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Best Friends Forever or Nah? (Hanahaki!Yeri)

Anon: May I request an angst scenario with YerixFem!reader? It is a Hanahaki AU, which is essentially a one sided love story. Where you and Yeri have been friends your entire life, but as you guys get older you start to get feelings for her.

Note: It’s my first time hearing the Hanahaki so I did my research to make sure that I write this as close as I can according to what anon has in mind. Hanahaki “fictional disease where the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim’s romantic feelings for their love also disappear.”

Warning: 18+ Course Language.

Word Count: 3, 869

The way her hair flows as she dances on stage is breathtaking. Her body naturally moved along with the music as the crowd went crazy for them. The loud bass coming from the speaker is deafening but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to support my best friend on the side stage. Seeing how passionate she looks made me admire her even more and I went wild along with the crowd.

Dancing has always been Yeri’s passion ever since we were young. By young I mean ever since she was in her mother’s womb. Our mothers are best friends and they’ve known each other ever since they were in high school. Funny thing is Yeri and I are also best friends and have been with each other as long as we can remember. We go way back for sure. Yeri and I are the same age, born in the same hospital and were only a few hours apart. Talk about fate, huh? Yeri’s mom would always talk about how Yeri would kick inside her tummy every time music was playing in the background. I, on the other hand, did the total opposite. My mom would have to poke her tummy once in a while just to see if I was still doing okay.

“How did I do?” Yeri asked as she stepped off stage. She had a huge smile on her face before giving me a big hug. The sweat on her neck transferred over to my neck and the simple contact gave me shivers down to my spine.

“You killed it out there!” a male voice exclaimed as he cut me off and shoved me to the side to wrap his arms around Yeri. She let out a flirtatious giggle and thanked him. I stood still on the side bewildered at how rude this guy was. I can’t believe Yeri doesn’t see how greasy and how much off an asshole he is. I don’t know how many nights I’ve spent with Yeri crying on my shoulder all because of him. He goes around like he’s some bigshot but in reality he’s nothing but a piece of shit who knows nothing but to hurt Yeri. My best friend on the other hand is not any better; she’s so dumb for sticking around a guy like him. Wait.. so what does that make me? I guess I’m just as stupid as her; stupid in love for thinking that we could be more than best friends.

I followed them all to the waiting room as the group prepared to change into their casual clothes. The room was so busy filled with staff in charge of their clothes and makeup and it doesn’t help that this guy’s making the room a lot smaller than it already is by staying in here. He continues to be a prick as he attempts to kiss Yeri on the neck in front of all these people. I could tell that Yeri looked uncomfortable but she didn’t say anything because she doesn’t want to upset him. His actions made me so sick to my stomach that I had no choice but to confront him.

I stood in front of the couple cuddled on the couch “Will you stop that?! She clearly looks uncomfortable and you should be ashamed for doing this in front of everyone”

“What’s it to you anyway?” he chuckled “Right. I almost forgot that you have this little crush on Yeri and you’re just jealous that I’ve gotten as far as a homerun with her. While you on the other hand will never get as close to a first base with Yeri” he states while he still had his arms around her. I looked around the room and noticed that everyone’s eyeballs were now fixated on me waiting for a response. I could feel the cheek of my face burn up in humiliation. It made me even more uneasy as I looked back at Yeri who was also glaring at me with dissatisfaction. The embarrassment caused me to choke up in my own tears. I didn’t want to show any signs of weakness. Not in front of all these people. Not in front of that asshole and especially Yeri. But before I knew it I was painfully coughing. I coughed so hard that I had to hold my hand in front of my mouth. I noticed that my hand felt damp so I opened up my palms and spotted blood on it. I was about to wipe the residue on my shirt however I noticed a flower petal. I picked it out to observe it. I could tell it was purple in colour despite my blood already stained on it.

Yeri shot up from the couch “Y/N?! Are you okay?” She called her manager and requested him to drive us to the hospital. However, her boyfriend pulled her back down to the couch and demanded her to not touch me. Yeri fought back as she shoved his hands away from her and stood up once more. She put her hands on my shoulder to assist me out of the change room.

