#EXO Hanahaki Disease au

[kpopimagi]

A Flower Under The Rain [Part 1]

Characters: Baekhyun, Kyungsoo and Kang Gyuri (OC) Genre: Angst, Romance Au: Hanahaki!Au  Type: Series  Word count: 5,395

It all began with a cough and then, a subtle sting in her chest. Kang Gyuri cried, knowing that in a matter of months, she would be another figure in the death toll of the most dangerous and cruelest outbreak in human history.

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People talking, kids crying, people coughing and mothers begging, as distress and hopelessness filled up every heart, and there was nowhere else to go.

She looked around, feeling out of place. Her mother was by her side, stiff as a statue and eyeing everyone around her as if the smallest movement might attract the attention of a dangerous predator. Unknowingly, she caught herself mirroring her mother's actions when a soft vibration startled her. She was soon comforted that it was only her phone buzzing in her pocket and nothing more. Bringing it out, she read the new text, and the usual cheerfulness of her best friend, Baekhyun, welcomed her.

Get completely checked up and punch that nasty cough right in the face!

She didn't have a chance to write a response when another text came in.

Don't you dare stand me up today. We have a lot to catch up!

And I have a surprise for you ;)

That managed to bring a smile out of her because there was no need to catch up as he claimed. As hectic as their normal life was, Baekhyun forced her to meet at least once a week. He would pester her for days if they didn't.

She texted back, assuring him that she would be there as soon as she was done with her appointment. The thought brought her back to the real world, where everyone was patiently, or not so patiently, waiting for their turn to see a doctor.

Making the mistake of looking around the waiting area, the uneasiness took over her again and reminded her of all of the excuses she had to skip a doctor’s appointment. First of all, the unnerving crowd alone was scary enough to stay away from a hospital but this time, as much as she tried, there was no other choice.

The other reason was more complicated and delicate than just being uncomfortable in crowds because going to a hospital meant speaking with strangers and she avoided approaching people she didn’t know. She even struggled to talk to her family doctor that pretty much watched her grow. Maybe he wasn't even the right person to take her case but he knew her and she knew him. If someone knew about her particular discomfort and understood how to handle it, it was him.

However, her fear and condition couldn't outweigh the seriousness of her current state and the main reason why she was in the hospital in the first place. She'd been having an ongoing cough for several months and after using almost every remedy available, her parents finally managed to convince her to get a specialized check-up. The doctor ordered blood samples and a few days later, there she was, seated in the waiting room of the general hospital.

In an ideal scenario, she would’ve been doing this by herself as the responsible and capable adult she was but her anxiousness didn’t allow it. Her mother was there and even if she didn't need to guide their way throughout the sterile and monotone hallways of the hospital for something as simple as a doctor’s appointment, it was incredibly comforting to have her around.

“Kang Gyuri.” A nurse called out loud and her mother stood up like a sprint.

“That’s us.” She mumbled with sudden haste that couldn’t be anything else but desire to leave the place as soon as possible.

Gyuri followed her mother silently and the nurse proceeded to make the general checkup. She didn’t mind that part of the appointment. No speaking was required for that and she followed the nurse’s instructions carefully until she was seated at the doctor’s desk in a heavy silence and with her mother just as silent by her side.

The old man came in not long after and he greeted them with the same familiarity as he always did but Gyuri noticed the hesitation. She caught the few seconds of vacillation and effort it took him to raise his eyes and look at her. Quite discreetly, he managed to avert looking straight into her. 

“So Gyuri, now tell me how have you been feeling since your visit last week?” He asked, grabbing the expensive black and gold stricken pen her parents gave him as a present not that long ago and ready to write down whatever she was about to say. “Did the antibiotics and painkillers work?”

“I don’t know.” 

“How come?”

And that was what she hated the most out of the doctor’s appointment, the explaining. Gyuri found it almost painful to put her discomfort into words, to say them out loud and on top of that, to make absolute sense of the mess within her. She wasn’t even entirely sure if anyone was capable of covering all the complexities of what was happening inside her body. 

She started with the fact that she had been feeling almost the same except for the sharp chest pains weren't as bad as before and noticed as she said that, that Dr. Kim held the pen softly between the fingers of both of his hands and wondered why he wasn't scribbling down. That was odd. That wasn’t part of the process of a medical appointment.

Gyuri continued nonetheless by explaining the difficulty she had to breathe every once in a while and when she mentioned that a new symptom had shown up, it was when she couldn’t ignore the doctor’s expression. He looked conflicted and somehow, distressed.

“What’s the new symptom?” He asked although he looked like he didn’t want to know.

“It feels like my senses are sharper, somehow.” She wondered out loud and not entirely sure if she was making any sense, “now I have a sweet tooth for food.”

With a nod, the doctor finally wrote something down but it was short. For a second, Gyuri thought she saw the word unsuccessful written down in her chart but the doctor brought another sheet out, this one with what she guessed was her blood results.

“I don't know how to say this,” he started, placing the pen reluctantly over his desk as if he was letting go some sort of lifeline. “We found some anomalies in your blood levels, Gyuri.”

“What kind of anomalies?” Her mother asked in a surprisingly steady tone.

“There are traces of chlorophyll in your bloodstream when you shouldn't have any and I'm so sorry to be the one to say this so bluntly...” The old man managed to say before his voice broke, “but you have the Hanahaki disease.”

The small consultation room was suddenly quiet just like everything else inside Gyuri. Her mind was completely blank in a split second when her mother’s seemed to be overrun by a sudden sense of guilt.

“This is my fault.” She said with a shaky voice.

“Don’t say that.” Dr. Kim added.

“This is all my fault.” Her mother said, now sobbing.

“That’s not how it works.” Dr. Kim affirmed and then looked at Gyuri.

“But no petals…” She muttered, her brain trying to come to life and make some sense of what was happening.

“The flower petals are only in the last stages of the disease.” The doctor explained. “You haven't shown any signs that the roots are that deep into your system yet.”

“What are my options?”

“Not many, you know that.” The doctor said with some difficulty, “As a doctor, I’d suggest getting you admitted, run some more tests and make you feel as comfortable as possible whereas as a family friend, I’d say, go home and live to the utmost while you can.”

“How long?” Gyuri asked, knowing she didn’t have to elaborate for the doctor to understand what she meant.

“If nothing abrupt happens, my guess is,” he paused, his brows furrowing, “6 months, at most.”

Gyuri nodded, aware of everything and nothing at the same time. Just as the doctor said, she knew her life was done for and suddenly flooded by a horrible feeling of devastation, the rest of the appointment went by as a blur.

She managed to get herself together when she was walking through the hospital’s parking lot. So far, she was moving by sheer instinct and being her mother’s quiet sobbing by her side, the only thing ringing loudly on her head.

“Mom, I'll be fine,” she said with a firm tone that took her by surprise.

Even though Gyuri didn't quite believe it herself, she had to make her mother stop crying for a moment and get her thoughts in order but her efforts of assurance only made her wail harder.

“Who is he?” She demanded, holding her by the shoulders. “Tell me who it is!”

Suddenly, Gyuri felt her body again. She felt the soft and ever-present buzzing in the center of her chest and the pain of her mother’s fingertips dipping into her flesh in absolute distress to find the truth and a culprit. Seeing her mother that desperate was unnerving.

“Who's the bastard that's breaking your heart!?” Her mother begged.

Gyuri smiled. 

Mother Nature seemed to have some wicked sense of humor. As twisted and creepy as it was to smile at that moment and to her mother’s absolute distress, she shook her up more but Gyuri couldn’t feel anything else but a sudden wave of relief coming over her. It wasn’t hard to conclude who it was. There wasn't anyone else that she could be that attached to to the point of getting heartbroken. She wanted to laugh at the prospect of her being that blind to not see this outcome. 

“Baekhyun, mom,” she said, almost fondly, “Who else but Baekhyun?”

And his name was a trigger. 

Gyuri winced as soon as she said his name and the relief she felt just an instant before was replaced by a sudden pain that coursed through the deepest parts of her system as if the acknowledgment of the genuine cause of her disease could set off something inside her body.

Her mother paled at the confession and Gyuri saw the anger taking over her expression. Now she knew who was responsible and it didn’t matter how many times she claimed in the past that she loved him like a son, from that moment on, Baekhyun was an enemy she needed to get rid of.

“Don't tell him anything about this,” Gyuri added before her mother could fall into hysterics. “It’s not his fault.”

“Not his fault?” Her mother scoffed, “He took advantage of your friendship...”

“And I want to be alone.” Gyuri interrupted, starting to feel lightheaded. “I’ll see you later.”

Her mother protested. Her body battled back as well, but she forced herself to walk to the bus stop, and with every step, Gyuri did her best to remember every breathing and grounding exercise she could. Eventually, she was almost running because if she didn’t leave that hospital as soon as possible, none of the exercises would help and she would end up collapsing right then and there.

As she waited in the line and memories flowed by her mind, Gyuri placed a hand over her chest expecting to feel her rapidly beating heart but now, she was particularly aware of the faint stinging that went from one side of her chest to the other like an anxious caged animal waiting to be released.

Never in her wildest dreams, she’d find herself brave enough to ride public transportation alone and almost a decade later, there she was, ready to take the bus as if it was nothing and it was all thanks to Baekhyun.

