Jomies oneshots

Drake: Hanahaki AU

Jake was making his way down the hall when he spotted Drew. He waved at him and leaned back on the locker next to him. "Hey, man! Watcha doing?"

Drew shifted his weight and cleared his throat, his hands shoved into his pockets. "Nothing."

Jake leans back on the locker and puts one hand in his pocket, the other scrolling through his phone. They're so close their shoulders are nearly touching, but Jake doesn't notice.

Drew glances over at him, noticing how their shoulders are nearly touching. He feels his heart rate rise, but he plays it cool, acting like he doesn't care, and scrolls through his phone. After a few moments, he starts coughing slightly into his hand.

Jake didn't notice at first, but when he heard Drew coughing into his hand, he put his phone away and looks at him. He looked concerned. "Bro, you alright? You're coughing an awful lot."

After a few minutes of coughing, Drew's coughing fit finally subsided. He tried to play it cool, waving his hand dismissively. "Yeah, I'm fine, it's nothing. Just a little cough."

Jake didn't seem convinced. He studied Drew's face, trying to figure out if he was lying or not. "You sure? You seem kind of pale. Maybe you're getting sick or something."

Drew tried to brush it off, but he knew Jake was starting to figure him out. He quickly put his phone in his pocket and looked away. "I'm really fine, dude. Don't worry about me."

Jake was about to protest when the bell rang. He groaned in frustration and started walking to class. "Alright.. looks like I gotta go. See you later."

Drew was secretly relieved when the bell rang, but he didn't show it. He nodded and watched as Jake began to walk away. "Yeah, see you later, man."

He stood there for a moment, watching as Jake disappeared into the crowd of other students walking to class. As soon as he was out of sight, Drew leaned against the locker, taking a deep breath. He felt his heart racing and a tightness in his chest.

Suddenly, he started coughing again. He tried to suppress it, but it grew more intense, causing him to wheeze and gasp for air. He doubled over, clutching at his chest as he continued to cough.

He tried to stay quiet, but the coughing fit wouldn't stop. He could feel the stares of other students around him, but he ignored them, focusing on trying to breathe. After what felt like an eternity, the coughing finally subsided. He was left gasping for air, his heart racing and his chest heaving.

He leaned against the wall for a few moments, trying to catch his breath. As he did, he noticed a small petal on his hand. He blinked, confused for a moment, before realization dawned on him. He dropped the petal as if it was scorching hot, his eyes wide, and his heart racing even faster.

He stared at the petal for a few more seconds, trying to process what was happening. It was then that he noticed more petals on his shirt, and he began to panic. He quickly brushed them off, his heart racing even faster. He knew what this meant, and it terrified him.

His mind started racing, and he knew he couldn't go to class. He couldn't let anyone see him like this. He quickly pushed himself off the wall and ran down the hallway, heading for the nearest bathroom.

He burst into the bathroom and went straight to the sink. He cupped his hands under the running water and splashed it on his face, trying to calm himself down. But it didn't work. The image of the petal he found earlier kept replaying in his mind.

He leaned against the sink, gripping the edge so tightly that his knuckles turned white. A wave of emotions crashed over him all at once - fear, guilt, and overwhelming sadness. He closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing, when suddenly he started coughing again.

He desperately tried to suppress it, but the coughing only grew stronger. He covered his mouth with his hand, trying to muffle the sound, but petals started to spill through his fingers. He doubled over again, gasping for air as he coughed up even more petals.

He desperately tried to control the coughing, but it was no use. The petals kept coming, growing in number and size, until finally... he started to cough up blood. He watched in horror as both petals and blood spilled from his mouth into the sink. His heart raced, and his mind was spinning with panic.

He stared at the sink, his vision blurry from the tears that had welled up in his eyes. He felt weak and dizzy, the room spinning around him. He gripped the sink tighter, trying to steady himself, but he suddenly felt himself grow weak in the knees before he slumped down onto the cold tile floor.

He sat there, the coldness of the floor seeping through his clothes, reminding him that it was all too real. He could hear the sound of his own wheezing, along with the sound of his own heart beating loudly in his ears. It felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.

After a few minutes, the coughing fit finally subsided, but the pain in his chest remained. He looked up at the mirror, seeing his reflection. It was paler than usual, with tears streaming down his face, but the most noticeable change was the blood that stained his chin and lips.

He sat there for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions. He knew what was happening to him, and it terrified him beyond belief. He struggled to get to his feet, his body feeling weak and shaky, and stumbled over to the sink once again. He turned on the water and splashed some on his face, trying to clean off the blood and tears.