“Don’t you dare leave the room with her! The moment you step foot outside that door we’re done. Don’t expect to hear back from me anymore”. That asshole’s threat caused Yeri to stop in her tracks.

“It’s your pick. Are you going to choose me, your boyfriend, or are you going to choose her, your incompetent friend?” he provoked Yeri further thinking that it would make her abandon me and come back in his arms. However, she did the total opposite. We walked out of there and into the car. She didn’t even look back. Not even once. She chose me. She fucking chose me everyone. I felt like I was on top of the world. I couldn’t contain the smile on my face which urged me to declare my gratitude towards her. However, my happiness turned sour as soon as I noticed that she had tears running down her face while she looked out the window. We were definitely not on the same page. How could I be so selfish? I should accept the fact that she’s not in love with me and never will be. Fuck. She probably regrets her decision. The ride to the hospital was so quiet that her manager had to turn the music on to avoid the eerie dead silence in the vehicle. It continued on even when we got to the hospital.

I had to get an MRI done so the doctors could see inside me and determine the problem. Her manager had to assist me with the entire test because she was so out of it. After getting the entire test done needed, the nurse rolled me in a wheelchair and into an assigned private room.

“The doctor will be with you shortly to let you know what the findings are” the nurse told me as she stepped out of the room.

“Y/N is it okay if I call Yeri in or do you want some privacy?” Yeri’s manager stated as he assisted me onto the bed. I gave him a nod to tell him that it’s okay for Yeri to come in. It wasn’t long after until she found her way into the room. She stood by my bedside and held my hand.

“How are you feeling?” she asked in a concerned tone.

“I don’t know. I’ve yet to find out what’s going on with me. I mean.. I guess I’m scared. What about you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. How are you feeling after you walked out on your boyfriend to help me; according to him your ‘incompetent friend’. You looked pretty distraught on the way to the hospital. Be honest with me do you regret coming here with me? Do you really not have an ounce of love for me?”

“Y/N stop. You’ve been my best friend ever since. But…” she said as she let go of my hand and took a step back. I felt myself choke up again in tears.

“Enough” I said to cut her off. I asked her to be honest but here I am asking her to shut up.

“Why do I do this to myself? I should’ve known better. I should’ve known that your whole world fell apart the moment he broke up with you back there. But I made myself believe that maybe.. just maybe you did it because you love me back. I realized I was wrong when we were in the car. For all I know I may be dying but you… you looked dead on the outside. Call me delusional but I’m past that now. Please leave. I need some time for myself” I closed my eyes to prevent myself from seeing Yeri’s face because I know that I’ll burst out crying. I don’t want to show her I’m weak.

“Y/N please just listen to me. You’ve got it all wrong” I could tell that Yeri was really upset.

“I said Leave!”

I heard the door open.

“Ms. L/N” I opened my eyes in confusion. I thought Yeri left but it was my doctor and the nurse from earlier.

“Please step out for a bit until we’re done our discussion. She’s going to need her privacy”

“No. I’m not going anywhere. Whatever you need to say to her you can say to me. I’m her girlfriend” Yeri refused sternly as she lied. She’s really stubborn. That was one thing I didn’t like about her but have grown to love overtime.

“Stop lying just leave! Get her out of here!” the nurse had to forcefully get Yeri out of the room as she was not going to leave without a fight. It wasn’t long after when I was alone with the doctor.

“Ms. L/N, you have a condition called Hanahaki Disease. It has greatly affected your lungs as it’s currently filled with flowers. It’s gotten to the point that the roots are growing rapidly and will eventually take over your respiratory system. This disease is caused by years of suffering from a one-sided love. There are only two known cures for it. One is to surgically remove the flowers and successfully extract the roots. Second cure is to persuade the other party involved that the love is mutual. If unsuccessful with the persuasion to return the love, you will die”

I didn’t realized that I spaced out until the doctor spoke again “I’m sorry I know you’re in a state of shock but you need to make a decision”

“Surgery. I’ll do the surgery”

“I also need to mention that after the surgery you will be unable to love the person you once loved and sometimes any memory of them will also vanish. Psychological help will be available after the surgery if needed” the doctor finished explaining to me and rolled my bed out the room. Yeri was still outside the room with the nurse guarding her. She started making a scene again as soon as she saw us leave the room.