"Ay, you’re not a little girl anymore.” He nagged as they waited. “How have you been commuting to school all this time?"

"My parents drive me there.” She replied softly, looking around suddenly intimidated by what they were about to do.

"What about the dates?” He turned to her, looking genuinely concerned. “Your parents dropping you off makes it a child’s play date..."

“I don’t have them,” Gyuri mumbled back, annoyed at the unnecessary roast, “you know that.”

“You don’t have them because you don’t want to,” Baekhyun said as he pulled his wallet out, “You’re quite pretty.”

Gyuri found herself smiling as she remembered that day. She felt her heart fluttering all over again at the memory of how flustered she was when he said that and while she was getting on the bus, she felt the ghost of his steady hand holding hers as reassurance.

That simple memory was only the first of the many moments she treasured about her friendship with Baekhyun. Gyuri scurried her way into the back of the bus, finding a spot standing near the door. After a while, the bus came to an abrupt halt, making all the standing passengers stumble; one of them, a guy her age, dramatically fell into a girl on the nearest seat. The guy stood up as fast as he could, apologized to the girl, and nothing much happened after that, but her mind brought up a moment from way back then. 

Gyuri had been the girl in the seat many times before. Many times shoved and pushed around and was unable to speak up when she was uncomfortable. She recalled one particular day when the bus was full and getting jostle was unavoidable, even if she was on her seat. Whenever it happened, she would simply focus on the city passing by through the window and ignore the rest of the world around her. That day, however, a familiar voice broke her out of the stupor.

“Yah! You’re hitting her in the face with your backpack!” Baekhyun said out loud, shoving a guy away and taking his place right next to her seat, somehow guarding her.

Gyuri chuckled at the memory. She must have looked like an idiot, looking up at him from her seat, probably admiring him as if he was a knight in shining armor.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Baekhyun mumbled under his breath without even looking at her, clearly upset. 

It was easy for him to say that but she was already riding the bus, confined in a small place with dozens of unknown people and fighting the urge to get out of there at the earliest opportunity. Raising her voice wasn’t necessary when she was already doing something miles away from her comfort zone. She was doing enough.

“People will stop pushing you around the moment you speak up, Gyuri,” Her friend added.

However, Kang Gyuri didn’t fall for his nagging and not even his outgoing and sometimes annoying personality. She fell for his comfort; for the little gestures, the softness in his voice whenever he addressed her, and the tenderness in which he touched her.

“I’m sorry.” He said, softly dropping an arm around her shoulders as they walked through the university entrance. “I said that harshly for no reason.”

Gyuri recalled what those words made her feel. She remembered how thrilling it was to feel his soft squeeze on her shoulder or the bright smile he gave her before dashing away to his friends. She finally acknowledged the unquestionable pang of sadness that was about to burst and barely paying any attention to her surroundings, Gyuri was surprised by her hastiness and found herself getting off the bus, gasping for fresh air. 

As she tried to walk away from the memories, her hand trembled as it went around the rim of her watch, making it difficult for her to follow the pace and control her breathing. She was fully aware that she had to stop walking for the exercise to be effective, but she needed to run away. She couldn’t even keep track of how many times her finger went around the clock and was on the brink of losing it for good that she forced herself to stop to focus all of her attention on her wristwatch. 

It hurt her chest to place her finger on the 12 and slowly go around the rest of the numbers. She was finding it too hard to settle her heavy breathing but the moment Gyuri noticed the familiar building of her favorite bookshop across the street, it was only then that she finally could grasp her bearings and hold her ground against the panic. 

With her eyes glued to the building, she managed to properly finish the first circle of digits after god knows how long and then the second and the third and so on until she calmed down.

She looked around, surprised that she was conveniently just a few blocks away from her meeting point with Baekhyun, and prompted with an impulse she didn't know where it was coming from, Gyuri walked to the bookshop. 

The three-floored bookshop was one of the only public places she visited frequently, and that never failed to make her feel like one with society. She was another common and ordinary person whenever she was in there, but for the first time, not that day and probably, not ever again. 

The moment Gyuri crossed the entrance door and stepped into the maze of bookshelves, she felt lonelier and more alienated than ever before. Suddenly, that place not only brought a wave of countless memories she shared with Baekhyun. It also shoved into her face, like a sarcastic joke, the crude reality of her fate.

It had been over eight years since the breakout. Eight years since the first person dropped dead in a pile of flower petals in the middle of the street, somewhere in Europe, and the first victim biography was still a bestseller. Eight years into it, and the sickness was still somehow a trending topic.

The news about the strange and tragic event spread out like fire around the globe, plaguing every television and every social media feed, and just a couple of days later, similar cases happened in other parts of the world. A couple of months and thousands of deaths later, it was discovered that a disease was the cause of all those casualties. 

A morbid fascination about it reached its peak when unreciprocated love was the only source of infection. If hundreds of thousands died of heartbreak, thousands more did out of the burden of being the cause; and in a matter of weeks, the suicide rates spiked, and soon after, the entire world fell into subdued chaos.

When most people were still debating if it was right to label the phenomenon that affected the entire world as an actual disease, the Japanese, who had the highest death toll, were the first ones that dared the rest of the world to address the problem head-on and gave it a name. That was how the Hanahaki disease was what everyone everywhere in the world ever talked about, and apparently, it had been like that for almost a decade.

Gyuri let out a resigned sigh as she walked away from the Hanahaki section, trying to find some comfort among the pages of a normal book but to no avail, she always found herself back to that section. Her mind reeled with all the information she had been fed up with the disease for years. She didn’t need to read more about it. She had lost count of the pile of books she read and the essays she wrote about it during her student years, and yet, the most haunting fun fact about the subject was that once diagnosed with Hanahaki, you were as good as dead.

The curse was essentially a death sentence, and it was scary to realize that all she could think of, no matter how hard she tried, was that after eight years since the outbreak, it was a disease without a cure, and so far, no one had ever survived. 

Except, for that one American woman. Gyuri grabbed her biography and wondered, just like the rest of the world, how in the world she survived. It was still a mystery, and as some claimed it was all a scam, some others believed she was some sort of prophet. As divided as the public opinion was about her, it gained her fame beyond any measure. The woman that somehow found a way to fight back the disease and win the battle against the impeccable flowers, became a celebrity overnight. Ironically, she was murdered in her penthouse a couple of years later because of a nasty affair.

Maybe that woman's life wasn't the best example of success, let alone the source of hope she needed, so Gyuri placed the book back in its place and found herself lost and clueless. For the first time in her life, she had no idea of what she wanted to read. Overwhelmed by the countless titles, a part of her wanted to buy them all so she could find an answer to her suffering. She sought for a small glint of hope that she might have the guts to fight the disease back, but the longer she kept on looking at the shelves of hundreds of books, all with the promises to save her life, the more miserable she felt.

There was one book, though. A book that didn’t mock her. A title that, for some reason, reflected quite perfectly what was going on inside her. As if pulled by an invisible string, Gyuri reached for the book.

“The Loneliest Flower.”

Just as in that known case, there were also urban legends of survivors but none as popular as the rumors about D.O. Even the gender was a mystery to the world, but the most common belief was that the writer was a male and his novel became a worldwide success in a matter of days. Gyuri remembered reading his book in class, and for some weird reason, she always felt a weird predilection over it. Decided and somehow defeated, she braced the book close to her chest and walked to the checkout.

Opening the door of that place was always a dreadful task. Most of the time, Baekhyun was by her side, and the first one to go in but some days, she had to do it herself. Gyuri breathed in, braced herself, and nudged the door open. Suddenly, as soon as she stepped into Baekhyun’s favorite restaurant, every scary thought seemed abruptly amplified by the thousands.

The sounds of countless chirping voices, loud waves of laughter, clattering cutlery, the smell of meats grilling, and fresh loaves of bread coming out of the ovens blasted against her senses and, invaded every single one of her thoughts.    

Gyuri hated the place. 

Baekhyun was always looking for new and trendy places to eat around the city, and while Gyuri found that particular restaurant too crowded for her liking, it turned out to be his favorite. The only reason she kept going there was their -four dishes and three beverages- long menu. The employees were also kind enough to respect her shyness. They even took the trouble to memorize her order and were always willing to help her speak the least possible.

She couldn't understand why Baekhyun liked it so much. The long shared tables were one of the details she hated more than anything. The layout forced her to ask if any empty chair was taken or sit shoulder to shoulder with a total stranger. Baekhyun seemed to be delighted by the prospect of being surrounded by people and quoting him, getting the chance to meet cute girls.

Checking her watch, Gyuri realized she was late just by a couple of minutes. When she looked around, Baekhyun was nowhere to be found. He was late as well, which only made the place buzz louder with voices and people moving. He not only was the cause of the ever aching scorch deep inside her chest but also left her all by herself in a place full of people.

She couldn't do stuff like that normally. People scared her. People were weird and loud, and she always struggled to cope well with socializing. That was why he was her friend; Baekhyun was her voice. He did all the talking. Not her. Never her; especially in places as busy as this, never her.

Gyuri bobbed her head to the beautiful girl with blonde bangs that always greeted her with a friendly smile and instantly headed towards the back of the place. The tables there were secluded and empty most of the time, and that day was no exception. Except for one guy and a bunch of college guys, giggling at the screen of one of their cellphones; there were enough spaces available for her and Baekhyun to eat comfortably. 

