Amaryllis · Jingyeom/Yugnior

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Yellow and deep red tulips and carnations. That's the only taste, the only feeling and color combination JinYoung has been feeling and seeing since he had first laid his eyes upon the tall, smiling boy.

That big baby, has been JinYoung's best friend only from elementary school.

The older had always liked him, it wasn't hard to start loving him.

It was pure torture.

It has been ever since he had started coughing up the beautiful and colourful flower petals.

At first, it didn't even hurt.

JinYoung thought it was beautiful and always wondered why the petals would start crawling up his throat, tickling him to cough it out, whenever the younger looked at him, smiled at him, later on, even every time he thought of him.

He always wondered yet he could never find anything of it online, none of his friends ever mentioned it to him.

He felt like he was the only person that this was happening to. But why? Why him? What did he do?

After contemplating about whether to go to a doctor or not for months, he searched for a doctor on the furthest part of the city from him.

Maybe the doctor would think he was crazy. He didn't want anyone knowing about his condition.

Especially anyone he knew.

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When it was finally the day to find out what was wrong with his lungs, JinYoung was extremely nervous.

Biting his lips, fidgeting in his seat, biting his nails, chewing on the inside of his mouth.

He felt so guilty for lying to his best friend about his whereabouts.

He had said he was with his family.

He didn't want Yugyeom to tease him about whatever condition he had was all.

He had known from the very beginning that the younger would never love nor like him back.

It was, indeed, unrequited love, and there was nothing JinYoung could do to change that.

At the beginning, it was pretty to him. Coughing up beautiful flower petals every time he thought of the younger. Yet, as time passed, the coughing got more violent, it started hurting him. Every time he felt the beautiful petals forming in his lungs, he wanted to cry and yell out for it to stop.

Yet, at the same time, every time his lungs let out those yellow and deep red flower petals, Yugeyom got more beautiful.

With every cough, he adored the younger even more, and he didn't want to know how that stopping would feel.

As time went by, he would have to let those flower petals out of his lungs more and more frequently, and at the same time, it felt both awful and extremely beautiful at the same time.

He told the doctor all of this. Surprisingly to him, the doctor didn't look at him as if he was some kind of lunatic when the words spilled out of JinYoung's mouth as if he's been holding them in for ages. And he has.

The doctor then calmly told him what he had is called The Hanahaki disease. JinYoung had never heard of anything similar to that before. He had also said it was a disease, when the person you love does not return the love to you.

JinYoung was confused; this was all because of Yugyeom? It made sense, yet he couldn't bring himself to believe that.

Just thinking about Yugyeom made his lungs bloom with the colourful flowers. He tried swallowing the razor-sharp petals yet they bursted out, along with some blood attached to them, as JinYoung felt their edges cutting his throat, yet he couldn't stop coughing them out. He couldn't stop thinking about Yugyeom.

The doctor quickly got a basked for him to cough the petals in, the flowers immediately mixing in with the rest of the flowers that were already there from former patients. White daffodils, even whole roses, along with their thorns.

Searching through the cabinet, the doctor gave JinYoung a pill to swallow fast, telling him it would stop the flowers for a couple hours.

JinYoung still completely in shock, started crying.

"You'll die if this keeps up" the doctor said, calmly. "There are ways to get rid of this disease" he continues, looking at JinYoung, hoping he would agree to them once he heard of them.

The younger black-haired boy looked at the doctor, his eyes glistening with hope and happiness. "Please tell me, doctor. Tell me how I can stay alive and stop hurting like this."

"Well..." The doctor trailed off, "One way is to confess and either get your heart broken and hopefully get over the person, or see they feel the same. The flowers stop either way in that case. If you don't want to risk something, like a friendship, there is always a surgery option. The surgeons remove your memory of the person in the romantic view, but it can go wrong and you can either stop feeling everything, or you completely forget the person." He stopped for a bit "And then, there is always the option of living with it, until you die from the flowers completely filling up your lungs and throat and you can no longer breathe."

JinYoung looked as if he was in deep thought. Maybe, just maybe, he could get over him by confessing? Or the surgery, but that could go horribly wrong.

Either way, when he thought about the disease not being there, he felt empty.

He simultaneously despised and loved the feeling of flower petals eating him away, cutting up his throat more and more as days pass. He would miss it.

Yugyeom is definitely worth the pain, he said to himself.

Thanking the doctor, he rushed outside, to the bus and back home.

For the next couple days, he had been avoiding Yugyeom and all human interaction in general.

His disease was affecting his work too, so he decided to call the doctor and ask him what the pills he gave him were.

He would then take those at work, so he was able to work normally. His apartment slowly got completely filled up with Yellow Tulips and Deep red Carnations, eventually even falling off his balcony.

He would not talk to anybody, if he ever saw Yugyeom, even the pills would stop working and his lungs would fill up with the deadly petals immediately.

JinYoung was desperate.

For some kind of a solution.

For salvation from this bitter taste of Spring and blood he had always had in his mouth.

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FLOWER MEANINGS:
•Yellow Tulips - hopelessly in love
•Carnations(Deep red) - wounded heart
•White daffodils-chilvalry
•Roses:
Red - passionate love
Pink - admiration
red & white - unity
white - purity
yellow - friendship
I'll add more as the story progresses.
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Hello,
I'm back with an extremely angsty story.

Also PLEASE let me know if I made any mistakes or typos~

I have been reading Hanahaki disease stories lately (Especially 'White carnations' by kpoplover435) and I fell in love with the concept.

I hope you enjoy this story and it makes you cry like a baby😊

Your fav zucchini xx