"Sit down and tell me what's wrong." Yoongi said as soon as they arrived in his studio.
"W-well.." Jimin stuttered.
He pushed his hand inside his pocket and took something out. He held it tightly, knuckles turning white.
"Hyung, don't freak out." Jimin said taking a deep breath and exhaling.
"W-why would I freak out? Is it bad?" Yoongi was getting nervous now, what if its bad? He thought.
"I.." Jimin slowly opened his palm, revealing two white rose petal, both had faded red at the edge.
"What's this supposed to be?" The latter questioned, all his nervousness suddenly leaving his system.
"They're--they're petals." He gulped, hand trembling as he held those petals in his hand.
His hand closing back to a fist as his throat began to tighten again, violent coughs invading the silence. Yoongi patted his back as he coughed.
Jimin looked at him and took the wet petal out of his mouth and placing it in his hand.
"Shit." He cursed. "You're coughing fucking petals?!" He continued.
"I am. Don't go apeshit on me it's not my fault." Jimin sighed, taking a tissue from his table and placing the petals there.
"Yes I can go apeshit on you and its practically your fault for loving a hard headed coconut who's in love with someone else!" He fumed
"Y-you know what it is?" Jimin muttered, looking up at him with wide teary eyes.
"I do. It's hanahaki. Hanahaki Disease. You could die Jiminie."
That's right. Hanahaki Disease. I read that somewhere. He thought.
His eyebrows were furrowed upward like before, his eyes opened wide and his lips slightly parted as tears started spilling from his eyes, again like before.
"I could die." He repeated.
"I could die, I could die, I could die--" he repeated in sobs.
"There are ways. You can live, still." Yoongi interrupted.
"I can--I can still live?" He looked up hopeful
"You can." He paused " It's either you get it removed surgically, or dumb kook returns his feelings for you." He continues.
"Are there side effects to the surgery?" He asks voice shaking.
"There is. You'll lose your romantic feelings for him and maybe your memory of him too." He said it like it was the fucking simplest thing to do.
"It's harder than it looks," he cries into his hands.
"I know, kid. But it's at least better than dying." He sighed, pacing around.
"Stop that. It's making me even more scared than I already am."
"Sorry. Go get some rest. Eat something at least."
"Yeah okay." He said before he left.