Ignoring the annoying and noisy group, she observed the lonely guy. He was focused on the food on his plate, not paying attention to the fuss on the other side of the table. His fingers gripped tightly at the ciabatta sandwich in his hands as his jaw moved rhythmically in every bite. The chairs around him were empty, and as absorbed as he seemed to be with his sandwich, she wasn't going to sit in front of him under any circumstances. That could only incite him to start a small talk she wasn’t willing to follow.

Not giving too much further thought to him, she made a beeline to the chosen empty chair but halted when the guy looked up and his eyes, his big brown eyes, found hers. Seemingly uninterested, he went back to his sandwich, and Gyuri approached the table only to find the guy, looking at her again; this time, he seemed to be observing her just as thoroughly. 

He bobbed his head at her, followed by a tiny twitch of his lips that Gyuri took as a weak attempt of a smile. He went back to his food without paying more attention to her, which was more than alright with her.

Silently, she sat down and waited for Baekhyun like she had been doing for years now. However, something was different. Now that she knew what that ache was, she could feel it everywhere. It was creeping swiftly in the most hidden parts of her body, taking over everything she was and painfully suffocating her ever so slowly.

She didn't want to believe that Baekhyun could be the cause of her pain. If anything, he would do anything to assure her safety. It had always been like that since they met on their first day in high school. Her heart fluttered, remembering every time he smiled at her, whenever he held her hand steadily and protected her from anything that scared her. 

Without any control, she found herself smiling at the memory of the many songs he sang to her just because he loved to sing. It was precisely the sound of his voice that moved the ground beneath her. His voice was so smooth and sweet that she could almost taste it in the back of her throat. Baekhyun's voice had such a strong timbre, and yet, it was so mellow and sweet; that it shifted her surroundings, distorted every sound, and made her insides churn and twist.

“Eat this.”

Gyuri snapped her eyes open. Taken aback to find herself breathing hard, she realized she was almost wheezing and leaning over the table as she gripped the edges so hard her hands hurt. The noisy group of guys next to her was silent, stealing nervous and pitiful glances at her. She sat up straight, beyond mortified, but the tenderness of the voice that spoke to her first attracted her attention once more.

“Here.” Gyuri heard that voice and looked up to a hand that pushed an opened small tin can closer to her.

The can was filled with squared and colorful candies. Confused, Gyuri looked at the owner of that hand, and she stared back dumbfounded. The man that not long ago was eating a ciabatta sandwich, was now looking at her with his big and dark eyes. At first, his stare seemed to be harsh, but the longer she kept on holding his gaze, the softer and understanding his expression turned, until the back of her eyes stung.

“It’s overwhelmingly sweet, right?” He whispered, and the way his heart-shaped and plump lips moved was pleasant to the eyes. “Right on the back of your tongue that you can actually taste it.”

Gyuri gulped instinctively, and just as he described it, a thick layer of something sweet coated the back of her throat. Unable to hide her shock at his guess, she found herself nodding and blinking rapidly to hold her tears back. It was comforting that the stranger did not seem to care about her falling into hysterics. He calmly nudged the can closer.

“You need sugar.” He added just as softly, “Eat them, and you will feel better.”

Gyuri moved as quickly as possible and took one candy straight into her mouth. She had never liked licorice candies before but now, as she closed her eyes and focused herself on controlling her breathing, she found the taste agreeable, almost soothing even. She could sense his attention on her, and when she dared to look at him, his thick brows were slowly easing up as she calmed down. 

“Better now?”

She nodded. With that, the man gave her a small smile and turned his attention back to his sandwich. She kept staring at him, quizzical and wondering how he knew exactly what she needed. 

“I know the feeling.” He said under his breath but without taking his eyes off the sandwich. “Something is growing inside you, eating you up, and drying every drop of life out of you and infesting everything in its curse.”

The burn behind her eyes intensified, getting almost unbearable when she realized how truly lonely she was. The certainty in his voice and the understanding in his every word made her see it more clearly. No one near her, not her parents or even the doctor, could ever fathom the feeling as he just did. They would never have a clue of how it felt like; yet, a lone stranger described the sensation with a few words.

But it wasn’t just his words that resonated within her. It was something in his voice; something that was just as soothing as the candies she kept rolling around her mouth. This stranger's voice had something different from all the voices around her.

Her parents were her parents; their voices made her feel at home. Their voices meant safety and comfort. Baekhyun’s voice was a whole different thing by itself. His voice was like thunder that resounded over everything disturbing and scary around her but this man's voice was special, and it was weirdly reassuring that she could find it so instantly necessary and precious even if she couldn't tell why.

The man stood up, and Gyuri closed the tin can, pushing it back towards him, grateful for the little piece of lifesaving help. He waved a hand with a timid smile that lighted up his face in a pleasant way, and she wondered just how much more handsome that stranger would look like fully smiling.

“Keep the candies.” He said, “you will need them.”

Gyuri tried to smile, touched by his generosity, and he stared at her longer than necessary before giving her another smile that didn't reach his eyes, and he was gone after that.

Slightly dazed and dumbfounded, Gyuri stayed in her seat, playing with the tin can in her hands, but there were no signs of Baekhyun. Not a single text and not even a call, and the uneasiness started to kick off again as she looked around the restaurant. She was alone in a noisy place, alone with her thoughts. She found herself alone with the ache and the longing, the confusion, fear, and the hopelessness. It almost felt like he purposely left her there to suffer. 

After what felt like an eternity later, and as if her entire body knew of his proximity, she looked at the restaurant's door. At that exact moment, she saw the man that stole her heart coming in, and she wasn't aware until then just how much relief his presence could bring. The sight alone of his beautiful face, of his white smile and sparkling eyes, should have been enough to ease the pain momentarily, but it didn’t. At least not entirely.

Baekhyun was there, but he wasn't alone.

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Little too Late

Characters: Sehun x Gender Neutral Reader Genre: Hanahaki Disease, angst Word Count: 3K Warnings: Mentions of blood ────── 〔✿〕──────

You plop into a bench at your favorite café, exhausted from your days’ work. You loved coming here. The atmosphere was always quiet and peaceful; the only sound the clinking of metal spoons against ceramic cups and the hushed murmurings of the patrons as they placed their orders. The background noise and your favorite latte was what helped you unwind after a long day.

Most people would say a cup of coffee at this time of the night would only assist in keeping them awake, but for you it was different. The warmth and flavors only soothed your soul, making you forget the stresses you’d endured that day. It settled your mind, which helped you sleep better.

“Good evening,” you hear a soft voice you don’t recognize interrupt your thoughts.

Glancing up sharply, you have to remind yourself to respond as the handsomeness of the young man standing at your table momentarily renders you speechless.

“Oh, uhm…Hello,” you finally stammer out.

His gaze was so intense. The dark irises, the color akin to espresso, bore into yours through the fringe of his off center parted bangs. The tiniest of smiles quirked one side of his perfectly shaped lips. Even as you lost yourself in the warmth of his eyes, you felt a vague nudge at the back of your mind signally to you that you had seen them before, once upon a time.

“Misty told me you were a regular and you get special treatment,” he winks at you and you swear you feel your heart stop in your chest.

Blushing, you laugh, waving off his comment, “Oh, no no. She just likes to spoil me because we went to school together.”

“You went to school with Misty?” he asks a bit surprised. “I did, too, but a long time ago.”

This time you look over him, but not with the eyes of someone who was admiring his chiseled beauty. Now you take time to picture him much younger, your brows furrowing as you concentrate.

“What’s your name?” you ask as you tilt your head slightly.

“Oh Sehun,” he replies with a smile. “Yours?”

Even as you reply with your name, your brain unlocks the image of the young boy you’d adored as a preteen. He’d only been two years older than you, but to your twelve year old self he seemed ages older and so cool. You’d lived on the same street and had walked to school together. He was popular and always surrounded by both girls and boys. Even still, he had a gentle and kind heart, making sure to say hi to you, trying to always include you whenever you were around. He treated you like a sibling, though, nothing more than friendship ever having bloomed between you two.

Your heart was broken when he moved almost three years later. His father had accepted a job in his native country of South Korea and just like that he was out of your life. Of course, time has a tendency of dampening the sadness and ache in ones heart until it is not but a distant memory. A mere school crush is how you’d classified it when you would randomly remember that time.

You’re brought forth from your thoughts as he murmurs your name a few times until a spark of recognition alights in his eyes.

“Ah, yes!” his smile brightens as he snaps his fingers. “I remember you, Smidge,” he chuckles merrily.

“Huh?” you stare up at him perplexed.

“Smidge. Remember? I used to call you that because you were so small.”

“Oh, that’s right,” you mumble feeling your cheeks flush a rosy hue as you recall his pet name for you. 

This brought on another chuckle from Sehun.

“My shift is over in a few minutes, do you mind if I sit with you and catch up?” he asks, his eyes filled with the hopes that you’d say yes.

“Sure, why not,” you shrug as casually as you can.

“Great, so you’re usual right?” he quips.

“Right.”

“Ok, I’ll be back in a bit.”

