solby oneshots;

1: Bloom.

[ Implied Suicide // There isn't much solby in this, but it's heavily implied here and there. There'll be better ones in the future :) ]

I'll always have a glimpse of you
like the clouds, anywhere
I would see you

I'll always have a glimpse of you
just a glimpse of you;

Flowers were such an interesting thing. How soft the petals were, the stems that carry thorns. Pain was a very interesting thing as well. The way thorns poke at his throat as he speaks, the way petals rest gently on his tongue day after day.

Sam didn't want his feelings for Colby to go away, yet he could only suffer in silence with thorns in his throat.

"Sam, are you alright?" Corey furrowed his eyebrows, placing a hand on Sam's shoulder.

"Yeah," He rubbed his eye before shaking his head."Just tired."

"No, no, you can't be "just tired." You've been tired for four days, Sam!"

"Listen, Corey, I'm fine. I'd tell you if something bad happened."

Corey sighed, "You aren't okay, but I'm not going to follow you like a lost puppy just to figure it out. Take care." He frowned, patting Sam's shoulder before leaving his apartment.

Sam sighed.

Why'd it have to be roses?

Days and days Sam would wake up, puking up those yellow rose petals. It was getting worse and the petals only got covered with more blood each time. He couldn't not tell anyone. With YouTube on everyone's shoulders, Sam didn't want anyone worrying.

So for the past week, he acted as normal as he usually would. Any coughing or throat aches he would excuse as dust or hair in his mouth.

For months everything kept getting worse and worse. He had to tell someone, anyone.

Sam decided on calling Jake of all people.

"Jake," Sam leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms. "Sit."

"What's wrong?" He chuckled, sitting beside Sam. "Is it about the hotels or...?"

"No. No, um, It's...It's a bit personal."

Jake was silent.

"I...I've been throwing up roses. Yellow ones." Sam messed with his jacket sleeve. "Hanahaki."

"Hana...what? How'd you even get it? Is this a joke?"

"It's not, I swear. Hanahaki is a disease. It forms from..."

Jake sighed. "What? What does it come from?"

"Unrequited love," The blonde scratched the side of his neck. "You can't tell anyone."

"Are you serious? This is deadly, right? This could kill you!" He furrowed his eyebrows. "Is there a way to get rid of it? I assume it comes from your lungs, stomach whatever."

"I have to remove the flowers, petals, but it removes the feelings."

"Okay! That's final, let's get rid of the flowers, Sam."

"No!"

Jake flinched, swallowing nervously.

"No. Sorry."

"Who is it?"

"It's no one you kn--"

"It's Colby, isn't it?"

"Jake, you can't tell him anyth--"

Jake scoffed. "You have to tell him!"

"If I die, he'll feel like he did it."

"Because he would, Sam! That'd be killing you." Jake stood up from the couch, grabbing his phone from his jackets pocket. "You have to tell him."

"I decide when I want to do that. You listen, alright? Just listen to me."

He threw the phone on the other end of the couch, taking his seat.

"Tell me everything."

The two sat there until three in the morning, talking about this disease. No one else seem to have it. Sam was the only one. There were no cases via the internet, there was nothing in hospitals. The fact this was all a fictional disease created years ago confused Sam. He had to be hallucinating.

"That makes no sense." Jake shut the laptop. "That makes no fucking sense!"

"Stop."

"It's not even real," He shuts his eyes. "The disease isn't real."

"Jake."

"How are you not freaking out over this?! If it's not real, you're going insane."

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. "I - I'll be right back, alright?" He stood up from the couch, sighing heavily before leaving the warm apartment.

It was freezing just outside the apartment building. Sam felt the petals build up in his throat, yet they were stuck. They grew and grew, but nothing came out.

Hours passed and Jake told Sam he left to get some rest since it was almost five in the morning. Sam needed to record something.

He hit record with his shaking hands.

"Hey. It's...Sam, obviously. You didn't need to know that." He chuckled. "I...I've lost it. I did my research. Hanahaki isn't even...real. It's some dumb fake disease created by the internet. I've been throwing up yellow roses for a month now and I don't feel the same anymore. A - anyway, that's not why I'm recording this. I'm recording this to say sorry. I should have said something before. I didn't think about it at all."

"I know what I know now."

"And I'm sorry. Again."

"I, uh...I love you. I mean, you don't know, but a few people do."

"Maybe I should just man up, right?" He chuckled.

"I love you, Colby."

Sam sighed, crossing his arms.

"Maybe that was a bad idea." He frowned. "I'm sorry. It's weird now. I don't know what to say. I mean, it won't matter, but...yeah."

Sam was silent for a few minutes.

"I do love you and...I'm sorry. Again and again, I will never not apologize - for everything I've done. I just...I'm sorry you didn't feel this way, I'm sorry I feel this way. You deserved someone better. I hope in the next life I'll solve this better."

"For now, I care about you and I love you. It's fine, right? I'm not in pain anymore. I'm just...I'm not hurting. These flowers are pricking at my throat and lungs anymore. It'll feel better than what I've ever felt for months. I could have gotten these removed, but...y'know, they might not even be real. I might just be losing my mind."

"I guess...this is Sam, signing off for good."

Sam gave his bright smile at the camera before shutting it off.