Yoongis pov
His beautiful lips curl into their signature heart shape, his hands expressing the words he's saying, his eyes bright, and his neck taunting me with a stunning purple mark on it, forcing me to remember he's not mine. "Hyung are you listening?" The gorgeous boy says, "Yeah." I quickly lie. his smile reappears as he goes on and on about how much he loves his boyfriend and the sinful acts he did last night. I pretend to listen but in reality, I'm choking down large petals, anthurium flowers to be exact. I read that they represent hospitality, happiness, and abundance, everything Hoseok is. "Babe, I need help," his boyfriend calls from upstairs in his deep sultry voice. Hoseok is quick to go help his boyfriend out. "Coming Tae," he quickly walks up the stairs. I sigh when he's out of sight and a large petal slips past my pink lips. It's spotted with red blood, my red blood of course. I quickly rush to dispose of it, wrapping it inside tissue and throwing it away. I hurriedly make my way to the bathroom where anthuriums flow out of me and into the toilet I'm hunched over. Once I finish, I feel the familiar tingling of more stems and roots growing inside of me. I can't breathe again for the third time this week. It seems my condition is worsening. Tears automatically fill my eyes at the pain, threatening to spill out as I gasp and wheeze for the thing I need to survive. After a while, I can breathe again and I selfishly lap up all the air I can, I look in the toilet at the blood and flowers in shame, I hope that the large flowers don't stock up the bathroom and I flush. I sit down on the white tiled floor and call the only person who knows, Jin. "Can you come to Hoseok's house? I'm in the living room bathroom. Please and bring the oxygen mask," I say as soon as he picks it up. He sighs on the other line, mumbles an okay, and hangs up. A while later, he's here. "Here's your oxygen mask." He hands it over. I put it on and breathe in the air, it fills my lungs with much-needed oxygen. I take it off as soon as I can breathe adequately on my own. "You know it's not healthy for you to keep throwing up these flowers. The petals are large and you know what the doctor said: it makes your chances of dying early higher," Jin lectures. "I know, but I don't wanna forget about my love for Hoseok. What's the point of living if I can't love him? I'll be a shell, an empty shell, and that'll just drive me to madness. So, I'd rather die from this disease." Jin shakes his head. "Listen, I know how that feels. I had it too, remember? I was throwing up irises because my boyfriend didn't have any interest in me at first." I shoot him a sympathetic look. I knew how it used to tear him apart. It was especially bad because they were roommates, so he got to see all the men and women his boyfriends brought home. "Well, maybe Hoseok will realize that he wants me and not Tae," I stubbornly say. "Taehyung and Hoseok have been together for two years and not once have they ever thought of breaking up or that it wasn't working. Trust me, they talk to me about it." He says, tears fill my eyes again as air stops coming in, "c-c-can't b-b breathe," I stutter. Jin is quick to get me over the toilet and pat my back as a wave of petals flows out my lips and into the toilet. Tears stream down my face at how painful it is to throw up so many large petals at a time. Once the petals stop, I slump against Jin. "It hurts hyung.. it hurts." He just nods, knowing that I didn't mean the flowers.
Hey it's ash with another bts story ok so it's 11:22 am right now and it's Feb 5, 2018, I just wanna keep track of when I started and ended ok so guys search up the flowers yoongi is throwing up like its no joke it's just a big petal with a steam thing in the middle like imagine that coming out of you sorry for that image hehe bye - ash
future ash correcting mistakes at 9:50 am (Sep 29, 2022) - ash
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Bittersweet
Fanfiction"his love grew and grew until eventually, he started growing flowers" short poem by me
