in the same way she does, but your concern for her wellbeing is enough to keep her flowers in check. If you happen to ask about them, she’ll act as if her unrequited love is for someone else.

⚜ It’s when she’s alone that the tears resurface and she violently coughs up all of her pent-up yearning. Many nights are spent draped over the side of her bed, clutching her mouth in agony. Petals are sprinkled all over her sheets. Her maids bring her hot towels and tea, but there’s little they can do to soothe her.

⚜ She spritzes herself with her working Euphoria formula daily. Anything for a little moment of peace. But this doesn’t work exactly as she wishes, and so she turns to address the root of her problem: your failure to love her back.

⚜ She begins to tinker with a new recipe — a “love potion” perfume, which she mixes her daisies into alongside other aphrodisiac notes. They may not be very fragrant, but there’s no better ingredient for something like this than the physical manifestation of her love 💐 One spritz and you should fall all over her... ideally.

⚜ She leaves some dried petals at the bottom of the bottle, and as she sprinkles them inside, she plays her favorite game again: you love her a little, you love her lots... you love her passionately... madly... not at all... a little... a lot... on repeat. She has a neverending stream of petals to count, but naturally she ends on “madly”. For reassurance, perhaps.

⚜ You think nothing of it when she gives a sample of this love potion to you. Any work of Vera’s is bound to be of enchanting quality, and this is no different. She asks that you try it in front of her, keeping a close eye on your facial expressions while anxiously biting the tip of her finger.

⚜ No immediate success? You’re not collapsing at her feet begging for her? She grows more and more desperate with every passing second. What will it take for you to love her?

⚜ There comes a point when she can’t hide her coughing at all around you; your presence doesn’t give her temporary relief anymore. You pity her, but this illness is tragic that way. There’s nothing a friend can do except hope her love might someday be reciprocated. Vera feels like ripping out her hair.

⚜ Her confession appears only when she’s at her wit’s end. Bitter that everyone she loves keeps “betraying” her in some way, it sounds less like a love confession and more like an accusation for ailing her. This is all your fault, she tells you through tears and matted hair — if you would only hold her the same way she dreams of holding you, then she would be free of her torment.

⚜ Despite this aggression, ultimately she does cherish you. And so she collapses to her knees after her outburst and lets you make your own decision. She even offers Euphoria to you, albeit bitterly, as a means to forget the guilt (…if you have any) — or in case this disease might take her life.

#identity v #idv imagines #vera nair #chloe nair #perfumer #idv perfumer #perfumer x you #perfumer x reader #vera x you #vera x reader #vera nair x you #vera nair x reader #hanahaki #hanahaki disease

[juni-writesx]

another wip Wednesday that no one asked for.

this time it's a juminv hanahaki AU.(a not so great one. lol.)

the reason why i don't write angst .... i'm terrible at it.

rated pg.

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Jumin’s 8 when he first has a tickle in the back of his throat, followed by the feeling of something velvety soft and an overwhelming urge to cough.

He’s well-aware it’s best to cough into his elbow, or even into a handkerchief, but he isn’t quick enough; the urge is much too strong, and he places his hand over his mouth instead so the germs do not get into the air.

And he feels something land in his hand as he coughs – a curious feeling indeed. Had something come up? He hadn’t eaten since lunch… so he couldn’t be coughing up food. Right?

It wasn’t as if he was sick, or at least he didn’t believe that he was. So he didn’t believe that it could be phlegm…

Troubled, he pulled his hand away when he had finished coughing, and his eyes peered down into his hand. Eyebrows raising curiously when he spots a few small blue forget-me-nots laying in his palm.

He’s heard of this before. Hanahaki disease. A disease that makes someone cough up flowers due to unrequited love.

A silly thing, he thinks. There is no one that he feels that way toward.

He finds his way to the nearest bathroom to wash his hands and convinces himself that since he and a friend were roaming around in a garden, he must have accidentally swallowed some flowers there.

He’s twelve when he’s sitting on his bed, glancing down at a child sleeping on the floor nearby. The child’s parents had gone on a trip, leaving him and his sister alone for a week.

Can’t he stay with us? He has nowhere else to go, and no one to look after him–

No. We’re not babysitters. And I don’t see why you feel the need to hang out with him–

–He’s my friend!

That does not mean that he has any right staying with us, which he will not be.

Except that he was. At least during the night. Jumin had made sure that the boy had a somewhat comfortable place to rest his head.

And so the boy wouldn’t be alone.

The heir takes a breath before he succumbs to a coughing fit so sudden that he’s unable to cover his mouth quick enough, and a few forget-me-nots sputter from his mouth and onto his lap.

“…Jumin?” the boy on the floor says groggily.

To which Jumin quickly reaches behind him to grab a pillow so he can stifle the sound.

“…Jumin….are you okay?”

It takes him a few moments to respond to the inquiry, as he is busy swallowing in order to coat his throat and to refrain from coughing more.

