The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from unrequited love, where the patient's throat will fill up with flower, they will then proceed to throw, and cough up the petals, (sometimes even the flowers). One of the only ways for the disease to 'disappear' is if, the said person returns the feeling (it can't be resolved with friendship, it has to be genuine feelings of love). The infection can also be removed through surgery, though the feelings disappear along with the petals. If they choose nether options, or the feeling is not returned in time, then the patient's lungs will fill up with flowers, and will eventually suffocate.
Y/N didn't know when the coughing started. At first it was just minor coughs and he didn't think to much about it. When they got worse, he thought that maybe he had caught a cold until one day when he scrolled through Twitter. He got a notification about a new Tweet from Dream and clicked on it.
When he saw what Dream posted he started coughing, bad. There was a picture of George. In Dreams hoody. It was way to big for him but that just made him look so much more adorable. He had a blending smile on his face and Y/N would give everything for that smile just to be directed at him. But it wasn't. It was for Dream and Dream only. He hated it.
His coughing didn't stop and Y/N had trouble breathing. He coughed and coughed until he felt something wandering up his throat. He started to panic and desperately tried to get it out. He brought a tissue up to his mouth and when he was finally finished with coughing, he took a look at it.
A mixture of blood and yellow petals.
Y/Ns thoughts started to swirl in his head. He knew that he loved George. He did for years now. But he also knew that George loved someone else. George had told him about his Crush on Dream about a year ago. Now that Y/N thought back maybe that was when the coughing started.
Now that he was putting two and two together his case was clear: he had Hanahaki. A Sickness for lovesick idiots. There wasn't anything you can do about it besides confessing your love hoping the other returns your feelings or getting a way to expensive surgery with horrible aftereffects.
Y/N needed to distract himself somehow, but he could feel a new wave of coughs rise up his throat. It started of as usual but got progressively worse. Y/N sprinted to his bathroom and started to throw up. His throat felt like it was being ripped apart.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a bunch of yellow roses. "How cliché..." he thought. Yellow roses represent jealousy, envy and platonic love. Y/N always disliked roses. He thought they were to ordinary, the typical flower in every bad romance story.
The thorns of the flowers had ripped his throat open. He tried drinking some water to get rid of the metallic taste but swallowing hurt like hell.
He decided to play some Minecraft to calm him down. He was just going to mine a bit and stock up some resources. While doing so he started to get spammed by Quackity to join VC3. He quickly checked who was in there and if anyone was streaming.
"AYYYY Y/N"
"Hello Quackity..."
"Wow you sound like shit!"
"How nice of you for pointing that out" said Y/N grimly "I'm a bit sick right now."
"Man, I hope you get better soon! You can also leaf if you want to, maybe you should get some rest."
"Nah I'm fine. What did you want to talk about anyway?"
"You see, I have this new Video Idea: How about we make a couple therapy for some of the Smp huh? I was thinking us "treating" some of the couples on this server!"
Y/N thought about it. He really didn't want anything to do with love right now but he also didn't want to let Quackity down + the fans would love this.
"Sure, what couples do you have in mind?"
"Obviously Skeppy and Badboyhalo and I thought maybe Karl and Sapnap too and of course the fan favourite: Dream and George!"
By the mention of these two Y/N started coughing again. Tears started to form in his eyes and he couldn't see clear anymore. He desperately tried to press his mute key but everything was so blurry. When he finally finished he was breathing hard and his world was spinning.
"Hey, are you alright man?" the concerned voice of Quackity could be heard through his headphones he took of in the middle of his cough attack.
Y/N put them back on and tried speaking but now even that hurt.
"That didn't sound like a normal cough Y/N."
"Don't worry it's nothing"
"Yeah, no shit that sounded horrible! Did you get it checked by a doctor?"
"Don't worry it's not like it's gonna kill me..."
"Y/N you have to take this serious! This definitely isn't normal!"
"Like I said there's nothing wrong with me! It's just a regular cold."
"You can't tell me it's just a cold after this!!" Quackity was now almost yelling. He felt a bit hurt about Y/N not telling him what was wrong.
"I'm sorry..."
None of them said anything after that but still stayed in the call. After a few minutes Y/N began to speak again.
"It's Hanahaki."
"What...?"
"You heard me."
"But... what... I mean what are you gonna do now? Tell them or get the surgery?"
"I'm not going to do any of this things Quackity."
"But-"
"No buts Alex! I'm not going to tell them and I'm not going to fuck up the rest of my life with this stupid surgery! Have you heard how the 2% are doing that decided to get it? I'm not going to do that."
"But you could always tell the person! If not you are going to die!"
"You think I don't know that?! I've made my decision."
Silence. Quackity didn't know what to say. He didn't want Y/N to throw his life away like that but he couldn't reason with him right now. Y/N was stubborn and once he got something in his head no ones able to change that.
Tears started to form into Quackity's eyes "Y/N please just-" but his voice broke half through the sentence
"I'm so sorry Alex..."
With that Y/N left the call and logged out of the server.
He sat in his chair and stared at the now black monitor in front of him. He felt bad about treating Quackity like that but he didn't have the nerve for this now. Y/N himself still didn't want to accept this whole thing.
His coughs got worse and worse over time to a point where he wasn't able to speak at all. Y/N knew it was coming to an end soon. He was scrolling through his phone, looking at pictures of George. He came to that one picture that started this whole thing. He started coughing but was too weak to properly function by now. He started choking on a mixture of blood and petals and a biter metallic taste on his tongue.
The last thing he saw was George's wide grin while being in dreams hoodie like a reminder that he never was and never will be his.
