BTS imagines // ENDED.

Hanahaki Disease |Jungkook|

Length: 2440 (?) words
Warning: Angst, sadness, mentions of death AND BLOOD
A/N: HANAHAKI DISEASE IS FICTIONAL !! and i just had this idea to write this because i'm that usual angst shit i'm always am SO !!!!!! enjoy, i will see you guys again when i have the time.

.

Hanahaki Disease (花吐き病 (Japanese); 하나하키병 (Korean); 花吐病 (Chinese)) is a fictional disease where the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.

.

Holding a flower petal, she crushed it in her palm as she let the first tear fall down her face. It had been days since she started coughing up petals and it definitely scared the hell out of her. She went online to search for possible causes and cures but the first thing that came up was,

"Hanahaki Disease."

Choking on her fear of the unknown, she coughed out more petals which encouraged her to read on.

".. where the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love."

One person comes into her mind but, she refuses to acknowledge him.

"there are three endings to hanahaki disease, firstly, when the object of the victim's love returns their affections, thus making the love no longer unrequited.

Secondly, when the flowers are surgically removed. However, since they are the victim's feelings of love, meaning they can no longer love the person they once loved. 

Sometimes this also removes the victim's ability to ever love again.

Lastly, "

She paused at the last one,

she could feel tears gathering at the corner of her eyes.

"when the victim's lungs get filled with the flowers and their respiratory system grows roots, they will choke on their own blood and petals, 

and die."

.

Gathering her brushes, she lightly painted the canvas. The blank room just seemed really calming to her there and then. She picked up a few tubes of colour, mixing them till it was the shade of her liking. 

Sliently painting, she hummed a tune that was playing in her head. As she got to the red and pink colours of the painting in her imagination, she stopped. 

They were the exact same colour of the flower petals she kept coughing up. Smiling bitterly, she out the brush on the rack as she tried to not cry out loud. 

How can something so pretty be the cause of her death?

As she sat there, submerged in her thoughts, she didn't notice the person that slipped into the room quietly.

"That's nice, who is your inspiration for this?"

Holding a hand to her mouth, she gasped out of shock and felt a petal threatening to come up as she almost choked. Pushing her tears back down, she shook her head and looked down.

"Nothing, as usual, just another imagination of mine."

Looking over her shoulder, he smiled.

"Looks like he is going to hold a nice bouquet of flowers, may I add in my own touch to your painting?"

Usually, she would yell at those who said that as they could carelessly ruin her masterpiece.

But him, it was because it was him that is why she could make the exception.