You give him a nod and watch him walk back behind the counter. He catches you studying him as he makes your coffee, pausing to smile widely and wiggle his fingers at you. The tint on your cheeks brightens as you awkwardly smile back and then force your gaze towards the window next to you instead.

Wah, you would never have thought seeing him again would stir up those childhood feelings you thought you had long ago forgotten. But as you stare out at the crescent moon smiling down at you from the velvety black sky, you can’t deny the rapid thrum of your heart beating giddily in your chest.

  ────── 〔✿〕──────

From that night forward, Sehun joins you every Tuesday and Thursday after his shift. And while in the past you had so looked forward to your nightly visits to the café for the peace it left you in, now you had an extra reason to get excited about going. You dressed nicer and made sure not a hair was out of place on those days. All the while lying to yourself that it was not all to impress him.

You both chatted quietly over your coffees for about an hour on those nights before you would say your farewells and head to your own homes. You quickly learned his personality hadn’t changed much. He was still sweet, considerate and gentle. When you spoke, his eyes didn’t leave your face, making sure you knew he was listening to every word you said. His laugh brought on tingles in your belly, his smile made your heart swell and you wished nothing would ever cause him to lose that gorgeous smile.

It’s not until a month passes… maybe just a little over a month, that Sehun slips into the bench across from you, that sparkling smile slipping into an expression you hadn’t seen on him before. The change in his demeanor is so foreign to you that it takes you a few moments to decipher it.

Sliding your hand across the table you wrap your fingers around his, looking into his eyes with concern as you ask, “What’s the matter, Sehun?”

He looks down at your joined hands, sighing despondently as he gives your hand an appreciative squeeze.

“It’s Destiny,” he says softly, sadness lacing his words.

Your heart stutters, fluttering roughly in your chest.

“What’s destiny?” you ask, concentrating on keeping the tremor from your voice.

Releasing your hand, he encircles his mug as if trying to draw strength from it. You straighten, taking a sip of your own coffee as you wait for his response.

“Not what…who,” he clears his throat, now leaning back in the bench. Flicking his gaze up to yours, he adds. “Destiny is my girlfriend.”

You instantaneously feel your heart lurch, your blood running cold at his response. A tickle in your lungs startles you, causing you to let out a few coughs. Your eyes water as you suck in a shaky breath.

“Ow!” you groan your face scrunching in pain.

“Jesus,” Sehun stands coming over to your side to pat your back. “Are you ok?”

Shoulders hunched, you hope he can’t see your fisted hand rubbing circles over your chest as you try and soothe whatever that had been.

“Yeah, yeah,” you manage with a grimace. “I think the coffee just went down the wrong pipe.”

He had a girlfriend? What was he doing chatting it up with you until ten? God, how did you always end up in situations like this? Were you truly that bad at reading people? You had felt so comfortable in your talks with Sehun and he had appeared interested… But maybe he was just being him. Always wanting people to feel welcome and at ease around him. Ugh! How could you have been so foolish? He really did only see you as a friend now just like he had all those years ago.

“You sure you’re ok?” he asks again as he brushes the hair out of your eyes and pats your wet cheeks with a napkin.

Taking the napkin from him none too nicely, you brush him off, “Yes. Yes. I’m fine.” He hesitates as he stares at you pensively, but then he finally accepts your words. Wanting his focus to shift from you, you say, “I’m sorry. You were saying?”

You try to bring the conversation back to what you had been talking about, but the coughing just won’t subside.

“I’m so sorry, Sehun,” you finally say between fits of coughing. “I’m gonna go.”

You swiftly stand, gathering the few items you had.

“Wait, are you sure you’re ok?”

He follows you as you head towards the exit with brows furrowed, but you don’t reply as you dash out into the buzz of the night. Not looking back, you hop into your car, speeding off as you continue to attempt to catch your breath. Once at home, you rush to your bathroom, your cheeks flushed as you glance in the mirror. 

Splashing water on your face, you try to sooth the heat in hopes it would calm the coughing, but another fit ensues. Your eyes widen as tiny red and pink spots speckle across the white porcelain of the sink. You cough again and it’s as if whatever had been caught in your throat is dislodged. You spit into your hand and feel fear grip your body.

A bloodied torn blue petal lies in the center of your palm.

“No!” you whisper roughly.

It couldn’t be! You take a few deep breaths and force yourself to relax as you focus on the fact that you finally feel relief, the tightness in your chest gone. Even the tickle in your throat is no longer there. You throw the petal away and wash your hands, rinse your mouth and clean the sink.

All the while your heart still races, terrified of what this all means. You are quick to shower and slip into bed, hoping the next day will reveal that what you believed this to be was not actually it.

────── 〔✿〕──────

Despite knowing Sehun had a girlfriend, you found yourself returning to the cafe. It was painful sitting across from him knowing there would never be anything more between you, but not seeing him or hearing his voice seemed to hurt even more. So you still showed up twice a week as usual and he still sat with you after his shift. 

At first he filled you in on the fact that things were getting a bit rocky with his girlfriend. But then he stopped bringing it up and you assumed they had worked things out. After all, he had said he’d had no intentions of leaving her. 

And so the coughing persisted, the petals still coming up. You did your best to hide any evidence from him, but he only grew more and more concerned.

“It’s just a cold,” you would try and reassure him, but you could see the doubt in his eyes.

He finally convinced you to get checked out.

You sit in the chilly room of the doctor’s office. He had not liked the sounds in your lungs and had sent you to have X-rays done in the building next door. Now you waited for the images to be sent over and for him to give you the prognosis.

You look up as the door opens and see the doctor step in. He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Instantly, your palms begin to sweat.

“Well,” he says on an exhale as he sits on his stool and rolls over to you.  From the examination table you look down at him nervously. “I’ve taken a look at your images and, it’s as I thought. You have the Hanahaki Disease. Do you know what that is?”

You glance away, sadness squeezes at your heart. The now familiar tickle in your esophagus threatening to bring on a coughing fit. You clear your throat as you return your gaze to the doctor.

“Yes,” you whisper tightly.

“Then you know your options,” he straightens in his chair. “Find a way for your love to return your feelings or I can perform a procedure to remove the roots. But,” he shakes his head forlornly. “You will never have the capacity to feel romantic love again.”

What kind of options were these? you think desperately to yourself. If there was any chance that he could love you back, you did not want to take that choice away from yourself.

“I don’t want to have the surgery,” you tell him firmly. 

He rolls over to the counter and scribbles onto a paper. Tearing it off he stands and hands it to you.

“Take this if you need help sleeping. The other will help mildly with the coughing during the day.”

I nod, accepting the paper.

“Thank you.”

“If you change your mind…”

“I won’t,” you give him a tight-lipped smile.

“Very well. Have a good day.”

────── 〔✿〕──────

As time passes, it only gets worse. Sometimes you retch up full blooms of blue anemone, the flowers beauty tainted with saliva and blood. The feeling of suffocating was the worst. There were so many times you wanted to give in and have the surgery, but knowing you could never love again frightened you more than anything. You told Sehun that you had been right. It was just a cold. You did not dare to tell him the truth for fear of losing his friendship. 

Glancing into your mirror you see how much weight you’ve lost. Your eyes are sunken into your face, dark circles making them look even deeper and lost. Your cheeks are hollow, your hair thinning. 

With glistening tears you apply makeup, bringing your face back to life. Sehun had invited you to have a picnic at the park. He said he had a surprise and you were excited. Perhaps he had finally decided to leave Destiny. Just maybe he had fallen in love with you instead.

You quickly dressed, then reached the park before him. There you laid out a blanket beneath the shade of a large tree. Opening the picnic basket, you begin to lay out some of the snacks when you happen to glance up and catch sight of Sehun. 

You smile, but he hasn’t seen you yet. In a pair of dark blue jeans and a butter yellow t-shirt his skin seems to glow and your heart swells in your chest at how handsome he looks out of his barista uniform. 

But then your eyes fall on the person beside him. You watch as he puts his arm across her shoulders and she puts one of her own across his lower back, hand resting on his hip. The sunlight glints off of an object on her finger and you know.

Instantly you know that his ‘surprise’ was that they had worked things out and he had proposed. They were engaged. Any chance you may have had...was lost forever.

You begin to cough, the sound harsh. A searing pain in your chest becomes unbearable and you look down to see something poking at your shirt. Through watery eyes you pull the collar of your shirt away from you and peer down. Eyes wide with terror, you see a stem growing out of the middle of your chest, a trickle of blood sliding down your skin.

Seeing him with her must have exacerbated the disease. Before you can grab your phone to call for help more stems break through your chest. You are screaming in agony, the sounds muted by the blooms forcing themselves up from your throat.

Writhing in pain, you fall back onto the blanket. Never had you ever felt anything as excruciating as what was happening to you now. Through the haze of pain you feel someone rush down beside you.

“Oh my God!”

It was Sehun. You turn tear filled eyes towards him and offer a crooked pain filled smile. He looks horrified and you wish you could reach out and smooth away the worried creases on his brow. His hands hover over you most likely unsure if he should touch you or not. Finally, he grasps the hand closest to him, his other hand brushing back your hair from your forehead.

The pain that wracks your body doesn’t seem so bad when he holds your hand so tenderly like that. You try to speak, but only gurgling sounds come forth.

“Call 911!” Sehun shouts to the woman. Within moments you can hear her responding to the operator and you tune her out, trying to focus on Sehun’s lips as he speaks to you. “What is happening to you?”

