★ HANAHAKI

DREI

the sudden suffocating feeling emerged in chan's system as he grabbed his chest, about to throw up. he ran to his private bathroom which was connected to his room, and started wretching over the toilet.

his eyes were shut closed as the liquid source fell out of his mouth, paining his throat to the maximum.

only then, when he opened his eyes, he realised that he threw up petals. petals covered in blood. his eyes shook of fear as he immediately flushed down his mysterious looking vomit and look at himself in the mirror.

red crimsonated blood flew down the corners of his lips as a few petals laid elegantly against his mouth. shakily, chan's hand rubbed the edges of his mouth, before splashing water onto his face.

"no... no way." chan mumbled, before sitting at his desk. the stuffed feeling arrived again, but not as bad, but it was still bad. the brunette shoved water down his throat, breathing heavily as he turned on his computer.

"hanahaki... hana.. fuck." chan groaned, and ran his fingers through his strands furiously. he did, infact, have the hanahaki disease. the one that makes you throw up if the person you liked didn't like you back.

but that meant, minho didn't like him back.

"of course he didn't chan, you're stupid to think he would."

chan closed his laptop, and sighed heavily. not long, before the tears started to pour down. luckily for him, everyone was definetely asleep and he knew how to stuffle the sound of his cries anyway.

and so the night went on, with him crying.