A/N: Jihope, Hanahaki disease, character death.
Sorry :(

Jimin looked crestfallen. “Hyung I. I’m sorry, I can’t and you know why. I am so sorry.”

Carefully, Hoseok forced himself to smile. “I wasn’t expecting anything else, Jiminie. You don’t have to apologize. Go ahead, Taehyung is waiting for you.”

The smile stayed even after Jimin left, frozen on his face.

The first petal came out the next day. Hoseok chuckled bitterly. Out of all the flowers in the world, out of all the flowers that could have been, it had to be a daisy.

“That’s your great plan, to kill yourself? What the is wrong with you Jung Hoseok?”

“Hyung, please.”

Yoongi slammed down his shot glass, signaling for another bottle. “You have some guts coming to tell me that you’re going to let your love for Park Jimin kill you.”

“What a way to go,” Hoseok said humorlessly. “I don’t want to get rid of my feelings for him and I know he’s never going to love me back.” He knocked back the remnants of drink. “I think I’d rather suffer.”

“You’re a ing fool.”

“I know.”

“Hoseokie please.”

Hoseok swallowed at the look in Yoongi’s eyes. He had never seen his hyung so desperate and hated himself for doing that to him.

“I can’t.”

Hoseok was proud of the fact that he coughed up an entire flower (stem and all) and heard Jungkook curse before passing out in the practice room. Wh