You are unable to answer as you begin to cough forcefully, sputtering as you try to catch your breath. 

“An ambulance is on the way,” the woman comes to stand next to Sehun. 

You both turn to look up at her. Her eyes are wide as she fixates on you, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. 

“Thank you,” he tells her, before returning his attention to you. 

“Please hang on. Stay with me,” he pleads. Some of the pressure alleviates and you inhale deeply. “God, this is not how I imagined this day to go.”

“I’m...sorry,” you croak, trying to breath through the torturous ache afflicting your body.

“No,” he chuckles humorlessly. “You don’t need to be sorry.” You tighten your grip on his hand as another stem pierces through your skin. “Jesus. Who did this to you?”

You shake your head desolately, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes he wouldn’t see. Tears flood down the sides of your face and when you open your eyes back up and your gaze locks on his countenance, you know he knows.

“No,” his lips turn down desperately. “No!”

Sirens wail in the distance. The woman squeezes his shoulder before rushing off to meet the ambulance.

“It’s not…your fault,” you try to assure him even as another burst of coughs plagues you. 

“I didn’t know,” he whispers desperately. “I didn’t know.” He lifts your head up onto his lap in hopes of making you more comfortable. “I would have said something sooner. That’s why I invited you here. God, I’m too late. I’m sorry. I’m so so sor-.”

His words are cut off as you let out a muffled scream. His wide horrified eyes are the last thing you see before a bush of blue anemones bursts forth from your torso.

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[kimjongdahhwae]

How Many Petals are Falling?

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Genre: Hanahaki Disease!AU

Prologue

Part 1:

I remembered the first time I saw you; it is the start of 11th grade. You walked inside the classroom scanning for some familiar faces, or perhaps an empty seat. You smiled when you saw one and my heart raced when I noticed that you're walking towards the empty seat beside me. You sat and placed your bag underneath the table, and looked into my direction. You smiled and held out your hand.

June 6

"Hi, I’m Do Kyungsoo," the guy beside you said, you know that it is rude to stare at people but you can’t help it. His round orbs and heart-shaped lips are mesmerizing.

"Are you okay? Are you sick or something?" he said again. You mentally slapped yourself for being like this.

"Uh yeah hi. I’m y/n," you finally said and took his hand.

Embarrassed, you let go and hid your face with your arms.

Great start for this school year.

~•~

We became close. We're always pairing whenever the teacher has an activity. Most of the times, we're even group mates.

August 13

"Hey, are you done tallying the results of the survey?" Kyungsoo asked.

"Not yet, I’m actually going to the library to continue, do.... you want to come?"

PLEASE SAY YES. PLEASE SAY YES.

"Sure, let me carry this for you," he took the two envelopes you're holding and started walking.

When you and Kyungsoo got to the library, you can’t focus on what you’re doing. He looks so cute whenever he is focused on something.

“You know, it is rude to stare at people,” Kyungsoo said snapping you back into reality.

“Sorry, I’m just… I don’t feel well,” you rested your head on the table.

“Do you want to go to the clinic?”

“I’m just gonna take a nap. I will finish the tallying at home, I promise.”

“I’ll wake you up when break time’s over,” Kyungsoo said as he patted your head.

“Thanks.”

Minutes passed, you felt someone poking your cheek, you opened your eyes and saw Kyungsoo.

“Y/n wake up. Chanyeol just texted me that we can go home now, our last subject teacher is absent,” you rubbed your eyes and nodded.

“Do you want to eat? My friend suggested me this new café near our school.”

“Sure, I’ll just text Jongdae to go home without me.”

“Who is Jongdae? Is he y-your crush? O-or your boyfriend?” Kyungsoo stuttered.

“What? He’s my brother dummy!” you said slightly pushing his shoulder.

“Oh, I thought….” Kyungsoo trailed off.

“Come on, I’m hungry,” you stood up and pulled his sleeve.

Are you jealous?

~•~

If this is a dream, I don't want to end this. You and me in our own little world, in our own fairy tale. Everything was going smoothly, you and I always hang out, we play video games, watch movies, and we cook. I thought things were going so well, I thought you and I are meant for each other.

October 28

"Are you going to Junmyeon's party tomorrow?" Kyungsoo asked while you two are walking to the cafeteria.

"I don't know Soo. If Jongdae's not going then I'm not."

"You want your brother to be in the party? Isn't that a bit, awkward?"

“Junmyeon also invited him, and my mom won’t allow me if Jongdae’s not going. Also, if I’m with him I’m sure that I’ll get home safe and mom will not shout at me on the front door when I come home.”

“I’ll take you home instead. You don’t trust me?”

“I trust you. I just don’t want to bother you taking me home late.”

"Okay, just please go to the party. Because I have to tell you something," Kyungsoo put his hands on both of your shoulders, "And I want you to be the first one to hear it," Kyungsoo continued.

Tell me something huh?

“Why can’t you just tell me now?” you looked him in the eyes.

“It’s something special.”

Special?

October 29

"Jongdae hurry up! We're going to be late!" you banged at your brother's door.

"If you wanted to go first in that stupid party then you should asked your little crush for ride then!" your brother said and he opened the door.

"Okay first of all, Junmyeon also invited you! Second, I need a chaperone. Third, he's not my crush! He's just my friend!”

"Oh don't fool me my adorable little sister, it is written all over your face. Like how it is written in your journal," he teased.

"Who gave you the right to read my journal!? I'm telling mom!"

"Go sure tell mom, and I'll also tell your secret," you stopped at your tracks and glared at Jongdae.

"Come on now. You don't want your crush to keep waiting," he laughed and led you outside.

Junmyeon's house is bombarded with grade 11 & 12 students. Some of the faces were familiar to you, some weren't. You scanned through the crowd and laid your eyes to the person you're looking for. You saw Kyungsoo on the sofa with some of his friends. Jongin, who is laughing at Yixing for being distracted again.

"So you finally found your lover boy," Jongdae whispered making you jump and punch his arm.

"Mind your own business and go party with your cool senior friends," you said, emphasizing the word cool and pushed him away to go to Kyungsoo's direction.

Kyungsoo immediately noticed you and excused himself to his friends, who also noticed and waved at you, you waved back and smiled.

"Glad you can make it!”

“Well, I forced my brother to come. I owe him though.”

"So uhm, can you wait for me on Junmyeon's balcony at the back?" he said, making your heart beat abnormally.

"Sure! Uhm see you!" you tried to hide your nervousness and immediately went to the balcony Kyungsoo was talking about.

You looked at the sky, day dreaming about what might happen after Kyungsoo confess?

Confess? Is he really going to confess?

Minutes passed and your thoughts were cut off by the sound of the footsteps behind you. Smiling, you whipped your head and saw Kyungsoo... holding a girl's hand.

"Hey, uhm y/n. This is Seojin. My girlfriend."

The world seemed stop moving, you suddenly couldn't hear any sound except the beating of your own heart, you blinked hoping this is just an illusion, you bit the inside of you cheek hoping this is just a dream.

But no, this is the reality.

Seojin smiled sweetly and held out her hand in front of you, "Hi, y/n. Nice to finally meet you," you took his hand.

