Stray Kids Imagines (ON HOLD)

parti pris ; han jisung

third person

genre: angst, hanahaki au, ft. Lee Minho

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"(Y/N)! It's nice to see you again!" Minho smiled as he waved at the girl. She was about to greet him back, but a certain female was holding his hand that was around her shoulders, making her heart feel miserable for the nth time.

"Hi," she croaked, her throat sore from vomiting numerous pink hawthorn petals in a pool of blood or yellowish bile.

"Anyway," says Minho. "Paula and I are going to host a party this weekend to celebrate the basketball team's victory yesterday. Wanna come? It'll be fun." he wiggled his eyebrows up and down and turned to look at his girlfriend, "If you know how to read between the lines and get what I mean."

"Min!" Paula smacked his arm, "you're disgusting."

(Y/N) smiled through the pain she was already feeling, just by seeing two of her best friends act all lovey-dovey in front of her. Suddenly, she felt that familiar feeling settling in her stomach and making its way up to her throat, and she quickly excused herself from the two.

She ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut, crouching down in front of the toilet bowl and throwing up all the petals she had acquired.

Apparently, this syndrome was known throughout the world. It was called hanahaki disease and is only experienced when a person encounters a one-sided love. The victim is the one who loves, while the person he or she loves lives normally. That is, if he or she is not experiencing the same thing the victim is going through. The disease will only be cured either through surgery, but along with the operation comes the loss of emotions; or being loved back by the person the victim cherishes.

After upchucking everything, (Y/N) sat on her knees, still in front of the toilet. She reached up to flush her mess, and the door opened to reveal Jisung, his face devoid of any jubilant emotion as he hands her a towel and a water bottle.

"Thanks," (Y/N) stated gratefully as she used the towel to wipe her mouth, cheeks and chin before chugging down the water he gave her.

"It happened again, right?" Jisung whispered.

The girl looked down at her hands, not wanting to remember the scene where her two best friends are being oh so happy together, as it will only stimulate the flowers inside her.

"(Y/N)...can't you forget Minho?" he said softly, sitting down on the tiled floor beside her.

"I can't," she shook her head.

"Why?"

"Because he made me feel emotions that I never knew I was capable of experiencing. I was told countless times that love is beautiful, but along with that beauty and joy comes sadness, pain and sacrifice," she said.

"What if..."

(Y/N) looked up at him, and saw that he had a hopeful glint shining in his eyes, but a spark of melancholy crossed his dark, squirrel-like orbs.

"...you forget Minho and be with me instead?"

She was shocked at his proposal. She always knew that she was the one causing him sadness and making him suffer by loving another man, but her heart yearns for Minho and no one else. So, with trembling hands, she reached out and held both his hands.

"I'm sorry Jisung. I can't," she says. "You know I can't love you."

"You can't?" he presses, "Or you won't?"

(Y/N) sighed, "Both."

"Why?" he was desperate, "I can love you more than you do Minho. I can take care of you, and if you forget about him and love me instead we will both be able to get rid of this stupid flower disease without needing a shit ton of money for surgery."

"I'm not that low of a woman, Jisung. You should know that."

Just then, a bitter feeling collected in the male's throat, making him feel nauseous. He could feel himself about to throw up, but he held it all in.

"But...if you learn to let go of him your flowers will disappear. And if you get together with me your feelings will still be kept—"

"No, Jisung. I can't love you, I won't love you the way you want me to. My feelings for Minho wouldn't just fade away, and you can't make it go away by forcing yourself onto me." she took her hands back, stood up and walked past him.

But before she could fully exit the comfort room, she turned her head to look one last time at him.

"I'm sorry I couldn't love you the way you do me."

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