Hanahaki Disease || 𝑳𝒆𝒆𝒋𝒊𝒗𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒆

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"No wonder no one likes you."

"Your not good enough."

"Your weak! You fucking loser!"

"You'll never be enough, your just a nobody."

"S-stop...please." I whispered quietly.

I was helpless. I couldn't defend myself. I just couldn't. Having this stupid disease, was just making my life a living hell. He wouldn't like me anyways. The hells wrong with me...

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*sighs*

Just another shitty day. I woke up with flower petals on my chest. This was now a daily routine. Having flower petals sometimes around my bed from the moving of my nightmares. Normally I would think this was on purpose. I thought throwing up flower petals would be because of not confessing my 'soulmates' feelings. This world is so weird.

"Jeongin!" I heard a loud yelling voice. I was tired as fuck and didn't know what to wear. Not giving a shit since it'll just be painted in blood afterwards. I took a black hoodie that covered my white clothed bandages around my arms. Black shorts revealing purple-ish bruises on my legs with bandages on cut deep red scratches that are dry. I don't own a cat. And black converse. I went to the mirror to check in myself. And glared at my own reflection. My eyes deepend as seconds flew by. I sweared at myself and left the room.

I walked up to the living room to see my dad knocked out with a can of beer still holding onto his hand. With various amount of more cans around the room. I didn't care, and kept walking to the kitchen. My mom was smoking cigars with the window opened. I just stood there until my mom noticed.

"Hey...eat something, your getting thin." She said inhaling more of the cigar. Smoke spread the kitchen making it a foggy scene. She eyed up and down at me.

I didn't say anything and took some pancakes that were left in the center. I took one more glance at my mom before I left. I closed the door behind me and threw the pancakes at a nearby garbage bin. I barely ate, no breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Nowadays I'm used to it, dad getting drunk, mom smoking and getting herself high and just me being me. Living in a poor ass house barley having any room. Small living room that connected to the kitchen leading the bathroom, and 2 small bedrooms.

Well, it was time to head to school, more like hell...what I have to go through every...single...

Day.

...

"Intak?"

"Here."

"Soojin?"

"Here."

"Jeongin?" The class went quiet. Knowing I won't say shit. No one has ever heard my voice ever since the start of school.

I raised my head. And looked at Mrs. Park that called my name. I didn't speak. Neither at home. I never did. My eyes barley opened to glare at her who just nodded. I sat at the back of the classroom, at the corner where I can rest my head against the wall. Which I was very thankful for.

"Alright! Everyone is here, wonderful!" Mrs. Park said with her hands on her waist ready to teach her lesson.

"There will be a new student joining us this school year, please make him feel welcomed as he is new around Seoul." Mrs. Park smiled.

New student huh...like I give a fuck.

I wasn't interested so I laid my head against the wall with my right hand resting underneath my chin. My hood was placed on my grayish dark knotted hair, after multiple warnings from having it on. I still didn't get how it was disrespectful to have hoods on? School is seriously stupid for that rule.

I closed my eyes shut. Ignoring the small conversations about the 'new student.'

The boy walked in the room, everyone's eyes were on him. A blond noodle haired boy with a sweet smile that showed his dimples. He was wearing a casual outfit that suited him well. He seemed excited and happy to be here. I heard whispers and giggles from girls in front of me.

"Please introduce yourself." Mrs. Park asked the boy.

"Hello everyone, my names Bhang Christopher Chan. Hope we can all get along." He bowed down.

Everyone welcomed him.

"Thank you Mr. Bhang, you can go sit at the back." Mrs. Park pointed where he was suppose to sit.

Why is sleeping so hard during class, but not at home? What would happen if I just left home? Maybe this world as well...

My mind was full of thoughts, not realizing that someone sat next to me. As this unknown person sat I flinched and came back to reality. I turned my head around to see a blond looking haired boy. I stared at him for a few seconds, he notice the gaze I gave him so I quickly turned my head back.

Mrs. Park explained about a project and how anyone can pick their partner. I wasn't planning on doing the project at all. I don't participate in any of that bullshit.

I started to cough a little. I held my mouth with my sleeve in case of a few petals decided to escape from my mouth. Instead my lips had painted drops of blood.

"Hey, are you alright?" I froze. No one has ever asked me that question. No one cares about me.

I slowly turned around to see the blond boy pulling out a tissue from his bag and handing it to me. His expression were filled with worry. But why? Why would he be worried about me?

I took the tissue from his hand and wiped my painted lips. I nodded a 'thank you' to the blond. The blond boy signed a 'your welcome' using his hands. Was he using sign language? I'm not deaf. But he probably thinks I can't speak.

A girl walked up to him and asked if he can be her partner for the project. He declined.

"I'm sorry, I already have a partner." He said nicely. The girl seemed sad and understood but was curious.

"Who's your partner?"

The blond curly boy pointed at me and smiled. I was in shock. This guy really doesn't know me, and wants me? To be his partner? He's crazy.

The girl was speechless and shouted.

"The petal freak?!" The whole class turned to me. I looked down not wanting the attention or the unnecessary death stares.

"Excuse me?" The blond said.

"You want to be partners with him?" She stated once again.

I was used to this, but it was unnecessary for the blond boy to even defend me. He stood up.

"Look here mate, I don't know what's your problem, especially with your bitchy attitude. I don't need anyone telling me who to pick partners with, most certainly I wouldn't want to be partners with you. I don't know what this boy has done to you, your overeating ass is annoying. If me wanting to be partners with him bothers you so much, you can go fuck yourself over there." He pointed at her seat telling her to leave this instant. Which she did. She felt so embarrassed. Everyone's eyes filled with fear and quickly turned their backs.

I didn't know what to say. I was speechless myself. The boy sat back down and turned to me with an innocent smile showing his dimples like if nothing ever happened. He took his hand out and introduced himself.

"My names Chris, or Chan, however you want to call me I'm fine with it." He greatly said like nothing happened a few minutes ago. I hesitated, but accepted his hand shake.

"What's your name?" Chan curiously asked me.

I took out a piece of paper and wrote down my name.

"Yang Jeongin?" Chan read squinting his eyes to see if he read it right.

"I said it correctly yeah?" He asked reassuring. I nodded with a little smile.

I smiled...that's new. Is that a good thing?

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