Archive of Our Own

So, get this. This story is about two best friends. They’ve been together for what, since their whole lives? That’s one...two...three...wait, why am I counting again? They’re both seventeen years old anyway, so I guess that’s seventeen years? Practically, they knew each other ever since they were born. That’s an exaggeration, but you know what I mean. They knew each other ever since they were old enough to play in the playground and hold each other’s hands as they swung up high on the swings. Wow, that’s cute.

We have our main character here. His name is Min Yoongi. Brown hair, brown eyes, very, and I mean very pale skin that could be mistaken as chinaware. He also has that gummy smile paired with eyes that disappear whenever someone makes him laugh. Cute.

The second main character…you’ll get to see him later. Wink.

Continuing with Yoongi, we fast forward to the day that might have been the start of when his life turned around. The sun woke up our dear Yoongi that one Wednesday morning when a ray hit his left eye and didn’t bother leaving him. That’s what he gets when he’s too lazy putting up his curtains over his window.

Yoongi got up, stretched his limbs a little, and oh, that’s a crack of the back right there. Isn’t that the best feeling in the world? Especially when you wake up in the morning and your initial reflex is to crack your knuckle bones. Ahhh, best feeling in the world. Tell me I’m not the only one that does that. Anyway, back to the story.

So, it was proving to be a normal morning for Yoongi, right? Wrong. Because the moment he started to do a morning yawn, there was suddenly something caught in his throat and he started coughing. He continued coughing like the air was getting sucked out of his lungs and for a second, he thought that he couldn’t breathe. After a few seconds, thank god, the coughing stopped. But oh my god, what kind of monstrosity is Yoongi looking at?

Well, it’s not really a monstrosity, but you know, hella weird. Because on his palm was a single piece of petal. That’s kind of creepy. It still has a bit of saliva and looked a bit wilted. Of course, it looked wilted. It’s all wet and gross. But Yoongi still picked it up with his other hand and examined the petal closely. It was definitely a cherry blossom petal. Round, lightly pink, soft, and again, gross. How the hell did it even get inside Yoongi’s mouth?

Yoongi didn’t think much of a petal. Well, seriously, who would? It was a single one anyway. Although, he did stick it inside one of his notebooks when his mother called him out for breakfast. Maybe for sentimental value or whatever. Haha, sentimental value ‘cause he coughed up a petal one morning. He’ll probably tell this to Jim-wait, let’s not get to the other character yet. Rewind. He’ll probably tell this to his best friend when they meet up at school later. His best friend who is most likely walking to school right now while Yoongi is still being shoved by his mother inside the bathroom because he was already running late. School sucks.

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Yoongi was definitely late in their first class. But he doesn’t mind ‘cause he’s edgy and he thinks that being late is cool. Not really cool though when it’s a free period and he’s hurrying to copy his best friend’s Math homework before their teacher comes. What a lazy ass.

And now we introduce his best friend! His best friend, who is most probably the cutest human being in the planet that I have to stop myself from cooing. He also got this thick, black hair, puffy, rosy cheeks, and eyes that, ugh, those eyes that turn into crescents when he smiles. He’s also kind of small (smol) so it adds to the cuteness (although he is just almost the same height as Yoongi, but you get me). Someone’s got to be a whole ass blind if they don’t think that this dude isn’t the cutest bub in the world.

Okay, so this best friend-wait. I forgot to tell his name, haha. His name is Park Jimin by the way. So, we have Min Yoongi and Park Jimin. Best friends for life. Bros for forever. Destined soulmates. But enough with the labels. Moving on. While Yoongi’s so busy copying the Math homework, Jimin’s in front of him with his elbows on his best friend’s desk while his chin was rested on his hands.

“Why are you always late?” Jimin said to the busy Yoongi. Well, Yoongi’s not always late, I’ll give him that. There are just days that Yoongi’s too in love with his bed, I mean, who doesn’t have those days?

Yoongi, being the rude ass that he is when he’s catching up with copying Jimin’s homework, deadpans, “Because humans need sleep.”

Yoongi picked up his pace in writing as Jimin scoffed, “I’m a human, I also sleep, but I’m never late.”

“Good for you, Mr. Park Jimin,” Yoongi answered. If it were me, I’d probably would have smacked Yoongi’s hand right off the bat. But Jimin’s response was different. Because even though he’s not as violent as your narrator, he is most definitely a tease. Thus, his response was to snatch the notebook from Yoongi’s desk and extend his arm, so it was out of his best friend’s reach.

Of course, as he was pressed for time since he really should have done his homework the night before and should not have been cramming instead, Yoongi protested. “Hey!” His voice was irritated which to others might have been a signal that he wasn’t playing. And Jimin should have caught this, ‘cause heck, he was the best friend! Surely, he knows this. But when Jimin had started to tease, he’s kind of blind even in his best friend’s emotions. He even had the audacity to stick a tongue out at Yoongi. Wow. Yikes.

It wasn’t really rage that prompted Yoongi to stick out his hand and grab his best friend on his free arm. Okay, maybe it is. He’s irritated because it’s only a few minutes left until their teacher comes and he’s still not finished in copying Jimin’s homework. Jesus Christ, Yoongi, if you just did that last night then all-oh. Oh my god, their faces are only a fist away when Yoongi yanked Jimin’s arm. What is this sudden bromance?

Although, there isn’t really any romance ‘cause they’re best friends and all. No feelings. Not really. No, but seriously, if Yoongi was little bit rougher on his end, their faces could have landed on top of each other, oh god.

