bts bxb oneshot collection

2seok | they're for you, my love

jin stared at the side of his head as he moved him to his bed, not minding it much since he got to see the way the moonlight outlined his sharp features.

hoseok would let out a barely audible sigh of content as his cold skin hit the mattress that was already warm from jin's body heat. the other would carefully adjust himself behind hoseok, debating for minutes on minutes on pulling him closer. some nights, he didn't, and those happened to he the nights where hoseok needed it most; whether it be because he was extremely cold, or because he had a really bad day and wanted to feel safe and secure.

this system happened almost every night up until this point, hoseok basically now sleeping in jin's bed for the remainder of his stay. "mi casa, su casa.." jin spoke the first time hoseok walked in, pillows and changes of clothes in hand. he felt like he may have unintentionally taken that a little too literally. (a/n: girl why is you lying, girl why you mufasa? mi casa, su casa, got a stripper like gaza, got so high off volcanoes, now the flow is so lava)

hoseok's now been here for around two weeks, their room almost done with everything taehyung wanted done. he honestly didn't care, the older could put a huge dildo on the wall and he'd still call it home; honestly all he wanted as his own bed.

that's a lie- he did want his own bed, but he still wanted to take jin with him for you know- extra warmth. he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it when the older did cuddle him, his long arms draped over his body, head buried in the back of hoseok's neck. parts of hoseok hated jin for doing this to him, but the other, more rational part, didn't blame him but still kept their distance for the sake of their friendship.

if anyone, especially jin, we're to find out he had hanahaki, he had no idea what he'd do. he'd probably pack his bags and be out the door faster than you can say 'hasta la vista,'.

"hoseok! hurry. up." namjoon yelled, his fist banging against the door. hoseok shook his head, blinking the fog away. he found his hand still clamped over his mouth, feeling the storm brewing in his throat. he had to get namjoon far away before he couldn't hold it anymore.

"g-gimme t-two..oo.." hoseok gulped, clenching his eyes shut as a familiar wave of what felt like nausea drained his body of all its will. "fuck.." he breathed out, namjoon's banging becoming more urgent and worried like.

"hoseok? bro, you good?"

no bro, i'm not fucking good-

hoseok blinked, releasing the tears his eyes had been holding. warm tracks fell down his red face as he gripped the toilet bowl, ignoring namjoon's pleads to open the door. hoseok couldn't hold it down much longer; it was as if there were rose vines growing up his throat, sharp thorns poking and prodding at the sensitive flesh.

"seokie?"

it was a different voice this time, but hoseok didn't notice. he was too preoccupied with the swooshing of his own blood in his ears, the petals pushing against his closing throat. one more wave of nausea was all it took before hoseok was coughing up dark, withered blue petals. blood splattered as he cried softly, his hands clawing at his throat. it wasn't fair how close it was- it was right on the other side of his neck- the other side of his chest. he could feel the vines of his chest shaking, bumping into every sensitive part they could reach.

how could something so beautiful hurt so much?

the door knob jiggled behind hoseok, blood dripping from his lips as he slowly turned his head. all of his senses were delayed; he felt like he was falling. the sight of the blood in the toilet was enough to make him panic, but he was oddly calm the last few times.

"n-no," hoseok's voice was raw and raspy, each syllable hurting more and more as he pushed them out.

the door was swung open, hitting the wall with a loud clang. hoseok sobbed out as he saw namjoon, the last face he wanted to see standing worriedly behind him. hoseok shook his head, slamming the toilet seat down with all the energy he could muster.

he coughed, slapping a hand over his lips. he could feel the bloody petals building in his mouth.

"hoseok!" namjoon screamed, falling onto his knees before the shaking boy. hoseok cried, pushing at namjoon's shoulder's weakly. the man didn't budge, instead he turned to seokjin, eyes wide as saucers. hoseok curled into himself, leaning his head against the cold porcelain of the toilet seat.

"i-i dont..." jin started, words cut off by hoseok's painful sounding coughs.

namjoon furrowed his eyebrows, flashing jin a glance before pulling hoseok's hand from his mouth. the older jumped, trying his other hand, but namjoon thought that through too. he held the other's hands above his head as he coughed violently, guilt gnawing at him from the inside out.

hoseok whimpered as blue petals fell from his lips, droplets of blood hitting the tile between his knees. at that very moment he wanted nothing more than to curl up and die. jin watched from the doorway, feeling like his heart was being ripped from his chest the longer he witnessed the scene.

how could he not recognize his favorite color?

"fuck! fuck fuck..." namjoon cursed, his eyes glued on the blood droplets instead of the obvious petals. he let hoseok's hands fall the second he saw the beautiful shade of blue, tainted by the dark crimson. hoseok's body trembled as he tried to stand, blood stainin his lips. he didn't pay attention to seokjin in the doorway, instead trying his best to push past him.

the older grabbed him just as he made it outside the door, pulling him back in as he registered what just happened. hoseok squirmed, tears and blood mingling on his chin as he tried to tear away, attempts doing nothing as jin just looked at him with a terrified expression. "i'm c-confused... should we call s-someone?" jin stuttered, staring back at namjoon through the mirror.

"jin," namjoon began, his gaze piercing jin's soft one.

"hanahaki disease,"

hoseok whimpered snatching his right hand from jin's hold. his clumsy fingers went to pry the older's grip from around his wrist, fear building as namjoon continued to talk.

"an illness caused by one sided love."

"shit..." seokjin breathed, his gaze falling to a trembling hoseok.

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imma make a part 2 i'm excited