“Where are you taking her? What’s going on?” Yeri wanted to follow the doctor and I however the security arrived and escorted her out of the hospital to prevent her from causing anymore problems.

It’s been a couple of weeks since my surgery and I’ve been recovering well enough for the doctor to send me home. I didn’t allow any visitors; not even my own mother. People have been blowing up my phone but I never replied to any of them. I finished signing the release forms and called a cab to take me home. I opened the door to my apartment and felt exhausted. I didn’t realize my roommate’s home. She looked over to see who it was, she stood up from the couch, called my name out and ran up to me for a hug. I winced in pain as the stitches on the incision wound stung a lot.

“I’ve been so worried about you. Actually we’ve been so worried about you. By we I mean your mother and I. She came by a couple of times crying because she was prohibited from seeing her own daughter. My gosh Y/N, how could you do that to your own mother? I expect you to call her now and have her visit you or else I will” my roommate said as she hit my arm and I growl in pain again.

“You deserve that. By the way, Yeri’s been calling and texting me nonstop as well” my roommate said as she escorted me into my room.

“I’m sorry. Who?”

“Yeri?”

“Who?” I repeated.

“Okay I know you’re upset but stop being petty and call her to let her know you’re okay. I heard about what happened and she was genuinely worried about you”

“I’m not being petty. I really don’t know who she is”

“Stop fucking around dude. This girl!” my roommate was so frustrated that she had to pull out her phone and show me a picture of this girl named Yeri.

“I’m telling you she doesn’t look familiar at all. And I’m not being petty or fucking around with you” I said as I looked into her eyes to assure her that I was telling the truth. It confused her even more because she could tell how certain I was.

“You know what you’re just tired and all drugged up. You should sleep and by the time you’re awake you’ll be back to normal” I was drained from the ride home. I took my roommate’s advice and tucked myself in. But oh how I missed my room so much. The comfortable sheets my mother made for me is so warm. Damn I miss her; maybe I should call her later. I got lost in my thought and dozed off. Next thing I know someone was brushing their hand against my head. I opened my eyes and saw a stranger in my room. My first instinct was to get out of bed and I stood in corner as I held my baseball bat.

“Don’t you dare come close to me. You need to leave now or I’ll hit you with a bat and call the police on you!” I threatened as I swung my bat left and right. My roommate heard the commotion and barged into the room only to see me in a hysterical state and noticed the terrified look on the stranger.

“What the fuck are you doing?” my roommate said as she went up to me and took the baseball bat from my hand.

“I told you she’s been acting weird ever since she got back. Earlier she was acting like she doesn’t know you and now she’s swinging a bat left and right. The fuck”

“Y/N please calm down. Its me Kim Yerim. We’ve been best friends ever since we were an infant. I know what happened a couple weeks ago left you a traumatized and there were things I’ve wanted to clarify to you. So please sit and listen to me” she said as she patted on the bed. I don’t know what it was but I found myself beside her.

“Yeri, scream if she does anything to hurt you and I’ll be here in a heartbeat” my roommate warned as she stepped out.

Yeri started out with introducing herself by telling me stories of when we were little and explained the history between her family and I. She did it in a manner where I’d understand it the best. She wasn’t too slow about it or too fast. She left out any boring and unnecessary information. She’s really convincing but I still can’t get myself to remember her at all. She finished explaining to me and I just stared into her eyes to see if there was any hint of deceit.

“It’s okay if you still don’t believe me. That was a lot of information to process. But I won’t give up on you. There is one more thing I need to get out of my chest” she took my hand and looked me in the eye.

“I love you Y/N. I know it didn’t feel like it but that’s because I was in denial. I realized it when I was in the car with you. You thought I was devastated from the breakup but the truth is I hated myself for not acting upon my feelings for years. I was glad I walked out on doucheface that day and finally got rid of him out of my life. I want us to start fresh. How about we take it slow?”

“I don’t think so” I told her as I pulled my hand back.

“You’re a stranger to me. You could tell me our history together and how much you love me but you’re still nothing but a stranger. Its great you’re in love with me but I don’t feel the same way”. It was all too much for me to handle that I needed to get out from my own apartment. I walked and walked until I was right in front of a local bar a couple blocks away.

