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Hanahaki | Taejin (Part 1)

A/n: After almost 5 months, I have now once again given this book attention. Again, apologies to those pictures which are still pending in my list 😩

For this short story, it's a concept suggested by Devdu2000

This is really new to me so I hope you bear with author-nim as I give it a shot! Thanks for this suggestion lovey!

If you, loveys, haven't yet - please check out her page! She's one of the coolest and most caring author who's been with me since my early days and she never gets tired of educating me about things. Thank you sincerely! 🥰

I was excited to share this with you as it's a new concept for me that I took in as challenge for my writing. But I accidentally pressed 'Publish' last night while saving so it got me all frustrated that I couldn't concentrate anymore. Anyways, this is the best I can come up with.

Hope y'all will enjoy reading! 💜

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Hanahaki Disease
is a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up (or vomits) flower petals when they suffer from one-sided or unrequited love.
It ends when the beloved returns their feelings, or when the victim dies from suffocation (as the flower/plant/tree grows inside the lungs).
It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.

The trope was popularized in East Asian fandoms (Korean, Japanese, Chinese) before it was used by Westerners. In fandoms, it appears most frequently in relation to BL pairings.

(I have included a few photos at the end of the GALLERY in the next page if you wanted to see a visual sample. You can also read more of this at fanlore.org or wikipedia.org ©)

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Seokjin's P.O.V.

My sight is getting blurry.

I can feel my forehead already filled with cold sweat as I briskly walk along the corridors into the bathroom.

I am trying to catch my breath, at the same time, trying to hold myself from gagging out a whatnot that seems to be stuck at my throat.

I bumped to my best friend, Jimin, who was there inside the boy's bathroom.

But I did not stop to even glance at him as I hurried my way into an empty cubicle. I pushed it open and quickly locked it.

Then I let myself fall to my knees in front of the toilet to cough out what I've been holding in.

My tears instantly fell as a handful of cherry blossom petals seemed to have forcefully escaped from my lungs.

Retching even harder, more petals fell out of my mouth, which gave me a mixed feeling of fear, disgust and loathe.

I cried my heart out as I opened my mouth wide, hoping to get all of these out of my chest.

When I already felt that very few are coming out, I just let my chest cough a bit more gently. Then I wiped my eyes which don't seem to stop leaking with unnecessary tears.

I flashed the toilet and stared at the bright pink petals, circling and going down the toilet drain.

I used to admire the beauty of the cherry blossoms. Especially during spring.

But now, it's sickening.

Day after day, I wish to never see them again. It makes my chest hurt, not only literally.