"Seojin, this is y/n. My best friend."

~~~~~

A/n: Hi! I appreciate if you leave some comments and suggestions. Thank you for reading!

Masterlist

[a-planet-of-wild-ideas]

A Love Triangle Au

The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.

Person A falls for both Person B and Person C at the same time only realising their love for Person B. Person A starts coughing out flowers and chooses to confess to Person B. The disease only stops for a few weeks when the coughing stars again (for Person C).

What will Person A do when their sickness will not go away with neither Person B or Person C? Who will they have to erase from their memories?

[allyreads]

fic recommendations

this is a list of few of my favourite fics, check my reblogs for even more fics !!

author recommendations here

search the members’ initials to see what i recommend that isn’t on this list!! (kth for kim taehyung, ick for im changkyun, etc.)

fandoms i read: bts, svt, mx, exo, got7 and nct (so far)

disclaimer:

1. this is not a complete list, i’ll keep adding to it.

2. majority of these contain or are smut

3. very angsty so be careful of your heart

got7:

jaebum:

far from home - @red-exo

a light-hearted read that doesn’t use the most complex of vocabulary yet is able to make me feeeeeel all sort ways. although based on a simple concept, the story will definitely hike JB up your bias list!!

jinyoung:

the noisy neighbours - @chickenkooks

mark:

i want desire (a series) - @taexual

who doesn’t love a good mafia AU! series

bts:

seokjin:

currents - @yeoldontknow

one of the most powerful fanfictions ive ever read. all the revelations at the end…i can’t find any other words to describe how powerful it was.

hoseok:

systems of touch - @yeoldontknow

fuelled by love and sexual tension, this story portrays a rather professional side of jung hoseok and a reader through an artistic storyline.

oceans of gold - @junqkook

always had a soft spot for greek mythology (as mentioned below in yoongi’s) the myth of apollo and hyacinth were incorporated perfectly into this fic i’m obsessed.

jungkook:

policeofficer!jungkook - @nothingatallspecialinanyway

inspired by the music video, it’s a simple and hot piece of writing that portrays the AU!possible sexy side of jeon jungkook

oblivion - @softlyjiminie

demon!AU’s are just the best. this has angst too UGH I LOVE.

young wolf - @junqkook

for game of thrones fanatics ;)

forever and a night - @gukyi

a heartbreaking yet lovely werewolf!JK fic

not quite lovers - @junqkook

a hot ass fic, as expected from yara. in this fic the reader is the CEO rather than the guy. it was a refreshing change of perspective

rottenfolk - @junqkook

faerie jk is rotten alright

after dark - @seokoloqy

the sea & the storm - @jamaisjoons

P E R F E C T I O N honestly. so well written and so well thought out and the concept isn’t like any other im so in love

the turing test - @fortunexkookie

there are so many kook stories that i adore and this is one of them that i read so far. it’s another multi-chapter android!jungkoo; and recommend this story so much it’s so carefully crafted.

the monogamy monologues - @kpopfanfictrash

comedy gold, honestly. it’s so funny and so romantic and an amazing late-night read where you get lost in jungkook’s eyes through the form of words. 

rattled - @taehyungforreal

i know the series just started but i can’t help but fall for single dad!JK and i can’t wait to see how the series progresses

namjoon:

legacy - @mintjoonlep

intro: for her - @jamaisjoons

yoongi:

upgrade - @gukgalore

sorry tae, but i think yoongi has won here in this one

1. hello paradise my name is

2. mint

3. aidoneus, my love - @seokoloqy

i’m a sucker for greek mythology so it’s natural that this whole hades!AU series has got to be one of my favourite yoongi fics

heart haunting - @jamaisjoons

taehyung:

the morning after - @softlyjiminie

i just realised i didn’t list any tae fics when i first created this, but i found one!! this is a short, poetic angst / smut written in a genre i can never ever get bored of: the powerful, lingering feelings for an ex lover

1-800-music-street - @httpjeon

buzzed - @ junqkook

warm - @ httpjeon

i’m seeing a pattern in these fics...roommate!taehyung. there’s something so simple and sweet about this concept. gives me hope that love (and sex) can be exciting even in a domestic setting.

everythingoes - @jamaisjoons

so. fucking. good. OH MY GOD. this fic shook me to the core. unrequited love! angst! new found love! all my fucking favourites i love this fic pls go read it i don’t care if it’s 24k words and it’s 3am just go read it ok thanks bye.

taboo - @jhspetitegf

professor!taehyung oops

jimin:

lovebug - @ httpjeon

rockin’ the coffin - @ junqkook

HOT DAMN (it’s all i can say tbfh)

casual clothes - @httpjeon

faded love - @jamaisjoons

my all time fave genre: angst on divorcées / exes who still love each other. this piece was written to perfection. *chef’s kiss*

bloom - @ jamaisjoons

similar to seungcheol’s fic (listed below), this is also about the hanahaki disease and unrequited love. (my favourite!) i sound like a sadist but i promise i’m not

ot7:

eternal orbit - @interludemoonchild

stumbled across this and spent hours reading this series. every single second was worth it. i love the development of character and relationships between each of them. can’t wait for the next few chapters.

nct:

ten:

mine - @whereisten

demon!ten is seriously what i live for. such a hot, sexy fic i loved it. can’t really say much because you’ve got to read it to truly understand just how one demon can really rid you of your sanity.

lucas:

lovestruck!lucas - @warmau

exo:

baekhyun:

nothing like us - @ohh-baekhyun

enough - @kpopfanfictrash

a heart-clenching, emotional angst that potrayed the falling out of and falling back in love perfectly. alongside that came sensual smut to emphasise the connection AU!baekhyun had with the reader. it’s a lovely piece, everyone should check it out.

behave - @elle-lowriting

dom!baekhyun is just… wow. who knew a five letter, authoratative word could have such an effect. i know, me neither. catch a glimpse of baek’s dominance with this fic!!

light - @writing-exo-things

an extremely creative take on fanfictions, created based off exo’s latest demonic-esque concept. intriguing storylines such as this are then well planned out such as this one right here ^ i really recommend reading a few of her/his works. here’s the masterlist for the whole x-ėxø series. it’s a wonderful concept.

mister - @angstyexo

chen:

i hate you - @soobadnoonecanstopher

similar to far from home (JB’s fic), this piece is based on a rather common idea. this one was an enemies to lovers AU. it’s fun to read a tension-filled relationship that is soon resolved by unexpected ways. in short, this was a blithe and beguiling story.

saudade - @fairyyeols​

a slightly heartbreaking but lovely mixture of angst and fluff

chanyeol:

the dress - @thotantics

black tie - @yeoldontknow

my universe - @sehunniiie

the etymology of us - @8bityeol

bodyguard - @optimizche

junmyeon/suho:

automatic - @exosmutxoxo

( i can’t find the link for this :((( )

jongin/kai:

reunited wrongly - @causekpop

heaven - @fairyyeols

seventeen:

jun:

ashes - @taexual

i knew i had to add this to the list right away after reading it. overall, this is a piece that portrays angst and a deteriorating relationship perfectly.

heat - @guccisvt

if u enjoy werewolf!AU’s and hot sexual tension like i weirdly do, this fic is for you. a little lengthy, but worth every word.

mingyu:

but he didn’t - @pasteluji

i clearly have a thing for angst these days but this fic really crushed my heart. managed to portray everything so well: the situation itself and the perspective of BOTH characters I LOVE IT

seungcheol:

what you can’t have - @guccisvt

unrequited love with a twist

monsta x:

hyungwon:

[sunrise-lou]

Lou’s KPOP MASTERLIST

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Ateez

No writings available for this group currently.

Stray Kids

No writings available for this group currently.

Tomorrow x Together

La Douleur Exquise ft. CHOI Yeonjun +  CHOI Soobin College, Unrequited love + Hanahaki Disease AU [WRITTEN] One / Two

BTS

Long Distance ft. MIN Yoongi Long Distance Relationship AU [ONESHOT TEXT]

Coffee Bugs ft. PARK Jimin & JEON Jungkook Barista & Cafe Owner AU [TEXT / INDEFINITE HIATUS]  One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six

Astro

So Sparkly ft. MOON Bin Idol Boyfriend AU [ONESHOT TEXT]

“PARKOUR..!” ft. PARK Jinwoo Idol Boyfriend AU [ONESHOT TEXT]

Twitter Shenanigans ft. OT6 Idol Boyfriend PARK Jinwoo + Short Hair Reader AU [ONESHOT TEXT]

“This Hair” ft. PARK Jinwoo Idol Boyfriend + Masc Reader AU  [ONESHOT TEXT]

Double Shot ft. PARK Minhyuk Bartender + JINWOO Sibling AU [TEXT / HIATUS] One / Two

EXO

No writings available for this group currently.

NCT

“Fr,,, Fr?” ft. LEE Mark Best Friends to Lovers AU [ONESHOT TEXT]

“Spousey Wousy” ft LEE Mark Lovers to Spouses + Masc Reader AU [ONESHOT MIX]

The Romantic ft. Lee Donghyuck & Zhong Chenle College + Love Triangle AU

Hello, welcome to Clouds ft. LEE Taeyong Dance Youtuber + Rival AU [TEXT] Taeyong + 127 INTRO / YN + DREAM INTRO One /

WayV

No writings available for this group currently.

Monsta X

No writings available for this group currently.

Seventeen

No writings available for this group currently.

Got7

No writings available for this group currently.

[sehunniepotwrites]

Wait wait wait did I hear 2 more hanahaki fics??? 👀👀👀 I was gonna be sad if it ended at Johnny lol even if it isn't within the with you in full bloom storyline like the way you have me hooked on this au is 👏 I'm obsessed 100% even tho there isn't even a release by date I'm highly anticipating it I have no doubt it'll be amazing!! Also I know what you mean about only being able to change things up so much but yet even if it's just the small differences like I love it the amount of boyfriend!nct or whatever group helps you on your period is high but yet I still get hyped when I find another lol idk basically what I'm getting at is you can write as many hanahaki as you want and I'll still read them all lol