Yoongi was about to say something along the lines of ‘give it here’ or ‘not now Jimin’ (lowkey, that’s bullying, Yoongi) when he suddenly felt an incoming cough again in his throat. Much like from this morning when he was in bed. Out of reflex, he had let go of Jimin’s arm and covered his mouth. His insides were squirming, like there was something inside him that was travelling from his lungs and through his throat and was threatening to come out. Yoongi eventually coughed. Continuously. He was coughing so hard that he had to turn around to not spit any saliva on Jimin’s face. Our poor Yoongi.

“Hey,” Yoongi heard Jimin say from behind, “you okay?” But Yoongi was too busy coughing. There was this weird shit coming out of his mouth again. Yoongi felt a soft pat on his back that progressed to several, soft strokes.

After a few more seconds, and when Yoongi’s sure that he had already gained attention from their other classmates, his coughing had subsided. His eyes immediately landed on his palm, where surprisingly, three pieces of petals, much like the petal that morning on his bed, were placed.

“Hey,” Jimin patted his back again, making Yoongi get his focus back on what they were previously engaged in. Yoongi immediately hid the petals in his fist and turned around again to face Jimin.

“Just let me copy your homework,” Yoongi mumbled, his voice going a bit rough from the coughing. Jimin must have sensed something wrong and just went on to give back his notebook for Yoongi to copy from as he softly whispered an ‘okay’. For the whole day, Yoongi was spaced out after that ‘petal event’ as he started to call it.

Okay. So, it’s gross to say, but let’s go inside Yoongi’s brain for a moment. Or maybe I should’ve used mind. Let’s use mind.

The first layer of Yoongi’s brain-I mean mind, consisted of ‘what the fucks’ and ‘how the fucks’. First of all, what the fuck is going on inside his body? Like, what is the meaning of all these coughing up petals in random ass moments? Well, it’s just been twice, but still, it was weird as fuck. Second, how the fuck did those petals get inside his body? In his entire life, Yoongi swears he never consumed petals before. Maybe once, when his family decided to go to this fancy dinner and they were served a desert with flowers. But they were edible flowers. And they weren’t in fact, cherry blossoms. And they were most likely have been digested by now.

The second and last layer of his mind (Yoongi’s a straightforward guy okay, it’s not because he wasn’t thinking that deep let me assure you) was about this disease he’s only heard of from the adults when he was still a toddler. Okay, not a toddler, but when he was young. Like, really, really young. Like, just knew how to sing the alphabet and count from one to ten kind of young. You get the point. So, about this disease-

“Yoongi, I’m sorry,” Jimin was pouting (pouting!) when he turned around to face Yoongi after their last class have finished. I’m telling you, if it was any other human being, they would quickly melt in the sight of Jimin’s pout (pout!) as he apologized. But, sad to say, it was Yoongi, so he’s kind of used to this pouting (pouting, oh my god) technique of Jimin.

“For what?” Yoongi asked, because he doesn’t really know. In context, Yoongi was the one who should have apologized for snapping at Jimin earlier. Jimin continued answering as he started to shove his notebooks inside his bag.

“For teasing you earlier, I didn’t realize you weren’t in the mood,” Jimin answered. And finally, Yoongi felt the guilt inside his gut.

“Nah, everything’s fine,” Yoongi brushed off and started to pack up his things too. “Sorry for snapping at you. It was uncalled for.” Yeah, really it was uncalled. Because you shouldn’t be pissed that Jimin wasn’t letting you copy his homework even though you’re his best friend.

When the both of them have finished fixing their stuff and have left their classroom, Jimin asked, “Why weren’t you even in the mood? Is everything okay?”

Everything was okay. I mean, you know, nothing was really out of place in Yoongi’s day. Normal day, he woke up, went to school, got out of school. Nothing new. Except for the fact that he was coughing up flowers. Now that’s not okay. Personally, I’m quite impressed that Yoongi wasn’t panicking by this point. If it were others, they’re probably already screaming their heads off and running around like a maniac the moment that single petal left their system. But he’s Yoongi, so he’s cool and calm. There may be a part of his brain where the workers there are intensely screaming but everything’s good. He’s just been coughing up a few pieces of petals. Not a big deal.

“WHAT?!” Jimin yelled at the top of his voice. His tone was scandalized and Yoongi swears one of his ear drums just popped. There was an invisible blood streaming down his ears. That’s overdramatic, but that’s at least what Yoongi felt. They have just got out of the school premises and a number of students around them stopped to look at what was the sudden commotion.

“What do you mean you were coughing up petals?!” Jimin yelled again, but Yoongi was quick to cover his best friend’s mouth with his whole hand. His hand that was as big as Jimin’s face, haha, Yoongi got big hands. Yaoi hands. But that doesn’t matter, because Jimin, as gross as it is, licked Yoongi’s palm the moment it landed on his face. Like it was a normal thing to do. Well, it is, because they’re best friends. Duh.

“Shut up, ‘Min, oh my god,” Yoongi walked pass Jimin, feeling so embarrassed by the attention that was on them. He quickened his pace that Jimin has to jog to be by his side again.

“Okay, be honest with me,” Jimin huffed, “I’m your best friend, I deserve to know.”

Oh, there it goes, the best friend card. Your move, Yoongi.

“Fuck’s sake, yeah, I am, since this morning. Jesus, tone it down, others might hear,” Yoongi quickly answered, shoving his hands inside his front pockets of his pants.  Ugh, that was so easy. Maybe make it more dramatic, Yoongi?

