#yoongi hanahaki
Pairing:Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook
Genre:hanahaki, angst, established relationship
Rating:18+
Word Count: 1300
Warnings:blood, choking, coughing, vomiting, hanahaki disease, relationship issues, fighting, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, mentions of hospitals and medical treatments
A/N:welcome to part two of the series! it is a bit short this time around, but we get to meet JUNGKOOK~~
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The ICU waiting room is suffocating. The room is small and plain and full of people waiting to visit their loved ones. There is a family with about six kids to your left. The youngest children are roaming around, giggling happily. They don’t understand the implications of being in this place.
You shuffle around in the stiff chair, waiting for Yoongi’s doctor to come and speak with you about his condition. The Generic Hotel Art catches your eye. A field of flowers spreading out to the horizon. It’s a little too on the nose. Last night, you saw the illness taking over your boyfriend but you had no idea just how bad it was.
“Ma’am, you’re here to see Min Yoongi, correct?” A man in navy scrubs approaches you, a clipboard in his hands. “I’m Dr. Kim, please follow me this way.”
The doctor leads you through a set of double doors and down a hallway. You can smell the crisp clean scent of the hospital. You can see into each room and with each passing patient a lump grows in your throat
“Let’s stop here for a moment and talk about Yoongi’s course of treatment.” Dr. Kim stops suddenly, a few feet away from what you assume is Yoongi’s room. You can make out a lump in the bed, but the sheer curtains blur his face. “As I’m sure you know, his diagnosis is acute hanahaki disease.” You nod along, images of flower petals invading your mind.
“Unfortunately, the disease is so severe that the typical treatments we use to stop the spread will not be enough.” The doctor pauses as though he wants you to chime in.
“So will you be performing the surgery?” You question, chewing on the dry skin around your thumb nail.
“The surgery is either a very early intervention, or an absolute last resort.” He stops and you realize there is something not clicking in your brain.
“I don’t think I understand.”
“It would take several hours to remove the growths from his lungs and since he is already so weak, his odds of survival are about 25% at best.” The doctor gives you a moment to process the information, to realize how dire this situation truly is. He brings his hand up to squeeze your arm and it hits you like a ton of bricks.
Your legs start to give, but you cling to the wall. The doctor grabs your arms to help steady you. Tears are streaming down your face, each carrying the pain you feel just imagining life without Yoongi.
“Wha- what can you do?” You stutter, waves of sorrow shake your body.
“We need to track down the person he’s in love with and see if there are any feelings there. At this point the safest way to heal Yoongi is the natural way. He needs to feel that his love is, in fact, requited.”
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You’ve never seen Yoongi so pale. And that’s really saying something, seeing as he never goes outside. His hand, that you’ve delicately placed in your own, is clammy. You can tell he’s really uncomfortable, but he still manages to sleep.
For the past hour or so, you’ve been doing two things: waiting for Yoongi to wake up and trying to figure out who stole his heart.
It has to be someone at his job, he’s always either at work or home. You knew a few of his work friends, but there is one name that sticks out. Someone he’s been working more closely with lately.
“Baby?” Yoongi’s hoarse voice cracks, his throat damaged by the foliage growing up from his lungs. He weakly squeezes your hand, and it sends a fresh wave of tears spilling over your lashes.
“Is it Jungkook?” You question him bluntly. He closes his eyes and tries to swallow. “I need to know, it’s your only chance at getting through this.”
Yoongi is unresponsive to your sudden interrogation, so you ask again. “Is it Jungkook?”
He nods.
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“I’m sorry ma’am he is unavailable for the rest of the afternoon.” The receptionist responds to your inquiry to speak to Jeon Jungkook without even looking up from her computer screen.
The lobby of BH Music Group is familiar to you, though the receptionist must be somewhat new if she doesn’t recognize you. The sleek black leather furniture and a wall to wall mural from a local street artist haven’t changed, though. The speakers are playing a chill lo-fi beat track, no doubt created in house.
When Yoongi first got his job here, you visited him quite frequently. He had a little set up in an office with the other newbies, but it wasn’t long before he had his very own studio space. Genius Lab he called it. A bit cocky for an assistant producer, but it fit his brand perfectly. He started getting busier, so your visits became few and far between.
