ATEEZ ONESHOTS [BXB]

-A Heart Of Flowers-

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In the dim light of the bathroom, Hongjoong's eyes fixated on the stained carpet, each blotch a testament to the horror he had endured. The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, mingling with the delicate scent of crushed flower petals. His body trembled with exhaustion, every muscle aching as if weighted down by invisible chains. Trickles of crimson trailed down his lip, painting his chin a haunting shade of red before dripping into the macabre puddle below.

The burning agony in his chest was relentless, a relentless fire that threatened to consume him whole. Hongjoong struggled to keep his head low, his breaths shallow and labored as he fought to contain the urge to scream out in anguish. But even that small relief was denied him; his throat was too raw, too constricted by the overwhelming pain coursing through his veins. All he could do was endure, each moment stretching out into what felt like an eternity of suffering.

Hongjoong couldn't shake the torment of the Hanahaki Disease, a cruel affliction that blossomed in his chest as a result of unrequited love for his bandmate, Mingi. Every beat of his heart felt like a stab, each breath a reminder of his agony. Mingi, the object of his affection, was blissfully unaware of the turmoil within Hongjoong's soul.

As Hongjoong watched Mingi laugh and joke with Jongho, his heart ached with jealousy and longing. Mingi's name alone filled him with joy, yet it also brought him so much pain. Why couldn't Mingi see him the way he saw Jongho? Why did fate conspire to torment him so?

Struggling to rise from his bed, Hongjoong dragged himself to the mirror. His reflection was a haunting sight – pallid skin, chapped lips stained with blood, dilated pupils that betrayed the torment raging within. Even death, he thought bitterly, would recoil from such a sight.

But despite the pain, Hongjoong couldn't bring himself to confess his feelings to Mingi. The fear of rejection, of losing their friendship, held him captive in his silent suffering. And so, he continued to watch from afar, his heart bleeding with every beat, consumed by the curse of the Hanahaki Disease.

As Hongjoong gazed at his reflection, the weight of his unrequited love pressed heavily upon him. The idea that love could be both beautiful and deadly simultaneously resonated within him, evoking a bitter laugh. It was a twisted irony that such a powerful emotion could bring him to his knees.

His feelings for Mingi began innocently enough, back when they were just children at the tender age of seven. Even then, Hongjoong found himself drawn to Mingi's charm and warmth. But he was too young to comprehend the complexities of his emotions, so he buried them deep within himself, afraid of what might happen if he dared to confess.

Yet, no matter how hard he tried to suppress his feelings, they only grew stronger with time. He found himself captivated by Mingi's infectious laughter, his endearing childishness, unable to escape the grasp of his love. What started as a simple crush had blossomed into a consuming infatuation, a love that twisted and tore at his heart.

Watching Mingi pine after someone else was a torment Hongjoong endured silently. Every time Mingi spoke of his affections for another, it felt like a dagger piercing his heart. He longed to be the one Mingi looked at with such adoration, but instead, he could only watch from afar as his best friend's heart belonged to another.

The first sign of his deteriorating health came with a cough, a subtle yet ominous warning of the toll his unrequited love was taking on him. It happened when Mingi rushed to him, excitement sparkling in his eyes as he spoke of someone else, someone who wasn't Hongjoong. The realization that he would never be the recipient of that look of love and admiration pierced him deeply, yet he masked his pain, resigned to accept his fate.