“Wait, hold up,” Jimin held out his hand and reached for Yoongi’s arm to stop him from walking, “is it-is it true?”

Yoongi sighed, “It’s true. Want evidence?” Yoongi’s right hand shoved more inside of his pocket and-oh no, please don’t tell me-oh, yep. That’s it, he’s getting the petals. He’s taking the damn petals out and is now showing them to Jimin, who, on the other hand, is now slowly reaching for the petals and-oh my god, is he really picking it up? It came from Yoongi’s lungs, for fuck’s sake. With his saliva and maybe a little bit of phlegm. Is he really examining it? Yep, he is now. Jesus, that shit’s just gross.

“Oh my god,” Jimin exclaimed, letting go of the petal and leaving it to fall on the ground as he covered his mouth with his hands. “Did that really come out of you?”

“Jimin,” Yoongi sighed again, “when I was copying your homework, I coughed right? That came out of me. And in English class, when I ran outside the room because I said I needed to use the bathroom? I was also a coughing mess and those came out of me.”

When we compare these best friends, Jimin was, to say, more emotional than Yoongi. And even though they haven’t talked about the possibility of what was happening to Yoongi, Jimin was already on the verge of tears after learning about the petals. So, Yoongi, as any other best friend wouldn’t do to comfort the break down of their own, dead-on smacked Jimin on the head. Nice.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Yoongi said, as he started to walk again, leaving Jimin cursing in pain and how Yoongi was a complete shithead. Yeah, you tell him, Jimin.

Jimin jogged up to Yoongi and smacked his best friend on the head too as revenge, “That’s not dramatic, I’m concerned. You know what this means, right?”

“Well,” Yoongi stopped in his tracks, “I know that it’s called Hanahaki and...”

Yoongi seemed to think hard, really hard to complete his sentence. But who was he kidding? The only thing he knows about this coughing up petals shit is that it’s a flower disease called Hanahaki. That’s the only thing he remembers from all the talk from the adults when he was a child.

Yoongi gave up, “Yeah, no, that’s all I got.”

He earned another smack on the head and this time he was ready to pounce back because that actually quite hurt. Jimin maybe has the smallest of hands, but they were fucking heavy and hard. That’s not a sexual innuendo. They were heavy and hard like steel. Okay, they hurt so much, yeah?

“Be serious! Hanahaki is a serious thing! There’s only like one out of a million people who gets it!” Jimin exclaimed, tone getting high and somewhat annoyed.

“Okay, then, what the fuck is this Hanahaki shit if you’re so smart about it?” Yoongi was also getting annoyed. Don’t worry, it’s normal for best friends to raise their tones at each other. Your narrator doesn’t have one in real life, but that’s what we’re assuming what happens in between best friends.

“Hanahaki is deadly!” Jimin answered, “One moment you’re coughing up these petals, the next moment, you’re dead.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but be sarcastic, “And why would I be dead?”

“Because!” Jimin grabbed his best friend’s hand and tugged him forward to walk quickly behind him.

“Because what?” Yoongi asked again, letting Jimin pull him aggressively.

“Okay, fuck, I don’t know,” Jimin confessed (lmao these idiots), “let’s just hurry up and research on this disease you caught.”

“Research where?” Oh my god, stop Yoongi from continuously asking questions, everything’s so obvious.

“In your house, of course! I’m going to stay over until we solve this!” Jimin, it’s not really something to solve about, but you guys do you.

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So, here we are. It’s already night. Everyone has eaten their dinner. Most are probably lazing off on their couches or beds, while others are maybe already asleep. In the Min household though, while the Min parents are already minding their own businesses inside their room (they’re sleeping, okay), one bedroom has still a lightbulb lit up. You guessed it right, readers, it’s Yoongi’s bedroom. Surprise, surprise.

Yoongi and Jimin were slumped on the floor, their faces too close to each other as they scrolled on a page from Yoongi’s laptop. The homepage was titled ‘Hanahaki Disease: What You Need To Know’ and they probably have spent a good hour on the website already.

Here’s what they know so far. Jimin was most definitely right, that the disease was deadly as fuck. Some are born with it, some may catch it in their later years. Yoongi was most definitely the latter. Because, you know, he’s almost an adult, and that’s what the website says. Moving on. A person catches it for no apparent reason, but once they’ve caught it, there is no way of escaping. Sounds really terrifying, to be honest. The premise of the disease is quite simple and kind of romantic. One gets the disease when they’re in a one-sided love. And the only way of being ‘cured’ is if the one-sided love is returned or you get surgery to replace your heart. But the second shit’s scary because once you get the surgery, you can never feel any emotions again. Like deadass nothing. Happiness, sadness, all of them gone.

Here’s the scarier part though. If you don’t choose to take surgery, but your one-sided love isn’t returned, you die. As simple as that. More specifically, the petals bloom and bloom and take over your heart and lungs until it fucking grows roots and shit and you choke on those petals and your own blood and even-what the fuck kind of disease is this, it’s fucking morbid. You’re so screwed, Yoongi.

“You’re so screwed, Yoongi,” Jimin whispered as he scrolled down on the website where the subheading ‘How To Surgically Remove Your Heart’ was seen.

“I am most definitely in deep shit, yeah,” Yoongi agreed. By the way, just after they’ve eaten dinner, Yoongi coughed up a couple of petals again, maybe four or five. Yeah, they counted because why not.

“But like,” Jimin faced Yoongi, their faces only inches apart and your narrator is definitely not squirming, “who are you even in love with?”

