Roses for you

regrets

The Hanahaki disease was a medical phenomenon, to say the least. 

It was an illness where the victims' lungs started blooming flowers. It was a cruel disease affecting those with unrequited love for another. 

The only way to cure it is with the cause of the disease returning feelings.

It was either that or a surgery was needed to take out the flowers. Though it was risky and had lasting effects on the victim. One out of two things would happen. The person would lose memory of their beloved, which was the case most of the time. The patient could also lose all feelings for the person or just all romantic feelings in general. Not to mention the physical scars and damage to the lungs of the victim. 

This disease was terrible, to say the least. But when Jisung saw it in media or in news reports, he wanted to laugh at the people affected. They fell in love and had to suffer for it. What sounds like a major skill issue.

Jisung wrapped up his dance practice session, ignoring the heavy feeling in his chest and the slight sting when he breathed in deep. 

He made his way to his dorm, passing by several of his members as he walked. He finally reached his room, flopping down on his bed, tired from practice. The heavy feeling in his chest only got heavier to the point where it had Jisung squirming around due to the discomfort. 

He felt like coughing, but when he did, he couldn't stop, closing his eyes and clutching his chest due to the force of his cough. When the coughing subsided, he almost laughed when he opened his eyes. 

He almost laughed at the soggy petals in front of him. At the frown on his face and the tears in his eyes. He could almost start cackling at the pitiful situation he was in. But he couldn't. Cause he was fucked. 

The very thing he laughed are people for having. The disease he was for sure was so far away and disconnected from. The one thing that could ruin his life right now. The Hanahaki disease. 

Truth be told, Jisung didn't know that much about the diseases history, but he got the gist of it. He fell in love. Now he's being punished for doing something so stupidly avoidable. 

Jisung was an idiot. 

A dying idiot. 

How was he supposed to get through this? He didn't want to die. He wasn't even sure if surgery was possible. He didn't know anything. 

But he knew one thing. 

This was not gonna turn out good. 

He kept replaying different scenarios in his head, trying to find one that was happy and realistic. 

But he turned up empty. 

The worst thing was that he fell in love with one of his members. 

His whole face felt hot, and tears fell down his face. His breathing became erratic as he tightly gripped his chest as it were to explode. 

He couldn't calm down. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair.

No no no no no no no no NO. 

This cant be happening. This was a dream. It would pass as soon as he went to bed. It has to.

After what seemed like hours, Jisung fell to the floor, and slowly got up. 

He looked at the petals and picked them up, disposing of them in a little trashcan near his bed.

His head hurt. 

A lot. 

It felt like burning needles being slowly  inserted through his eyes. 

Not to mention the burning feeling in his throat and heaviness in his chest. He laid back down on his bed. Feeling lost. 

It took him an hour to fall asleep, but he did. Little did he know, the flowers in his chest spread a bit more.