I went in with no hesitation and sat myself at the bar. I ordered a few drinks to numb whatever it was I felt. I looked around and memories flashed back. I walked over to the pool table placed not too far from where I was and ran my hands on the edges. A memory of when I was learning how to play pool replayed in my head. I remember it so well. But why can’t I remember the one girl who supposedly was a big part of my life. The girl I was in love in with. I tried and I tried. I tried even harder to remember. But I came up with nothing. Not one fragment of memory of her came to mind. It was killing me so much. I noticed the hospital tag still around my wrist. I removed it right away and put it in my pocket. That’s when a folded paper fell out. I unfolded it and saw that it was a copy of the hospital release form. I read it and pulled my phone out. I sat down again and drank so much that I passed out. The bartender didn’t wake me up until around 3am when they needed to close up. I had no choice but to leave and go back to my apartment. I had such a massive headache on top of the pain from the incision. I tried to ignore it but anger took over when I saw Yeri fast asleep on my bed.

“What the hell are you still doing here?” I said as I gripped on her arms to wake her up.

“I was worried about you and I’m not going anywhere. I said I won’t give up on you and I mean it. I actually made you a compilation video to help you remember everything” she said as she stood up and freed herself from my grip. She looked me in the eye and pulled me to the living room where a video was waiting to be played.

“This won’t help. Trust me I tried really hard earlier but I got nothing” we sat ourselves on the couch and she hushed me to pay attention to the television. It started out with an old photo of two pregnant women by a picnic table holding onto their baby bump. One of them I recognized as my mom and the second lady must be Yeri’s mom. It moved on to showing series of photos and videos of two babies. Then our graduation photos; from grade school to middle school and finally high school grad photos. Followed by a bunch of photos that look like they were taken recently judging by her hair colour and judging by our aged faces. It ended with a video of Yeri she took while she was making the video.

“Hi Y/N. It’s your friend Kim Yerim. I know you don’t remember me at all which is why I made this video to hopefully help you. You can yell at me and hurt me all you want because to you I’m stranger but I’m not going to give up. To me you are the love of my life and the best thing that ever happened to me. I’ve made a lot mistakes and I want to fix this one. I don’t want to lose you. I love you. Like a lot. So please don’t kick me out of your life. Let me help you. Let me stay by your side. Best Friends Forever right? Wait.. What am I saying? I’m trying to get out of the friend zone. Let me rephrase that. Best Girlfriends Forever right?” towards the end of the video Yeri flashed the sweetest smile, before it flashed a black screen, which showed how much of a great time she had making the video.

I feel bad. I felt nothing. I was supposed to feel some type of affection towards her because of all the years I’ve spent with her.

“Yeri that was a great video” I commented and a saw twinkle in her eyes that showed how excited she was.

“But it doesn’t matter what you do to help me remember because it’s not going to work. I might’ve loved you but I just simply don’t feel the same way anymore” tears fell down Yeri’s face .

“Please don’t cry. Stop. It’s not you. It’s me. I believe you when you say that I was in love with you and how close we were. You’ve clearly proven that through the video you” I tried to comfort her. I might not be in love with her anymore but I wasn’t heartless. I pulled out the letter from the hospital and showed her.

“It says on here I was treated from the Hanahaki disease. I did some research on it while I was at the bar and it said that after the surgery I’ll be unable to love the person I once loved and sometimes any memory of them will disappear. It explains everything so far. I’m really sorry. It doesn’t change the fact that I once loved you. I hope that it’s enough for you”. I felt really sorry but I needed to say it to prevent her from wasting any more energy on me. She stood up from the couch still unable to stop herself from crying and started running towards the exit door. I tried to go after her to prevent her from leaving in the current emotional state she was in but she was too quick. By the time I got to the door she was gone. I’m such a horrible person. What did I do? I lowered my head in disappointment and noticed a fragment on the floor. I picked it up and upon observance knew it was a piece of flower. It can’t be. I refuse to believe this was from her. I knew the answer. This Hanahaki disease is no joke.

#Red Velvet #Yeri #Kim Yerim #girl group scenarios #girl group reactions

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