Yoongi shrugged very innocently, “Fuck, you tell me. I don’t even know what love is in the first place. And this shit’s telling me I’m in a one-sided love? Fuck that, I’m getting a surgery.”

“What? No!” Jimin shouted, right in front of Yoongi’s left ear. “That’s sad! You won’t feel emotions again if you do!”

Yoongi winced in pain because Jimin’s pitch was really high, he needs to control that. “Okay, first, stop shouting in front of my ear. Second, what do you want me to do then?”

“I will shout whenever I want especially if stupid words come out of your mouth,” Jimin said, sitting up from the floor and pressing his back on the foot of the bed. “You said you didn’t know who you’re in love with, right? Well, we just got to find them and make them love you back.”

Yoongi sat up straight too. He smiled widely at Jimin, with that gummy smile of his and twinkling eyes. He put his hands over his chest and made the most dramatic tone ever in his life, “That is the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard, Park Jimin. I will rather rip my heart out myself rather than do that.”

“Okay, fuck you, Min Yoongi. This friendship?” Jimin used his index finger to point between him and Yoongi, “Cancelled.”

Yoongi quickly sat beside Jimin and pushed him slightly, his own way of showing his cute side. His motherfucking cute side. “I’m sorry, but really this is crazy,” Yoongi said. And it is. It’s kind of hard to find your loved one in a pool of…people.

“I know,” Jimin whispered, leaning his head onto Yoongi’s, “I’m just trying to help. Do you want to tell it to your parents?”

Yoongi leaned his head onto Jimin’s too, “Maybe, but not now. I’m still trying to wrap my head around this thing that’s happening to me.”

Jimin held out his hand in front of Yoongi, and with no hesitation, Yoongi took it. He interlaced their fingers ever so softly and Jimin sighed into the touch. The most normal and usual thing they do when they want to comfort each other.

“Let’s just try, okay? For now,” Jimin whispered again. It was soothing, his voice, and Yoongi was sure that they were the sweetest words ever.

“Okay. For now,” Yoongi quietly answered.

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I’m…I’m sorry, this was too soft and sad. Yoongi, you can do it. I’m cheering you on the sides. You will find your love and they will love you back! This narrator promises! You don’t see it, but there’s a pinky promise going over here. I’m not going to end this story with you dying. Fuck that shit. We’re going for rainbows and happy endings here.

Okay, now back to the story.

The next day, so that’s a Thursday, another day of school. Unfortunately. Because school still sucks. But to our main characters here, it is fortunate for them because oh yeah, they can easily weed out who on Earth Yoongi’s in love with.

They started out with their classmates. The two weren’t really that close with the others. Most of the time, the best friends only treat their classmates as…plain classmates. They weren’t in bad terms though, so to say. They still say hello to each other and give out friendly smiles. It’s just, they weren’t close with them. They’re just not close with them, okay?

Okay. But even if they weren’t that close, maybe in a turn of events, Yoongi was really in love with one of them. Because, you know, where the hell would they even look for if not in their own classroom? This is where Yoongi spends his days everyday anyway.

Jimin, the best friend that he is, listed all of their classmates in one whole sheet of paper with those little checkboxes beside them. Every now and then, when they had their free time, Jimin would turn around from his seat and ask Yoongi of what he thought about one of their classmates that was on the list. Believe me, they tried so hard to be discreet.

“Choi Seojun?” Jimin asked when lunch time came. They were spending their lunch inside the male’s bathroom, because, why not? They ate their lunch faster than the others. Also, Yoongi might have coughed up a couple more petals after lunch.

Yoongi was leaning his back onto the sinks as he shook his head, “Not my type. Also, he’s a big yandere. Have you seen him when he’s alone? Fucking terrifying.”

“What the fuck is a yandere?” Jimin’s face was scrunched up in confusion as he put a cross mark over the box beside their classmate’s name.

Yoongi stared at him for a while and shook his head again, “I don’t know why I’m friends with you.”

“Shut up. Okay, how about Kim Soojin?” Jimin continued. He looked back at Yoongi who was now staring at the ceiling and looking like he was thinking hard. Sigh, if only these guys knew.

“No,” Yoongi answered after a good minute. Wow, a hard no to Kim Soojin.

“No?” Jimin walked and stood beside him as he placed the piece of paper and his pen on the sink. That paper’s going to soak in water, Jimin. You’re in a fucking bathroom, every where’s wet there. Yep, there it goes, the end is now soaked in water and it is now travelling but the shithead doesn’t even realize it because his whole focus is on Yoongi. Dear god.

“No,” Yoongi answered again, looking straight at Jimin. Stop it with the no’s! We get it!

“Why not?” Jimin asked, “She’s cute and friendly. Kinda smart too.”

“Kinda smart?” Yoongi raised a brow.

“Well, yeah. She passes our exams and all.”

Yoongi hummed, eyes not leaving Jimin. He’s totally examining him from head to toe. If they weren’t best friends since birth, one would say that Yoongi was totally checking Jimin out. In the creepiest fucking way ever. Jimin noticed this, of course he noticed this.

“What?” Jimin deadpanned.

“Mr. Park Jimin,” Yoongi stroked his chin as if he was a detective of some sort, lmao what a loser, “I think you’re the one who has a crush on Ms. Kim Soojin! Ha!”

Jimin looked offended, but his expression quickly changed to a ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ kind of face. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Min Yoongi.” Fuck, I was right.

“What? You think Kim Soojin is cute, and friendly, and smart. I think you have a crush on her,” Yoongi chuckled. He really chuckled, haha, this idiot.

