White Carnations. [YUTAE]

White Carnations.

Taeyong was in the bathroom, he was having difficulty in breathing and suddenly he coughed flower petals. The older was terrified as he knew what it meant. The sink was decorated with white carnations. The sight was beautiful, only if his chest wasn't hurting so bad. There was a knock on the door and Taeyong tensed upon it. After a few seconds, he managed to let the words fall out of his lips, but it was fairly audible.

"Tae, I am coming in." Youngho said as Taeyong tried his best to throw away those white carnations' petals. But to his vain, Youngho caught up just in time.

"Tae, are you okay?" The older of the two asked even if he knew the answer, the younger wouldn't be okay. Everything that was happening would never equal to being okay.

"I think I can bear with it, it's not so bad." It sounded more like a question. The older hugged him and whispered,"It will be okay, you will be okay." The younger could only nod, feeling so helpless.

"How did you even get rid of that infection?" The younger asked with curiosity laced in his voice. He knew that the older was also infected and now he is healthy and having no trouble breathing.

"I thought about undergoing the surgery to get rid of it, even if it meant that I would have to dispose all of my feelings for Ten. One day, he saw me coughing pink camellias and he asked me about it. I couldn't lie to him, you know how he can detect my lies. So, I just confessed and told him not to worry about me because I would go under surgery. He suddenly embraced me and told me not to undergo the surgery. I asked him if he was crazy and he told me that he also likes me. His likeness wasn't unrequited love, so he didn't suffer from Hanahaki disease. After spending time with him, I realized that I didn't cough pink camellias anymore." As the older finished his little confession, Taeyong couldn't help but feel sad about his condition. Ten accepted Youngho's love but would Yuta ever accept his?

Taeyong didn't remember when he started coughing flower petals, maybe it was when Yuta smiled cheekily at the older while the older was scolding him. Or maybe when the younger would comfort him while the older missed his family. He still didn't remember but the pain in his chest always reminded that yes, he had fallen in love with the younger. Sometimes, his stare at the younger would linger more than necessary and when they would make eye contact, the older would feel flowers slowly blooming and spreading through his lungs. Maybe Yuta was oblivious or he was just being nice, the older didn't know but he sure knew one thing that his condition was worsening as days passed.

"Tae, are you alright? You seem to be going to the bathroom every five minutes." The younger asked as his brows were furrowed and concern could be detected from his voice. The older only gave a small smile and said that he was okay. Every time, their hands touched each other, the older would feel the flowers creeping into his lungs, a bright smile from the younger would choke him as the flowers reached his throat and a hug or ruffle on his head would make him have difficulty in breathing and he would finally run to the bathroom as he violently coughed those beautiful white carnations. He cleaned those flower petals and quickly bid the younger goodbye to avoid any confrontation.

The pain that came with the coughing of flower petals was unbearable but, those feelings that he had for the younger were worth risking his life for. Youngho would always remind him to undergo the surgery but he always refused it. He didn't want his feelings for the younger to disappear even if it meant that he had to risk his life. The way his heart reacted to the younger was just enough for him to keep loving him. The way Yuta always smiled at him, their little skinships, even though it didn't mean anything to the younger : it meant everything for the older. He felt pathetic, deeply in love and nothing else to hold onto.

All four of them were hanging in the apartment shared by Taeyong and Youngho. They were watching movies and the warmth of the younger never failed to calm him. Taeyong was thinking about what ifs and all his mind could think was of the younger who was sitting beside him. When the younger lowered his head on the older's shoulder, he could feel the flower petals slowly creeping into the stomach, ready to bloom. He excused himself saying that he would bring some more snacks. He finally made it to the kitchen and started looking for some snacks. He thought about their little moment earlier, the flowers desperately trying to come out from his body. He resisted a bit but couldn't help it when he violently coughed those beautiful white carnations' petals. He soon started cleaning but he sensed someone else's presence in the room. He turned around and relief washed his face.