CHOI BEOMGYU | HANAHAKI DISEASE

"With every petal I cough up, I wonder, was loving you worth dying for? But then I see you, and I knew my heart had no choice." "ISN'T ONE SIDED LOVE SO CRUEL?" Beomgyu had always been known for not really understanding why people were so obsessed with love. He never understood why people always went crazy for love, but that was until he finally met you. He finally understood the feeling. The feeling of the butterflies in your stomach when you meet the person you love, but it came with a price. Coughing up flowers and blood as he realizes you were already in a relationship. HANAHAKI DISEASE: A disease where the victim will cough up flowers and blood as flowers bloom in their lungs. It can only be cured once the person they love loves them back or if they can get a surgery, though it removes all memories from the victims brain. If not treated the victim could end up dying with flowers blooming out of them.

CHOI BEOMGYU | HANAHAKI DISEASE

"With every petal I cough up, I wonder, was loving you worth dying for? But then I see you, and I knew my heart had no choice." "ISN'T ONE SIDED LOVE SO CRUEL?" Beomgyu had always been known for not really understanding why people were so obsessed with love. He never understood why people always went crazy for love, but that was until he finally met you. He finally understood the feeling. The feeling of the butterflies in your stomach when you meet the person you love, but it came with a price. Coughing up flowers and blood as he realizes you were already in a relationship. HANAHAKI DISEASE: A disease where the victim will cough up flowers and blood as flowers bloom in their lungs. It can only be cured once the person they love loves them back or if they can get a surgery, though it removes all memories from the victims brain. If not treated the victim could end up dying with flowers blooming out of them.

A single petal.

Delicate. Fragile. A thing of beauty, yet a cruel reminder of something unattainable. Love had always been a distant concept to Beomgyu, something others chased after, something he laughed at, something he swore he would never fall into. He never understood why people were so obsessed with it. Why they would let it consume them, change them, break them.

Yet here he was, standing in front of his bathroom mirror, staring down at the crimson-stained petal resting in his trembling palm.

Hanahaki disease.

He let out a bitter chuckle, the sound laced with disbelief. Him? In love? It was ridiculous. Impossible. And yet, the blood on his lips said otherwise.

He had always been good at ignoring his feelings, brushing them off as nothing more than fleeting thoughts. But then, there was you. The one person who had unknowingly shattered his carefully built walls.

The one person who made him question everything he thought he knew about love. It started small, a lingering glance, an unspoken thought, a warmth in his chest that he refused to acknowledge. He told himself it was nothing. Just admiration. Just curiosity.

But love wasn't something that could be ignored forever.