“Please don’t tell me you’re serious, Yoongi, because I will really strangle you,” Jimin stepped forward and nearer to Yoongi’s space, but his best friend didn’t even flinch and thought of backing off.

“Why are you so mad?” Yoongi asked, his hands coming up in a surrender mode.

“Have you really forgotten that I’m gay?” Jimin also raised a brow as he crossed his arms over his chest, completely judging the presence of his best friend. Well, maybe not so best friend now because Yoongi very obviously forgotten this big aspect of Jimin’s whole being.

Yoongi’s eyes grew wide, “Oh shit, you right.” Min Yoongi is a fucking idiot.

After all this debacle again about Jimin being gay, in some miraculous way, they saved the paper where their classmates’ names were listed. Unfortunately though, they didn’t arrive to someone being anywhere near Yoongi’s type, or even just a slight approval from him. Yoongi didn’t even bat an eyelid as he rejected the thought of being in love with his classmates as Jimin announced their names one by one.

Although, Jimin thinks that maybe Yoongi just needs to open his heart more and be social with the people in their school. Maybe he found someone attractive one time, but he didn’t think much of it. Jimin was a man on a mission. Or a gay on a mission. Whatever. He was on a mission! And his best friend’s life depends on it! Literally! He hates seeing Yoongi go to the bathroom every now and then just to intensely cough like his life was being sucked out of him only to have petals come out of his mouth. Yoongi doesn’t say it, but that shit’s so brutal.

So, Jimin devised a plan. Well, not really a plan because it’s kind of sucky and more or less it was leaning to an open failure. But it was still a plan! Let’s believe on Jimin. He got this.

The plan involved shoving Yoongi to anyone who was alone in a table every time their lunch break came. It was so awkward every time Jimin left Yoongi alone with someone on a table. Most of the time, Yoongi haven’t even spoken to them once in his life. It was so cringeworthy I don’t even want to describe it. And let’s not get into this other plan of Jimin. Or let’s get into it because oh god, Jimin my fingers are folding. He wasn’t just content with pushing Yoongi onto people’s table’s every lunch hour, but he also would push Yoongi to anyone in their room when their private study time comes. Jimin would literally drag Yoongi’s chair and table beside a classmate and force him to study with said classmate. I’m done. Jimin, you’re done with this whole socializing thing. Let’s move on to your next plan.

The next plan leaned more onto Yoongi’s feelings and not just forcing him to every other human being that Jimin could lay his eyes on. Mostly because Yoongi has had enough and it was already stressing him out to talk with people who he haven’t even interacted with for more than a minute. Also, because Yoongi convinced Jimin that he was coughing more flowers every day because of the socializing thing. Nice job, Yoongi.

Anyway, to the plan! There was still paper involved. And a pen. Jimin seemed to love papers and pens in this mission. But it was printed paper with questions in it that Jimin collated from different websites which deemed reliable enough. The questions were from websites that had the headings ‘How To Know If You’re In Love’, Top 10 Questions To Ask If You’re In Love’, and many more. I’m not going to say them one by one. You can’t force me.

Jimin made Yoongi sit on his study chair while he sat opposite of his best friend, on Yoongi’s bed. It was like a freaking hot seat for Yoongi with dimmed lights and all. It wasn’t necessary but Jimin, having the overdramatic ass that he has, went on and chose to strain his eyes from the lack of light. Sometimes, no, wait, most of the time, I question their common sense too. Don’t worry, you’re not alone.

“Okay, Min Yoongi,” Jimin started, but everything was too funny for Yoongi that he had to cut his best friend off.

“Yes, Park Jimin?” Yoongi snickered. I mean, if I were him, I’d do that too.

“First of all, shut up,” Jimin held out a finger, “Second, don’t fucking talk unless you’re asked to speak.”

Yoongi closed his mouth, but he was still obviously smiling because of the ridiculousness of the scene. He knows Jimin was only trying his best, and he’s grateful for that. Really grateful. But everything looks so stupid when Jimin’s straining his eyes while trying to read the first line on his piece of paper. Just turn on the freaking lights, Jimin. This isn’t a cult initiation.

“Okay, Min Yoongi, question number one,” Jimin started, “Do you feel any kind of addiction towards a person?”

“What the fuck does that suppose to mean?” Yoongi was still smiling even though the question sounded really stupid to him.

“I don’t know, it says here that it means you always want to be with them and you can’t stop thinking about them,” Jimin answered, not taking his eyes off the paper. Yoongi thought hard as he only stared at Jimin. A couple of seconds pass but no one was coming to mind.

“No, not really,” Yoongi answered.

Jimin looked up at him and raised a brow, “I need you to be really honest with me here, like the first one who pops inside your head.”

Yoongi thought about the question again, but no one was really coming into mind. Just blank and a series of faces that were overlapping each other. He only shrugged at his best friend as an answer.

“Whatever, second question,” Jimin continued, going back to his paper and scribbling a few notes before announcing the second question, “Do you feel any sense of jealousy when someone is having fun with another one?”

“What?” Yoongi was confused again. That was so fucking vague of a question, even I’m confused.

“What I mean is, do you feel jealous?” Jimin explained. That was simpler and easier to understand, thank you Jimin.

“Not really? I mean, the guys in front of us had the last batch of kimchi from lunch earlier and I was jealous I didn’t get any. Am I in love with the cafeteria lady?” That’s not even near funny, Yoongi, stop it.