you definitely heard correctly! there is going to be another one in the works. i’m currently working out the kinks of it right now but i’m loving the idea so far!!

it’s going to be a while before johnny’s comes out! the idea isn’t fully fleshed out yet and i only have one paragraph written tbh!! one thing i’ll say is that there will be a variation of the hanahaki disease so his symptoms will be different than the others you’ve read so far ✨

i’m so happy you’re thoroughly enjoying hanahaki now!! the slow burn is the best, isn’t it? 

(maybe if more ideas will come to me, i’ll dabble into exo members with hanahaki!!)

[chrysrecs]

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i.    by group ii.   by pairing iii.  by type iv.  by length v.   by genre vi.  by alt. universe vii. by kinks or squicks

Hello & welcome! I created this side blog so I could have a place to reblog/recommend all the wonderful fan-fiction that I read in a semi-organized manner. I will expand the tag-list further as I read more. Also, I’m not really great at finding lost fics so yeah, don’t trouble yourself by asking. Happy reading!!

i. FICS CLASSIFIED WRT GROUPS [ DIRECTS TO LIST OF MEMBERS ]

Ateez

Bts

Exo

Nct 127

Nct Dream

Monsta X

Seventeen

Shinee

SuperM

WayV

ii. FICS CLASSIFIED WRT PAIRING

Member x Reader

Member x OC

Member x Member

Poly Relationship

iii. FICS CLASSIFIED WRT TYPE

Drabbles

Fake Texts

Oneshots

Reactions

Series

Timestamps

iv. FICS CLASSIFIED WRT LENGTH [ ONLY ONESHOTS ]

Under 3k

Under 6k

Under 10k

Under 15k

Under 20k

Under 25k

Under 30k

v. FICS CLASSIFIED WRT GENRE

Angst

Dystopia

Fantasy

Fluff

Horror

Humor

Romance

Sci-fi

Smut

Supernatural

vi. FICS CLASSIFIED WRT ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE [ AUs ]

Alpha/Beta/Omega AU

Amnesia AU

Android AU

Angel AU

Apocalypse AU

Arranged Marriage AU

Assassin AU

Badboy AU

Bestfriend AU

Bodyguard AU

Boxer AU

Breakup AU

Childhood friends AU

Coffee shop AU

College AU

Crime AU

Demon AU

Dragon AU

Dystopian AU

Enemies to lovers AU

Established relationship AU

Fairy tale AU

Fake dating AU

Flight attendent/Pilot AU

Friends to lovers AU

Ghost AU

Hanahaki disease AU

High school AU

Hogwarts AU

Hunger Games AU

Idol AU

Knight AU

Life Guard AU

Mafia AU

Maid AU

Magic AU

Master/Slave AU

Merpeople AU

Pen pal AU

Pirate AU

Polyamory AU

Post breakup AU

Pregnancy AU

Religion AU

Roommate AU

Royalty AU

Soulmate AU

Space AU

Strangers to Lovers AU

Sugar daddy AU

Tarzan AU

Tattoo Artist AU

Tsundere AU

Twin AU

Vampire AU

Wedding AU

Wedding Planner AU

Werewolf AU

Witch AU

Yandere AU

vii. FICS CLASSIFIED WRT KINKS OR SQUICKS

Abduction seduction

Adultery

Anal play

Bare backing

Bathroom control

Biting

Blasphemy

Blood play

Bondage

Breath play

Collaring

Culcockery

Daddy kink

Drug usage

Double penetration

Dubcon

Edging

Exhibitionism

Group sex

Impregnation

Infidelity

Knife play

Lactation

Masturbation

Noncon

Oral sex

Orgasm denial

Praising

Role-playing

Rough sex

Sex toys

Sex worker

Sexting

Spanking

Tentacles

Voyeurism

Virginity

[singingunderthecurtain]

PETRICHOR (AFF Exclusive)

Author: @julietsoddeye​ AU: College | Soulmate | Hanahaki Genre: Angst | Romance Pairing: Yixing x Reader (Ft. ChanBaek) Status: Finished! Trigger Warning: Angst! Mentions of anxiety attacks and/or mental breakdowns. Unrequited pining, altered depiction of the Soulmate and Hanahaki Disease universe Song Inspiration: What if… (시선 둘, 시선 하나) // EXO-M & EXO-K Word Count: 25,507

Plot: What would you do if you’re not meant for your soulmate?

Summary: Yixing is like the petrichor. That smell the earth produces when rain falls. It makes your stomach upset but you can’t get enough of its pleasant scent. Just like how Yixing makes your heart ache, but can’t get enough of his presence. He’s the cause and cure of your heart’s imminent torture.

"Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences." - Emery Allen

A/N: So I deleted this fic here and decided to make this an AFF exclusive instead. So, for those who didn’t have the chance to read, here it is. :) You do need an AFF account to read it though (It wouldn’t be called AFF Exclusive after all) If you do have an AFF account, please be a dear and subscribe and/or upvote. It literally takes 2 seconds to click! THANK YOU SO MUCH~ ♡♡♡

Destiny is one big fat asshole, you’ve known that ever since you learned about the very basic concept of soulmates. Apparently, being born with your soulmate’s name already tattooed on your arm is a rare case. A lot of reasons can cause this unique phenomenon, but yours was humiliating.

Now that you think about it as an adult, it’s not as shaming as it was when you were younger, but the people around you made you believe that it was. And you dragged that belief along with you until now in college.

Even just a single letter of the name or a small peek of skin on your arms show, it gives you the most exasperating panic attacks. You couldn’t even show your arms to anyone other than your mother, but slowly, with the help of your psychiatrist and the people around you (aka your mom, her best friend that you call aunt and her husband) you can now finally show your bare arms to the people who you were close with. But then a cover-up of a cardigan is still needed when you’re in public as it acts like a mobile version of a safety blanket for you.

All your close friends say that it’s okay, but you still hide your arms anyway, away from the public eye by wearing long-sleeved shirts. Hot summer days are the worst because you can’t wear the pretty dresses you own without wearing any thin cover-ups.

Normally, your soulmate’s name will only appear when you finally met them, but you’re part of the 3% of the world’s population where you were born with their name already embedded on your skin.

PETRICHOR — Soulmate|Hanahaki AU (Zhang Yixing)

Read there ^^^

Aikie Masterlist | Michiko Masterlist | FIC RECS | FIC REC SIDEBLOG

[ksooandwoozi]

Mobile Masterlist

Seventeen~ 

Jihoon~ 

completed 

Cursed ~ Hanahaki Disease AU 

Texts: 

in progress

Effervescent ~ Music Producer MC x Jihoon 

pt.1  pt.2  pt.3

EXO~ 

Kyungsoo~ 

Texts:

Daily Texts- 

#1 #2 #3 #4

in progress

Delicate ~ actor/screenwriter social media AU 

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7

Mark~

Texts:

Daily Texts-

#1 #2

BTS~ 

~nothing for my these cuties yet~

Got7~ 

~nothing for my babies yet~

[simplyyeol]

fic rec

bts

※ blue orchids | @inktae | jjk | oneshot | complete

⤑ hanahaki disease! au

exo

※ charred [i] | @kollectionn | pcy | series | complete

⤑ you get sucked into a mysterious world, and begin to discover things you couldn’t have imagined. but why you? and who is the stranger you are becoming drawn to?

※ struck [ii] | @kollectionn | kjd | series | complete

⤑  a mysterious group move into your apartment building and you find yourself drawn to them, one in particular… but is it safe? who are they really? 

※ roots [iii] | @kollectionn | bbh | series | complete

⤑ you are an elven outsider living in the human world, living peacefully as a florist and gardener. but your peace shatters when you are discovered by a representative from the council of the other world. will he discover your secrets? (book three in the other world series) 

※ anything for her | @chanyeolspout | pcy | series | complete

⤑ single dad chanyeol tries to find happiness. could it be you?

※ devil’s advocate | @nunchiwrites | pcy | series | complete

⤑ “now that you were alone with your thoughts, the utter confusion you had for chanyeol’s bipolar nature was all you could think about. although he had been adamant that you were the doll and he was the puppetmaster, he had been willing to compromise, to be lenient. after witnessing the pure terror and extensive abuse that eva faced in the custody of her captors, you were beginning to rethink the way in which chanyeol executed his actions. he was no slavemaster. he had never forced himself upon you. he just seemed…tortured. ” 

※ cahoot, two | @whatifexo | bbh | two-shot | complete

⤑ you’ve always been partners, just not romantically. 

※ nothing more | @peachykaix | bbh | series | complete

⤑  watching the man you love the most love someone else was the most painful feeling the world.

※ locked out, two | @hellabts | bbh | two-shot | complete

⤑ hi, i’m y/n, and i’m the queen of fucking everything up. here i am, locked outside on a balcony with a dude i shared and awkward hook-up with once and i’d been avoiding ever since, while his ex-girlfriend cries her eyes out and i freeze my ass off in the september air. *freeze frame* *record scratch* you’re probably wondering how i got myself into this situation, so here’s a timeline of how, in a few short months, i managed to royally fuck everything up.

※ oh, baby! | @whimsical-ness | osh | series | complete

⤑ you and sehun have always maintained your mutual dislike for one another. but what happens when an unexpected incident leaves the two of you in charge of a baby, together?

※ dynamic | @velvetchen | kjd | series | complete

⤑ you’re the leading superhero of the city, and you’ve fought dynamo for years. it’s the way it should be - good vs. evil, hero vs. villain. but what happens when a bigger evil threatens everything?

※ i won’t give up | @lucyandthepen | bbh | series | ongoing

⤑ you’ve been branded a good many things throughout the course of your adult life; while a handful would label you kindly (and also half-heartedly) as a super fan, most have boiled you down to just another rabid saesang. you’re the only one who knows it’s not like that, and that’s because you’re the only one who really remembers. you remember a countless number of times, an infinite set of lives, and it’s always you and him – together. even if it never truly ends happily, you’re determined to make it so in this lifetime because well, byun baekhyun is your soulmate, even if he doesn’t really know it yet. 

※ chronicles of the wolf  | @fairyscribbles | exo | series | ongoing

⤑ werewolf! au

※ whiplash | @high-on-food | pcy | series | ongoing