“Y–Yeah, Jihyun. I’m okay…. Just need water.” He’s quick on his feet when he needs to be; covering up his actions with a lie. He makes a note to clean up the strange flowers before sunrise, since he doesn’t want anyone, let alone Jihyun, to know.

“…Go back to sleep.”

Years later, he’s sixteen and he doesn’t remember the last time he felt the need to cough so strongly. He’d just finished saying goodbye to Jihyun on the phone when it happens.

Only this time it feels as though he cannot catch an adequate breath as he coughs and spits out the flowers.

He doesn’t understand it. The attacks are few and far between, and he doesn’t know what triggers it. Each time has been different.

This time he had called his friend to inform him that he was going abroad for a while for school. He hoped that, in the future, he would have the chance to go to University outside of Seoul.

And when an opportunity presented itself for Jumin to take a trip with his school for learning purposes, he felt as though it would be a good place to start – a chance to see if there was a school that captured his interest.

He thought it much better than just researching and going by hearsay.

Jihyun sounded quite sad to hear the news, but sounded thankful when Jumin said he wouldn’t be gone long; that he’d certainly keep in touch, and that he would tell him when he returned.

And the heir was sure that the conversation ended on a good note – they both seemed to be okay with this.

However, for some reason, an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of Jumin’s stomach as he reaches for his throat. As he tries to breathe…

It takes a bit of time until he’s able to relaxed, and he’s slumped back against the wall. His chest heaving as he takes full, deep breaths after what feels like a million small ones.

His floor is a random array of forget-me-nots, and he sputters some more out before his head tilts upward and against the wall – his fingers curling into fists at his side.

When he’s in his early twenties, he forgets all about the strange flowers, as it had been yet another stretch of time when he found himself not coughing anything up.

Hell, he hadn’t even caught a cold in that stretch of time. He was as fit as a fiddle; as healthy as ever.

Yet he notices that Jihyun seems different. More silent than usual; his mind is elsewhere.

“Are you alright?” Jumin asks.

“Yes. I’m fine.” Silence falls between them until… “I think I’m in love.”

The heir cocks his head to the side and looks at his friend. “Oh? How do you know?”

“I…. I have a disease, Jumin. Hanahaki disease. Have you heard of it before?”

He’s quick to blurt out, “No. I haven’t.” and his fingers fiddle with one of the cuffs of his sleeve. Half afraid of what his friend is going to say, but he would be damned if he knew why.

“Well. It’s a disease where you cough up flowers due to unrequited love…”

“…Is there a cure?”

“Yes.” Jihyun nods. “Either the one you love reciprocates your feelings, or you get surgery to remove the flowers.”

“I see.” Jumin knew the first cure, but not the second. Not that he had the disease – oh no. There was no way. Whatever he had (that clearly wasn’t affecting him anymore, he thinks) was something else entirely. “So… who is the lucky person?”

“Ah. Her name’s Rika. She’s very nice. I think you’d like her. I should introduce you two sometime.”

As he listens to Jihyun, Jumin feels a sensation in his mouth – close to his molars and the sides of his cheeks – and he swallows repeatedly. He breathes slowly through his nose as he tries to make the feeling go away.

He feels like he is going to be ill, and feels like he’s burning up.

Jihyun notices the change in the atmosphere, and he glances in his direction. “You don’t look too good. Are you alright?” He shifts a little and reaches out to him. “Here let me–”

“–No!” Jumin all but shouts, which triggers him to cough and sputter. He moves quickly away from the other’s outstretched hand and stands up, swaying as he does. He covers his mouth as he begins to cough more, and he shakes his head back and forth repeatedly in an attempt to not allow the flowers to escape from his mouth and, in turn, having them seen.

So he tries to swallow. once. twice. hoping to consume the flowers that he’s coughed up. And he turns on his heel so his friend cannot see that he’s trying so desperately not to choke on the flowers that are caught in his throat.

“Jumin–!” Jihyun says in a tone unlike any he has heard. He sounds concerned. Panicked.

And over the thrum in Jumin’s ears, he can hear rustling as if the other is moving.

Which he was and he had because the next thing the heir knows is there’s a hand on his shoulder and his flinching and moving away from the touch.

Suddenly, he hears Jihyun coughing and gagging and Jumin doesn’t understand why.

…Perhaps whatever he had, was, in fact, something so rare and contagious and now Jihyun caught it. With that thought in his muddled mind, he muffles an excuse to leave.

But not before catching the other leaning over, hands resting upon his knees, and almost violently coughing up a pink dog rose that seems to fall to the ground as if it’s heavier than what it should be.

Jihyun wipes his mouth as he takes a few deep breaths and turns his head in Jumin’s direction…

only to find him gone.

It’s been a week since, and Jumin is bedridden. Feverish, weak, and his bed is an explosion of those blue forget-me-nots that he cannot seem to stop coughing up.

What other sort of illness could make one cough up flowers to the point where it would feel as though their lungs were on fire and the weight of their chest was crushing them and breathing was the most laborious and tiring thing they had to do?