“That’s not funny, Yoongi,” Jimin sighed, he understands me. “You know what I mean.”

Yoongi sighed as well, “Well then no, I don’t feel jealous.” No, Yoongi, you feel jealous sometimes when you see Jimin having fun with others while they’re out playing soccer in the field and you can’t play with them because you are not any good. But that’s a different story.

Jimin only shook his head and went back to squinting at his paper, “Fine, third question. Do you feel any need for physical affection from someone?”

Yoongi was thinking hard again. Well, he doesn’t really feel the need for affection, but he does like-

“I do like holding your hand sometimes,” Yoongi blurted out. Slip of the tongue. Freudian slip. Blame Freud. But heck, they’re best friends, that’s normal.

“I’m an exception,” Jimin held out his hand and wiggled them in front of Yoongi, “Everyone wants to hold my hand.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and stood up from his seat to go beside Jimin on the bed instead. Jimin was about to protest but as soon as Yoongi’s back hit the soft sheets of his bed and he had taken Jimin’s free hand that was lying beside him, he went quiet. Yoongi quietly interlaced their fingers again, just like what he would normally do. A normal thing to do. What best friends do.

“Do you still want to do this?” Jimin asked him in the softest way possible. But Yoongi’s eyes were already closed. It was late anyway, Jimin has to go home in a few minutes or else it would be too dark. Yoongi only grunted in response, and Jimin took it as a ‘no’, so he left the paper beside him and lied his whole body down beside his best friend.

“I feel weird,” Yoongi whispered when he felt Jimin’s body sinking down on his bed.

“How weird?” Jimin’s voice was reassuring, but he knows it’s only a ruse to what he’s really feeling inside: panicked and whole lot of concern.

“I’m not sure,” Yoongi answered, “Like there’s something inside of me eating me up.”

Jimin tried to joke, “The flowers?” And he was successful because he suddenly made Yoongi laugh.

“Maybe,” Yoongi chuckled. He opened his eyes and turned his head sideways to face Jimin, who was already facing him. There was a sudden, thick air between them. Something that they both can’t decipher the meaning to.

“We’ll get through this, Yoongs, I promise,” Jimin said. He lifted his head and slowly leaned towards Yoongi to kiss his best friend’s forehead. The kiss was so soft and so innocent that Yoongi found himself wanting more. But Jimin had to leave. He just had to leave. “I’ll see you tomorrow, I need to go home now. We’ll hang out the whole day, okay?”

Yoongi hummed as both of them sat up. He found himself just staring at Jimin’s figure as he packed up his things to get ready to leave.

“You should rest early, Yoongi,” Jimin said, slinging one of the straps in his bag over his shoulder, “You coughed a lot of petals today and let me tell you it wasn’t pretty.” Well, petals with saliva aren’t never pretty anyway. Yoongi only nodded in response as he waved Jimin goodbye while his best friend left his room.

So, here we are. Yoongi, all alone again with his thoughts. He was about to lie down again when he noticed the piece of paper where Jimin’s questions were on earlier. He picked it up and lied down on his bed as he read through it. Maybe another round wouldn’t hurt. It would also be more genuine since Yoongi was alone anyway. Why don’t we go inside Yoongi’s mind again, shall we?

The first question was: Do you feel any kind of addiction towards a person? As Jimin said earlier, it means that you can’t stop thinking about another person and you always want to be with them. Jimin also said to answer with the first one that pops inside your head.

Jimin.

Yoongi can’t think of anyone though. His mind was drawing a blank. Well, not really, because no one can actually have a blank mind. You’d have to be dead if that happens. Or maybe he’s just trying not to think of someone. Yoongi’s mind definitely have someone in it. If you’re dumb and you haven’t caught on, I’m not telling anymore.

The second question was about jealousy. Yoongi doesn’t feel jealous. Not at all. Except for those times that I’ve mentioned earlier when he sees Jimin having fun with the other dudes while playing soccer. He’s not even jealous that he’s a bad player. He’s jealous because Jimin’s having fun with others and not him. Stupid soccer. He also knows that he’s Jimin’s first priority but of course, there are times that Jimin would like to hang out with others. They’re not that close with their classmates but his best friend is definitely friendlier than him.

Jimin.

Other than Jimin, Yoongi doesn’t really feel any kind of jealousy for others. He’s not even that remotely jealous of specific people swooning over the popular kids. If you’re not sensing a pattern here, I don’t know anymore.

The third one asked about affection. And, to tell you the truth, Yoongi’s only ever had any physical affection of some sort with his best friend and no others. The hugging, the leaning ointo each other’s weights, the hand holding. Even the kissing. On the forehead. They would never kiss on any part of their body because that’s just beyond their best friend-ship.

Jimin.

Yoongi wasn’t joking when he said that he likes holding Jimin’s hand. He always likes holding Jimin’s hand and interlacing their fingers together. It gave him the sense of comfort and safety. And when Jimin kisses him on the forehead, it’s like the best feeling in the world. That’s so sweet, I’m squirming. Really, forehead kisses are the best. You ever watched a drama or a movie where the lead characters do that? Ugh. So good.

But then again, Yoongi couldn’t think of anyone else. Maybe he’s in love with Jimin since the only one who pops inside his head is his best friend throughout the questions.

Lol, I mean, Haha, I mean, Yoongi laughed at the thought. That shit’s just ridiculous. He’s not in love with his best friend. That’s stupid. Yoongi’s definitely sweating at the thought. That can’t be. Right?

