The Panacea Of Everything Is Love || Soukoku

1|| I Will Just Fall Asleep To Have The Darkest Dreams...

Hello! 

Welcome to my new story! 

I hope you will love my story ^-^! 

Panacea: A solution or remedy for all difficulties or diseases. 

Dazai has simple pneumothorax in this story. As you can guess from the title, love will help Dazai to heal ^-^! 

Updates will be slow though... 

I will explain what primary pneumothorax in the end of the story, but please remember that I'm not a doctor and I never wrote a hospital au before. So, if there is something wrong about the disease, it is totally my fault! Don't hesitate to correct me though! 

I'm not so fond of Turkish songs actually, but this song is something else... I translated it to English for you ^-^. 

Also I decided not to make parents mean. I wanted to make caring parents this time ^-^! 

Warning! 

- This chapter contains mentions of death, so if you are not comfortable with this kind of subjects, please don't read the story. 

If you still read despite my warnings, I don't accept any responsibility. 

I won't tolerate any hate comments! 

Anyway, enjoy ^-^! 

Note: I promise it will be a happy ending! 

⊱ ───── {.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.} ──── ⊰

Don't go... Don't go... Please don't go... Don't go... Don't go...
My hands are getting cold... 
Don't go... 
Please don't go...
When you go, my hands get cold...
My lonely, destitute heart gives me pain when I'm without you...

[Group Nara - Ne Olur Gitme/Please Don't Go English Translation] 

⊱ ───── {.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.} ──── ⊰

"I'm going to die tonight." The brown haired whispered as he was hugging the ginger haired young man from behind. His words were could barely audible, even if they were too close to each other, but his lover heard him. 

"You tell this every night." The ginger haired young man scoffed. 

They were laying in the hospital bed, pressed tightly against each other, leaving no space for anything else, but they could care less. They didn't mind to be close to each other that much. They never did. 

"I know..." The brown haired young man let out a sigh. "I just have a really bad feeling that it will happen tonight..." 

"You can't know this for sure!" The shorter man shook his lover's arms off of him. "You can't know when you are going to die!" He snapped at his lover. For four years, it always had been like that. Dazai would say the same thing over and over every night in the exact same hour: 23.55 p.m. Whenever Chuuya argued with him, he would say that he had a feeling that it would come true that night. Chuuya would stop arguing. He would stay awake all night, cuddling with Dazai. He was scared that Dazai' s feelings would come true. Then sleeping was impossible for him after that... He was staying awake all night until he passed out because of exhaustion and he would wake up in panic every morning, not being able to relax the warmth of his lover's skin or feeling his breath against the back of his neck. He could only relax at that moment. Because he would be able to confirm that his lover was still alive and they still had time.