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Hanahaki Disease ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Yoonbum x fem!reader

Warning; Blood, bully/abuse, smut, fem!reader, illness

۶ৎ YOONBUM had Hanahaki Disease, a disease that causes a person to cough up flowers from one sided love. But instead of flowers, it was blood and it wasn’t just a little bit, sometimes it would fill and soak a tissue until the white disappeared.

He’d had it for so long that it had just became apart of his life but that never made it easier.

Y/N L/N was on the other end of that one sided love. They had met during high school. He had accidentally bumped into a boy, a jock, who seemly was already having a bad day and before he could even muster up an apology, he hit the floor. Then the kicks came, sharp, rough and mean. He had curled in on himself, trying to use his legs as a barrier but it was no use. The kicks hit his stomach, his rips and some even reached his head, it was to the point where he started coughing up blood.

Yoonbum had been so close to passing out, his vision swimming and darkening around the edges. But then he heard her, her sandals slapping loudly against the tile as she rushed towards him and it seemed to pulled him back from the darkness. He could still hear those footsteps even years later.

The kicks had stopped abruptly and he could finally feel his lungs start to expand as air rushed back into them. she had pushed the jock with so much force he had landed flat on his ass.

His eyes were barely open, fluttering but he caught a glimpse of her and god was she beautiful, Yoonbum had thought he was dreaming. The way she crouched in front of him and her palm pressed to his cheek. That touch had been the most gentlest thing he’d ever felt in his life, it made the aches that lingered, fade instantly as if it had never beed there in the first place.

When he woke up, he was in the nurses office, laying on his back, an ice pack on his rips and bandages around his head. But he didn’t care about any of that not even the sharp pains he felt when he shifted, searching for her to confirm that it hadn’t been so kind of cruel dream.

He didn’t have to look very far, only a turn of the head and he saw her sitting in a chair next to his bed, concern painting her face.

Her eyes met his and it was over from there.

A few years passed, they had been inseparable. It was rare that you saw her with him glued to her hip, those devoted puppy dog eyes glued to her like she was the only thing in the world.

That was until it was time to go off to college and he had been dreading it. He didn’t want to be separated from her for a few minutes, let alone four years.

It wasn’t like he didn’t try to live without her, he did. He had went to college and she had went to a different one. It was fine for about 2 weeks before he felt a sharp sensation in his chest, more specifically in his heart that never seemed to go away. And shortly after there was blood soaked tissues filling his trash can.

The following week, he was transferring to her college.

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Y/N had been at his apartment all day, watching movies with him, gaming, etc. He was so consumed by her presence that he had almost forgotten about that disease.

But when it was time for her to leave and he was watching her put her shoes on, it finally. hit him.

A violently and nasty cough, erupted from his throat. He quickly grabbed a few tissues from a side table and watched the fabric turn crimson. It must have been so disturbing that Y/N had stopped what she was doing, turing her head to look at him. That same look of concern on her face as the day they met.

Yoonbum quickly pushed the tissue in his hoodie pocket, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

“Are you okay?” she said as she approached him, her hands cupping his face. He leaned into them instinctively, his eyes now flickering with devotion and admiration. She was so beautiful. He didn’t deserve her, he didn’t deserve to have her delicate hands on him.

“Yoonbum.” he heard her say, pulling him out of his thoughts. His attention flickered back up to her, brown eyes searching hers as his brought his hands up to her wrists.

“Y-yes Y/N?” he asked, his dropping so low that it was almost inaudible.

“Are you okay?” she repeated.

“P-please don’t leave…don’t leave me…” he whispered, tears pricking his eyes as he pressed his cheek to her chest, his trembling hands hesitating at her waist.

She placed her hands on his shoulder, pulling back only slightly to look into his eyes once more. Her brows kneeling slightly in a mix of genuine concern.

“Yoonbum..what’s going on? tell me.”

“I have… Hanahkai Disease...” he finally blurted out, his voice so quiet that she thought she didn’t hear him correctly.

He couldn’t look up at her, couldn’t stand the thought of what he might see. Disgust? Anger? Rejection? But when she tilted his head up, forcing his eyes to met hers, he saw none of those things.

“How long?” was all she said after a long moment.

“9 years...”

“Since college? why didn’t you say anything?” she said, her voice shaky.

“Because I-I didn’t want you to look at me like I was a freak!” He cried, his voice raising only slightly as all his emotions started to surface.

“P-please don’t think I’m a freak…I-l love you so much.” he pleaded, pressing his face back into her chest. His arms finally wrapping around her waist, his grip surprisingly strong for how skinny he was.

His tears started to flow freely now, like a dam had just broke within him.

But it wasn’t a dam, it was just a boy that was terrified of losing the only person that had ever kind to him in this cruel world.

Then he felt her kiss him, her lips pressing tenderly to his. He felt his heart stop. It was like the disease had disappeared in those few moments.

After a moment, his lips started to move and it quickly turned from tender to messy, sloppy. He kisses her like he was hungry but it had nothing to do with food. He whimpered into the kiss like even now he was begging her not to leave him.

Somewhere in the haze of kisses, they had made their way to his room. Clothes were discarded and scattered across the floor, leading to the bed.

Was this love? he thought as she pushed him down on the bed and crawled onto his lap, another whimper escaping his kiss swollen lips.

His eyes dropped from her eyes to her exposed breasts that sat so pretty. His hands rose to them, feeling the soft mounts under his sweaty palms.

As his eyes finally found their way back up to hers, he saw her staring down at him, her curls falling to one side. She looked enteral, like a goddess that had fallen from the heavens and somehow ended up in his shitty apartment.

“P-please..” he was all he could say, his eyes flickering with longing and admiration.

He then felt her hand grasp his cock with one hand, guiding it to her entrance and sinking down. It was like everything faded into the background and his world narrowed to her.

He was so loud, the neighbors could probably hear him through the paper thin walls. Yet he didn’t care, he couldn’t even focused on anything but her and the way she felt wrapped around him, gummy walls clenching.

As soon as she started to move, it was over for him. He wasn’t thinking clearly anymore, eyes rolling back in his head as he gripped her hips so hard his knuckles he feared that he’d leave bruises. He never wanted it to end.

But it did come to an end and quickly.

she slammed down on him, he couldn’t hold it anymore. He came hard, ropes of cum slipping deep inside her followed by a scream that anything but quiet.

He was in utter bliss that he didn’t even feel her lean down until her lips pressed to his again and he whimpered into the kiss.

“I-i’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…so fast. I-I can last longer,.” he said into the kiss though it was soon proved that he couldn’t as when she started moving he came almost instantly.

inspiration; @yhwhsdaughter

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December 2nd

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