Without any warning, Yoongi’s chest tightened. And uh oh, the petals are coming again. He swears that he’s already coughed up a bucket load of petals today. He hurriedly stood up and kneeled on the floor. He grabbed his chest as the first cough came out of him. He could already feel the petals travelling through his lungs and his throat; could taste the sweetness and bitterness of the petals. One came out, then two, then another more, but believe me Yoongi was counting. Because he can and he’s gross like that. Seriously, why does he always count the petals?

It was a buttload this time, probably around twenty to twenty-five. Yoongi lost count because some petals were sticking over each other ‘cause of his saliva. Anyway, he’s tired and sleepy and he just wants the coughing to end. And yeah, he also needs to sleep early because he is hanging out with Jimin tomorrow. It’s just a whole day playing video games over his best friend’s house but still. Playing video games takes a lot of energy, not many people know that.

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When your first thought the moment you wake up is that you’re possibly in love with your best friend, you are in deep shit, right? Right. Because that’s what Yoongi thought too the moment he woke up, sweating all over and just coughing a bunch of petals again. He’s so sure that his death is near. He probably needs to get that surgery now or die of a painful death because no way that he’s in love with someone. Especially not with his best friend.

“Ah, Yoongi!” Jimin’s mother greeted him the moment the door opened. She was always so cheery that Yoongi couldn’t help but smile widely at her too. The friendliness runs in the family. Even from Jimin’s father, but he’s not here right now. Maybe busy doing something outside or whatever. The parents aren’t that too important right now.

“Is ‘Min in his room?” Yoongi asked. Of course, Jimin was in his room. He’s always in his room rotting away and playing video games there and doing other things god knows what. Why was he even asking?

“Of course,” See? “But I think he’s still sleeping. He was up until dawn studying.”

“Studying? That’s new,” Yoongi joked, but he was already heading towards Jimin’s room.

“Yes, wake him up for me, Yoongi? I’ll start cooking lunch for later,” Jimin’s mother answered as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Jimin’s room was much like his, plain and doesn’t have much color, only a bit smaller. They were the simplistic and minimalistic best friends, as they would like to call themselves. So, Yoongi felt at home whenever he’s in Jimin’s room. Although, now there’s this unexplainable nervous feeling that’s eating him up inside at the thought that he’ll get to see his best friend again after his wild and random thoughts last night. Pfft, in love with his best friend. Get a grip, Yoongi.

When Yoongi opened the door to Jimin’s room, he was immediately welcomed by the sound of Jimin snoring. He was always the loud snorer between the two of them but Yoongi never minded that. There are times that Jimin’s snores actually comforted him. No matter how weird that sounds.

Yoongi closed the door softly so as to not surprise his best friend that someone’s in his room. He walked slowly, and when he reached Jimin’s bed side, there was Jimin. Only wearing shorts, loosely fitting his thighs, and a white t-shirt that has come up his stomach. His arms were above his head and his legs were sprawled widely. He looked freaking ridiculous compared to Yoongi who doesn’t move and only at his side when he’s asleep. But it doesn’t faze Yoongi. Only a fond look was what he could do while nearing his best friend.

Yoongi gently pushed Jimin aside as he slowly lied beside him. His heart was thumping quickly than before, and he’s afraid that he might cough petals again. But he didn’t. Jimin moved aside and peeked behind one of his eyelids to see that Yoongi was lying beside him. He immediately adjusted his space and hugged his best friend before prompting back to sleep.

“You’re sleeping again?” Yoongi asked as his hand reached out to caress Jimin’s hair, “Your mom said you were up until dawn studying. What were you studying, ‘Min?”

Jimin leaned on to the touch, sniffing a bit of Yoongi’s perfume. He had always liked Yoongi’s perfume. In the rough morning voice he had, Jimin answered, “You.”

“Me?” And Yoongi thinks that the flowers have started to choke him because wow, that kind of attack is just forbidden.

“Yeah, the Hanahaki,” Jimin answered, “I don’t want you to die dumbass.”

“If you would just let me do the surgery then-,” Yoongi protested, but Jimin was already backing up, his eyes glaring at him.

“You’ll be a robot the moment you do that. It’s selfish of me, but I think you’re already dead the moment you don’t have any emotions anymore.” Jimin was too worked up in the moment, too heated up. Yoongi would argue just like normal, but for some reason, it wasn’t a normal day. Yoongi only smiled and pulled Jimin back to his side to continue caressing his hair. This is just…this is such a sweet moment, oh my god.

Jimin continued, “I’d volunteer myself to be your crush or the one you’re in love with but that shit’s not easy.”

Did Jimin just…? No, he didn’t! Wait, but he did. Hold on tight ladies, we boardin’ the feels train.

“You’d do that?” Yoongi asked him, a smile threatening to form on his face.

“Of course, you’re my best friend. I’d do anything for your ass,” Jimin closed his eyes again and hummed at the soft stroking of his head. That’s not meant to be a sexual innuendo by the way.

“It takes two to tango though,” Yoongi continued, “What if I did love you but you don’t?”

“I already love you,” Jimin answered. Oh. OH. Wait, what?

“You love me as your best friend, your bro, your gay for life buddy.” At this point, Yoongi had stopped stroking Jimin’s head. Again, not a sexual innuendo. This is pure innocent. Everything’s becoming serious now, shush.

Jimin turned around, his back now facing Yoongi, “Yeah, well…”

Yoongi sat up, his eyes never leaving Jimin’s back figure, “Well?”

“Nothing,” Jimin whispered, and it was fortunate that Yoongi caught it. Yoongi, it’s time. You’ve got to tell him. Don’t be such a coward now.