⤑ as an aspiring big-shot photographer in a slump, you’re looking for something that inspires you and unfortunately – or maybe not – it comes in the form of a guy named park chanyeol.

※ psych | @yeolology | bbh | series | complete

⤑ werewolf! au

nct

※ offended | @stormae | ten | oneshot

⤑ neighbor! au

※ syndicate of fallen angels | @stormae | lty | oneshot

⤑  spy/mafia!au

※ painted are the living | @stormae | ten | oneshot

⤑ art to life! au

※ breath | @sugarednct | wyh | oneshot

⤑  apocalypse! au

※  home | @starlightyukhei | wyh | oneshot

⤑ i may not believe in fate, but i believe in you

※ tempted | @smochimm | wyh | oneshot?

⤑ lucas is a nasty flirt

※ 07022018

※ note: none of these works belong to me and wholly belong to credited writers

[channiekyun]

-upcoming fanfics-

Hi everyone, I’m making a list here for myself and for anybody wondering what fanfics I am working on at the moment..expect a mess

KEY

(a)=angst

(f)=fluff

(m)=mature

aus are put in italics

bold is ready to be posted

normal is under progress

*list is in no particular order*

not requested:

exo//oh sehun- mafia au!

exo//kim jongdae- soulmate au! (f)

exo//kim jongin (a/m)

exo//byun baekhyun+park chanyeol (m)

bts//kim taehyung- historical au! (a)

bts//kim seokjin (m)

bts//kim taehyung- college/ghost au! (a)

got7/mark tuan- volleyball au! (f)

got7//park jinyoung- mafia au!/strip club au! (a/m)

nct//mark lee- hanahaki disease au! (a)

nct//moon taeil- witch au! (a)

nct//winwin- actor/actress au!

wanna one//park woojin- cafe au! (f)

wanna one//yoon jisung- cafe au! (f)

wanna one//kang daniel- non-idol au! (a)

wanna one//yoon jisung-soulmate au! (a)

wanna one//ong seongwoo-soulmate au! (a)

wanna one//lai guanlin-dating! (f)

wanna one//park woojin-highschool au! (f)

wanna one//park jihoon-cafe au! (f) ((sequel to “bete noire”))

wanna one//ong seongwoo-ice skating au! 

wanna one//kang daniel- neighbour/supernatural au! (m/a)

seventeen//vernon- historical au! (f/a)

astro//moonbin- soulmate au!+school au! (f)

jeong sewoon- best friend au! (f)

REQUESTED:

List is up to date as of: 04/21/18 (9:58-PST)

[messyscriptorium]

As the flowers bloom. [A]

I tried to write angst and this is what happened. Angst is definitely not my thing hahaha.

Fandom: EXO

Genre: Hanahaki Disease!AU

Type: Angst

Member: Zhang Yixing (Lay)

Word count: 1,278

The look on Minseok’s face is sad.

No.

He’s not sad. He pities you. And you hate it.

“When are you having the surgery?”

You take a deep breath, or at least as deep as your lungs allow you. You were kind of expecting that question. It’s the question your family and friends have been asking you for the past three months. But you weren’t expecting it to pop up this soon into the conversation. You avoid Minseok’s eyes before answering.

“Not yet.”

There’s a long pause before he speaks again, sighing.

“You can’t postpone it any longer and you know it. It’s becoming dangerous.”

You want him to leave you alone. You want to lash out on him for forcing you to do this. For reminding you every day, very insistently, what you need to do. But you also know he’s only worried about you, so you bite your tongue and nod.

“I’m going to do it, Minseok. Just… not yet.”

“You could die,” he says in a low voice, and you want to scream at him, let go of all of your frustrations because you don’t want him to be so nice to you.

You feel the knot in your throat getting tighter the longer you stay there and you know if you don’t get out of Minseok’s house, you will start to cry and you won’t be able to stop. You don’t want him to comfort you. The only person you want to comfort you, won’t. Because he is the very source of your misery.

The thought of him makes your chest feel weighted and you bring your hand to your mouth, trying to suppress the flowery coughs from leaving your lips. Geranium and camellia petals end up inside your fist, a few falling to the floor of Minseok’s kitchen. How fitting, leaving behind the evidence of your sadness at his place.

He doesn’t make any comments, though, so you take the chance this silence is giving you to put your jacket on and grab your things, ready to leave.

“Please, don’t go visit him. Don’t do that to yourself. Will you promise?”

No. You can’t promise that. You understand why he is asking you to listen to him, just once. You understand but he doesn’t. He doesn’t know what it’s like to live with this disease that’s consuming not only your body but your mind and soul, too. Continuously reminding you of him in the form of flowers.

Forget-me-nots.

That’s the type of flower your lungs produce whenever you go visit him. Like he could care. Like it was some kind of sign your body was sending you.

You place a hand on Minseok’s shoulder and smile tiredly at him before going to grab the handle of the door to open it.

“I’ll see you later, Minnie.”

“Please, don’t g…”

But you can’t hear the rest of the sentence since you are already out of the door and in the streets, breathing in the warm air of the ends of the summer. People around you walk fast, always in some kind of hurry. Late for work, late for school, late for picking up the kids. And they will probably be late for life. Just like you.

You start walking towards where you know he is. You walk slowly, admiring the trees, how the sunlight filters through their branches and leaves, projecting weird shadows on the pavement. The wind blows softly, raising fallen leaves from the ground and a few strands of hair fall into your eyes. You cough again, not bothering to cover your mouth with your hand and the petals are carried away by the wind.

You arrive at your destination not really paying attention to your surroundings anymore and your chest tightens at the sight of the tall iron gates. You quicken your pace, trying to get over with this as quickly as possible. When you are finally in front of him, you drop to your knees.

“Hello, Yixing. How have you been?” You whisper softly as if to try not to disturb him in his rest.

The smiley face of Yixing looks at you from the framed picture on his tombstone. His peaceful dark eyes glint with an amused expression and his dimple is showing. You smile back, but the gesture never really reaches your eyes. Someone’s put flowers in his grave. Probably his mother. White lilies.

“I miss you. Things haven’t been the same without you around.” Your voice cracks at the end, and you choke back a sob, coughing a few more petals.

“Did you miss me? Would you ever miss me if you were still alive?“

Tears are running down your face now, you are too tired to even pretend to be okay. How could you be okay? You are sick. You were so incredibly in love with someone you got sick because he didn’t love you back. And now he is gone. A piece of your own life, gone with him. Now there’s only one way to cure you and you can’t even consider it.

Your chest feels heavy and you don’t know if it is because of the flowers growing inside your lungs or because of the impossible decision your heart has to make. Having the surgery or not.

You are not really scared of the surgery, per se. Your doctor has explained everything to you and it doesn’t sound extremely complicated or dangerous. Sure, there are always some risks during any medical procedure, but it’s not the physical aspects of it that has you terrified and trembling in your own skin. It’s the emotional part of it what really scares you. The part where a portion of your soul is going to be changed forever.

Loving Yixing has been a big side of your life for the past 4 years. Loving Yixing has made you do things you never thought you’d be brave enough to do. Loving Yixing has changed your way of seeing the world in means you never thought were possible. If you have the surgery… will that part of you be gone for good, like him? Will you lose your courage? Will you lose yourself?

Will you lose him?

There they are again. The mere thought of getting rid of your feelings for him makes those damn flowers to grow and climb up your trachea to finally come out of your mouth. The forget-me-nots. Sabotaging again your thin and fragile resolution of getting better.

Your head is spinning, your vision is blurry because of the tears that hang from your eyelashes and you can’t take a proper breath of air. You are pretty sure you’re hyperventilating. You swallow hard in an attempt to loosen the knot in your throat but another flower comes out.

Even in the middle of this state of mind, you find it funny that you only produce a full flower when you are in the cemetery. Like they were offerings to him. Your body telling you: don’t worry, you don’t have to spend money on flowers, I got this. A present is more meaningful when you do it yourself than when you buy it.

You laugh.

Is that your laugh? It doesn’t sound like you. It sounds maniacal and completely off. Now you're convinced that you’ve totally lost it.

“I never asked you what your favourite flowers were, so I got you this,” you snort. You’re practically howling. The mouth that is moving is your mouth. The voice that you hear is your voice. But you can’t match those sounds to yourself and you laugh again.

“Do you like this flowers, Xing? I made them just for you.”

[julietsoddeye]

Aesthetic EXO mood board tag!

Tagged by @forexcapism  ❤️

So I’ve been meaning to write a Soulmate x Hanahaki Disease AU fic (working on it right now, but different member) and that’s the inspiration for the first ever mood board I made. LMFAO. Forgive me if this is not Aesthetic enough. I suck at this. D:

Tagging: @loeyeolty @soobadnoonecanstopher @8bityeol @supplyallmysauces @peachykaix @shesdreamingfics @stillgotmydignitae     

[hanbinrst-blog]

masterlist :-)

bts [ 방탄소년단 ]

kim taehyung;

human [ alien!au ] // in progress (drafts) ‘i’m not human sir.’ 

exo [ 엑소 ]

park chanyeol;  goodbye [ hanahaki disease!au ] // in progress ‘it was great knowing you.’ 

[pt0]

zhang yixing; do not cry [ prince!au ] // in progress ‘don’t cry, your one drop of tear is enough.’ 

[pt0]

kim jongin; sometimes // in progress (drafts) ‘i ain’t even think of leaving sometimes ,i ain’t even think of letting go.’

monsta x [ 몬스타엑스 ]

shin hoseok;  i can not forget [college!au] // in progress ‘i can not forget you.’

[pt1]