Hanahaki || JK FF || By: JKxxfiks

Chapter 11: Fleeting Confession🖤

The hospital is eerily quiet. The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, and the halls are empty—too empty. We're so close, but we haven't seen a single soul. Jungkook pulls me up, practically carrying my weight as I lean into him, my legs trembling.

"We're almost there, Y/N," he says breathlessly, his eyes darting around, searching for help. But something inside me stops him.

I tug at his sleeve, my hand weak but insistent. "Jungkook, wait."

He freezes, his gaze snapping to mine. His face is etched with worry, but there's something else there too—fear. He's scared, and I don't blame him. I'm terrified.

Before he can protest, before we find anyone, I stop him completely. The air feels heavy between us, the weight of everything I've kept buried rising to the surface. I know this is my only chance, my last moment.

"I have to tell you something," I manage, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Not now, Y/N. Please, we need to—"

"No!" I cut him off, my voice cracking. Tears sting my eyes as I look up at him, my heart pounding in my chest—not just from the pain, but from what I'm about to say. "I love you, Jungkook."

He stares at me, frozen, as if the words don't register right away. "What...?"

"I've loved you... for so long," I continue, my breath hitching. "Every time I was near you, it hurt more, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't help it. I didn't want to ruin what we had... but... it's too late now."

"Y/N..." He looks at me, wide-eyed, his mouth opening and closing like he's trying to find the right words. But he's speechless.

"I'm dying... because I love you." My confession spills out between sobs, and with it, another wave of petals forces its way up, bloodied and stained. I cough violently, and Jungkook's grip tightens around me, his face pale with horror.

"No, no, no..." he whispers, shaking his head in disbelief. "Y/N, you're not—don't say that. Don't say you're dying for me."

But I can't hold back anymore. I've carried this for too long. "I had to tell you, Jungkook... before it's too late. I love you... so much... it's killing me."

Tears fill his eyes now, and he pulls me closer, wrapping me in his arms. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why didn't you let me help you?" His voice is thick with emotion, and he looks at me with a mixture of heartbreak and guilt.

"I was scared... scared you didn't feel the same..." I choke out, my body trembling in his arms.

Jungkook's lips part, his breath shaky. "I—" He hesitates, his eyes searching mine. "I don't know-... I can't—"

Before he can finish, I press a weak finger to his lips, silencing him. "It's okay, Jungkook... you don't have to say anything. I just needed you to know."

He shakes his head, tears streaming down his face. "No... Y/N, you can't leave me. I need you. Please."

But I know... deep down, my time is slipping away.

I collapse into Jungkook's arms, my knees giving out beneath me. The weight of my body drags me down, and I can't fight it anymore. Everything feels heavy—my limbs, my breath, my heart.

I'm dying.

I can feel it, deep in my chest, where the petals bloom and twist like vines around my lungs. The pain is unbearable now, searing through me with every shallow breath. I can barely keep my eyes open.

"Y/N!" Jungkook's voice breaks as he kneels beside me, holding me close. His hands are trembling, and I can feel his panic. But my body is shutting down, and I know it. I'm slipping.