“Is there something else I can help you with?” The reception asks, cocking an eyebrow in your direction.
“Yes, sorry. Ireallyneed to speak with Jungkook.” You stress your words, trying to make her realize the urgency. “I’m Min Yoongi’s girlfriend.” Her eyes grow wide, and she nods before picking up her phone.
“Sir, Min Yoongi’s girlfriend is at the front desk asking to see you.” She pauses and you can just barely make out the sound of someone talking on the other line. She turns her attention to you.
“Ma’am, he’ll see you now.” She gives you a sympathetic look and hangs up her phone.
Two doors down from Genius Lab is Jungkook’s studio, Golden Closet. Standing outside of Jungkook’s studio feels a bit surreal. This isn’t your life, it can’t be. Your boyfriend loves you and only you.
This is the reality you must face though. You reach forward and knock firmly against the door. It takes a long moment of eerie quiet for the door to open. A tall man with big bright eyes looks down at you from behind the door. His skin is flawless and his dark hair hangs, slightly mussed, next to his sharp jaw.
He’s beautiful.
And that makes you hate him even more.
“Hi, Y/N, please come in.” Jungkook bows his head and stands back from the door. You enter, slowly walking past him. His studio looks very similar to Yoongi’s. Speakers, mixing equipment, a computer. He’s got a keyboard with red backlighting and a handful of little tchotchkes lined up in a row under his monitors.
“Would you like to sit?” He motions toward the leather sofa on the back wall of the studio. Crossing your arms, you shake your head and lean against the wall instead.
“Yoongi is in the hospital.” You blurt out, eyes avoiding Jungkook’s. The emotions are already building up again, creating pressure in your chest. “The ICU, actually.”
“Oh god. I’m so sorry.” Jungkook sits down in his desk chair. “What can I do?” He asks after a moment’s pause.
Something about the sincerity in his voice breaks you. You crumble onto the floor and let out a sob. Jungkook, seemingly unsure of what to do, moves down to the floor next to you and opens up his arms.
What he offers is a hug, some comfort. What he gets it’s a dozen slaps to the chest and more crying.
“Did you know?!” You cry out between sobs. “Why did you do this?!”
“No! What?” He asks, not fighting you, but pulling you closer. “I don’t know what you mean.” The sobs take over and you give up fighting him. His arms are strong, but not smothering.
Jungkook, practically a stranger, holds you while you cry. It must have been two or three full minutes before you’re calm enough to speak again.
“Yoongi has hanahaki disease.” You can feel Jungkook’s chest jolt, his breath catching. “Did you know he’s in love with you?”
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A/N: Thank you for reading! Thank you for everyone who has joined the tag list so far, I am so grateful for you. Feel free to send an ask or DM anytime! <3 Part three coming next week! Check out my master list here.
Tag list: @dee-ehn@kseokwu@mrcleanheichou@halesandy@sonderkook@rapunzel76@cuteipat@dal-light
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: hanahaki, angst, established relationship
Rating: 18+
Teaser Word Count:180
Warnings: blood, choking, coughing, vomiting, hanahaki disease, relationship issues, fighting, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, mentions of hospitals and medical treatment
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You’ve never seen Yoongi so pale. And that’s really saying something, seeing as he never goes outside. His hand, that you’ve delicately placed in your own, is clammy. You can tell he’s really uncomfortable, but he still manages to sleep.
For the past hour or so, you’ve been doing two things: waiting for Yoongi to wake up and trying to figure out who stole his heart.
It has to be someone at his job, he’s always either at work or home. You knew a few of his work friends, but there is one name that sticks out. Someone he’s been working more closely with lately.
“Baby?” Yoongi’s hoarse voice cracks, his throat damaged by the foliage growing up from his lungs. He weakly squeezes your hand, and it sends a fresh wave of tears spilling over your lashes.
“Is it Jungkook?” You question him bluntly. He closes his eyes and tries to swallow. “I need to know, it’s your only chance at getting through this.”
Yoongi is unresponsive to your sudden interrogation, so you ask again. “Is it Jungkook?”
He nods.
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Posting 4/23/2021 5pm CST.
Tag list for this series: @kseokwu@mrcleanheichou <3