Now is the time that he wishes he had looked into it sooner. There must be a reasonable explanation for this. …Something other than the known disease, of course.

Instead, he groans weakly, and closes his eyes tighter as he kicks off the sheet on top of him – sending the forget-me-nots resting upon it flying into the air and floating back down on top of, and around, him.

The sunlight filtering into his room is too much. The heat – is it cranked? is it off? he cannot remember – makes him feel as though he’s standing in front of a fire. It couldn’t be his body temperature as Jumin is, typically, cold by nature; he’s always had a low body temperature and, as such, been one to become cold rather easily.

However, even kicking off the sheet isn’t enough for him to cool down. If anything, he feels worse.

He attempts to sleep – he attempts to do anything to help him get through this. Although, most of the time, his feverish dreams lead him down memory lane… of the events that had happened a week ago… when all he wants to do is forget about them.

How could he allow himself to become so ill that he would start coughing up the damn flowers in front of his friend?

In hindsight, he should have made sure that he was healthy enough to spend some time with Jihyun.

Because if he was healthy then, he certainly wouldn’t be bedridden right now.

It’s another week and he’s feeling a bit better than before. He’s no longer laying helpless among what feels like a garden of forget-me-nots. He’s even vacuumed most of them up –

Though it was rather concerning to see that some of them were spotted red.

Jumin doesn’t know what that means and does not care to venture too far down that path.

All he knows is that he can breathe a little easier. He’s out of bed. And he hasn’t thought about what had happened prior to this day.

In fact, he had managed to repress any and all feeling that he had before this okay feeling he was now left with. A big accomplishment, he believes.

He’d much rather feel this than that.

This state of being has also made it so he hasn’t spoken to Jihyun since the incident. Which, truth be told, probably wasn’t such a bad thing. With a wince, he believes it better this way. The other would have much more time to spend with the woman he’s falling in love with–

–The threat of a cough has Jumin’s train of thought changing immediately.

Although he isn’t one hundred percent better, he feels the best course of action would be to dive into his work. As a new employee of C&R International, he will do what he can to make his father proud.

He’d do anything to keep his mind occupied. His feelings and emotions under control.

The coughing at bay.

About a month later, Jumin is invited to go out with Jihyun and his now girlfriend, Rika. As much as he’d prefer to stay home and continue his work, he agrees, albeit after much convincing from his friend.

He watches their interactions – her display of affection that Jihyun seems to shy away from – (or was that just Jumin’s imagination?) – because he’s a rather private person and the heir wants to tell her to stop being rude and inconsiderate…

On the other hand, this is their first meeting, and perhaps he’s judging her a bit too hard, too fast. With his experiences with women, it’s nothing new; he’s always been rather judgmental toward them… mostly because all they’ve ever wanted was his title, status, and wealth.

That’s not to say that she’s like those he’s encountered before, but he still can’t help but be weary of her. As such, he makes sure to keep an eye and an ear on her. All the while convincing himself that it’s for his own sake – not for anyone else’s.

…With his hands in his jacket pockets, he trails behind them. Silent. Observant.

Yet when Rika turns her head to look at him over her shoulder, there’s something about the look in her eyes that makes him falter slightly. “I heard you and V have been friends for a very long time!“ She says. "It’s nice to finally meet you, Jumin! V talks about you a lot!”

Her voice grates on his ears a bit. It’s saccharine – and he’s never been particularly fond of sweets.

“Funny. I haven’t heard all that much about you.” oh, he doesn’t mean to quip, but the words are out much faster than he can think not to verbalize it.

And he knows how rude it was to say, and he isn’t at all surprised when she stops in her tracks, grabbing onto Jihyun to make sure that he stops right along with her.

Jumin’s eyes flick from the young woman to the man at her side and back again. And there’s a sinking feeling in his stomach – a heaviness to his chest that he can’t explain.

“Really?” Rika pouts, turning her attention to Jihyun. “You haven’t said anything about me?”

“He told me you were nice,” Jumin responds.

She seems pleased with that, for she smiles a little. “Oh, well… I try to be. The world would be a better place if we all treated one another with love and care. Without hate fueling our hearts.” and she leans up against her boyfriend a little, nuzzling her head against him. “Isn’t that right, V?”

He nods in return, a smile curving his own lips as he glances down at her.

The velvety feeling in the back of Jumin’s throat is sudden and he spits a few forget-me-nots toward the couple.

“Jumin!? What’s going on?” Jihyun asks, reaching out toward his friend. “Talk to me!”

Defensively, Jumin takes a few steps back… his elbow covering his mouth as he hunches over. Willing himself to stop coughing and to breathe through this.

“Is he sick?” Rika inquires, looking at Jumin, watching his movements.

“I don’t think so.” Jihyun replies. His concern is evident in his voice and etched on his face. “Jumin… –!”

The heir takes in a gasping breath and manages to say, “I must go…” before turning on his heel.

Rika frowns as she looks down at the small flowers that have fallen at her feet. She takes in the delicateness of them… the softness… their shade of blue.

And she sees red.

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