“You know what ‘Min, last night, I did the questions by myself again,” Yoongi said as he lied his back down again. There you go, cowboy. You got this.

Jimin turned his body again to face Yoongi. His eyes were wider now, indicating that he wasn’t going back to sleep anymore, “Yeah?”

“For some reason, I,” Yoongi could only see him, Jimin, “I only thought of you.”

As if Jimin’s eyes couldn’t get any wider as he quickly sat up, “Shit, are you in love with me?”

Yoongi mirrored the action, “Shit, am I in love with you?”

As two idiot best friends would do, they just stared at each other while processing the words that came out of their mouths. Not even moving a single bit. Maybe only their eyelids. The mouths hanged, and they looked like complete dumbasses. Like, you guys should be kissing now or whatever. because I’m pretty sure Jimin’s in love with you too, Yoongi.

“I think I’m in love with you,” Yoongi finally said after a couple of seconds passed. Yeah, you are, Yoongi. Your turn, Jimin.

“Shit, I’m the one killing you! Oh my god,” Jimin hurriedly left the bed and paced back and forth. Okay, not the kind of response I was expecting. He put his hands above his head and continued mumbling, “But that can’t be. If you’re in love with me, you shouldn’t have gotten the disease.”

Yoongi also got out of the bed and stood in front of Jimin, “What do you mean? What?” Yeah, what, Jimin?

“I mean, I’m not sure because I haven’t really given much thought but still-,” Jimin was cut off by Yoongi who stopped his pacing and held his face with both of his hands.

He forced Jimin to look at him, “Look at me, dumbass. Breathe then start from the beginning.”

Jimin nodded then inhaled through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. He stared right back at Yoongi, “I think I’ve liked you way before, but I didn’t want to think much about it because of our friendship. So, now if you’re really in love with me, then I guess I should also be true to myself now and say that I’m also in love with you.”

Finally! That’s what I was waiting for!

“You’re joking,” Yoongi raised a brow. Just, Yoongi, you know, accept it, oh my god. End this story now.

“I’m not,” Jimin smiled, “I think I’m in love with you too.”

Yoongi leaned back, trying to examine his best friend, “You sure?” Yoongi, come on, just believe him. I’m getting frustrated here.

Jimin rolled his eyes and leaned his weight on one foot, “I fucking am, oh my god, Yoongi. And can you please remove your hands on my face now, they’re getting kind of sweaty.”

“Okay, fine, I believe you,” fucking finally, and Yoongi did remove his hands before wiping them off on his pants. “But like, how do this work? Is my Hanahaki gone now?”

“I,” Jimin’s brows furrowed in confusion, “I don’t really know. We could kiss or whatever?” Yes please, just kiss each other, Jesus Christ.

Yoongi looked at him as if he was telepathically saying, ‘r u serious bro’ and maybe that’s what he really said. “Are you serious, bro?”

“Don’t ‘bro’ me,” Jimin glared again, “And we’ve kissed before so don’t be such a bitch.”

“Not on the lips!” Yoongi raised his hands above his head in a form of surrender.

“It’s just a fucking kiss, don’t be so dramatic. Just,” Jimin stepped closer into Yoongi’s space, “you know, kiss me.”

The kiss itself wasn’t so eventful, but dear god was it the sweetest thing ever. Jimin was the one who took the lead, as all their kisses go. At first it was only a peck, and then they did that thing in movies where the characters stare at each other for a moment and then dive in for a kiss again. They must have done that for about three times before they properly kissed each other because they both are a fucking tease with each other.

When it came to the proper kiss though, ho ho, I mean holy shit, I mean, Yoongi thinks that it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Jimin’s lips was soft as usual, but now he could really feel it. They danced their lips over each other and there might have been a little bit of tongue technology involved. When they couldn’t breathe anymore and had stopped latching onto each other’s faces, Jimin examined Yoongi. Maybe to see if there was anything that changed from Yoongi.

“So,” Jimin said, “feel anything?”

“The fuck do you mean ‘feel anything’?” Yoongi smiled widely, “I feel ecstatic! You’re a great kisser, you know that?”

Jimin smacked the side of Yoongi’s arm playfully, “Not that you shithead. I mean, like inside? Do you feel the flowers gone now?”

Yoongi placed both his hands over his chest, trying to find out if there was anything different. “I, uh, I feel nothing. Fucking nothing.”

“What do you mean nothing?” Jimin asked, stepping closer again and placing his own hand above Yoongi’s.

“I mean, I can definitely breathe easier now,” Yoongi said, “Does that mean the petals are gone?”

“Fuck if I know, it’s your body,” his best friend, no hihi, his boyfriend omg, said, “Maybe we should wait it out?”

And they did. Because that’s the only thing that they can do for that day. They waited and waited for Yoongi to cough up petals again for the whole day that they locked themselves inside Jimin’s room while playing a bunch of video games. And maybe sharing kisses here and there because they’re so sweet like that. And guess what? A cough never came again. Well, maybe once. But that’s because Yoongi choked on a piece of chip when he was mindlessly chewing one while playing a first-person shooter game. Besides that, everything’s good.

So, there’s your happy ending. Yoongi caught a deadly flower disease but escaped it because he and Jimin were apparently in love with each other. They’re just idiots that’s why they didn’t notice it before. That’s it. No really sappy sentences to end this story. Just know that Yoongi and Jimin are boyfriends in love now. This is a goodbye now and a happily ever after. Told you we’re going to get a happy ending.