Sunflowers | Lee Haechan

Sunflowers | Lee Haechan

soulmate au

pairing: haechan x reader

warnings: character death, hanahaki disease, mentions of blood, one sided love, angst

word count: 1.8k

genre: angst

sypnosis: When you find your soulmate everything falls into place and you're guaranteed a happy ever after....right?

You feel the familiar feeling rise in your chest. The burning sensation in your throat becomes stronger and stronger. It has already been months since it started but you still can't get used to it.

You excuse yourself and run to the bathroom. Each step feels heavier as the pain becomes unbearable from trying to hold in your cough.

As soon as you step into the bathroom you let everything out. The petals keep coming and you feel like you'll pass out any minute.

Much to your horror, the usual bright yellow coloured petals are a deep shade of red this time. Only by the little specks peeking through here and there you can tell that they are sunflowers.

The first few weeks you were fine. But as the weeks turned into months you started to become weaker. And it became much harder to hide.

You would expect that in a world where your significant other was decided for you before you were even born, everything would be easy. As most people would even dedicate their whole life to finding their soulmate.

You too had always dreamed about bonding with your special someone. And unexpectedly that day came when you met Haechan.

The moment you locked eyes everything seemed to fall into place. As if the world around you seemed to move in slow motion. And he was the center of it all.

The more time you spent with him, the more sure you were. It felt different when you were together. It felt like you have known each other forever. He’d understand you and you would too.

The way he looked at you, you could have sworn he felt it too. That he knew what was going on inside of your head. So you finally ask him.

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

You feel the butterflies go wild in your stomach waiting for his answer.

“No,” he says.

“I don’t think everyone in our world is meant to have one. And I believe that I’m one of them, I think it's an idea created by people who seek fulfillment in others. But I don't think you need anyone for that” he states.

You bite back the confession lying on the tip of your tongue as his indirect rejection hits you hard. That's when the butterflies turn into a sharp pain and it becomes harder to breathe.

That was the day it all started. The first time you had coughed up flowers. The first time you understood what was happening to you.

You've always believed that if something was meant for you, one way or another it would come to you.

So you held on to the hope you had. But as time went on, you started to doubt that. Because while you became sicker by the day. He started developing feelings for someone else.

At first, she was just the new girl in town. But once she started working at the same place as Hachan, they became closer as ever. And it started going downhill from there. They started hanging out more and you started seeing Haechan less.

You even noticed how the way Haechan looked at you changed. He was still there for you whenever you needed him. But you saw how the spark in his eyes was only reserved for her.

The knock on the door brings you back from your thoughts. You see your hands covered in your blood and the floor around you is filled with sunflowers.

Standing up you look at yourself in the mirror and see blood covering your whole mouth while a few petals stick to your chin. And that's the first time in your life you feel pity towards yourself.

You know that your life is on the line but you don't even know how much time you have left. Small tears start to fall silently as if they emphasize with you.

For a moment you let yourself cry, allowing your pain to ease.

But that doesn't last long when you hear another knock on the door. Pulling yourself together you clean up everything and decide to go to the one place you felt at peace.

-

"You're here once again," Haechan says as he sits down next to you.

"I wanted some fresh air," you tell him.

He looks at you with a worried expression and asks "Are you alright? Something seems off with you these days."

You look back at him and a million things come to your mind. Everything you want to say to him lays on the tip of your tongue once again.

But when the image of him looking at her flashes your mind. Nothing comes out of you. All of it shatters into a million pieces.

So you just put on a fake smile and lie to him.

"It was getting too hot inside which made my head dizzy, But I'm okay now."

"Alright, but tell me if something is up, okay? We're best friends, I have to know," he tells you while smiling back at you.

You nod at him and stare into the void as his words keep repeating inside of your head. "We're best friends, we're best friends, we're best friends..." as if they're mocking you and your pitiful situation.

"Do you like sunflowers that much? I keep finding you here," he asks as he looks to the field in front of you.

The question breaks you more than you imagined.

After a moment of silence when you feel like your voice is stable enough again, you answer him.

"Yes, I do."

"Why?" he asks again.

"Because I'm envious of them," you tell him.

He gives you a confused look and you laugh at him as he furrows his brows and tries to think of why you would be.

"I'm envious of them because they follow their sun across the sky as their sun shines back at them. And every single day he comes back to do the same." You explain to him.

"That's a beautiful way of looking at them. Although I'm not sure about the being envious part" he laughs.

"They are my favourite too."

You didn't have the heart to tell him that you already knew that.

"My grandparents had a field just like this one. We would always pick the seeds together but I was too small to reach the top. So my granddad made me this small ladder with a bucket attached to it. I would always be the last one to finish because I couldn't pick them as fast as everyone else. But my granny always waited for me without saying anything, even though she was tired from working all day." he reminisces with a smile on his face.

"You would have been so cute trying to reach them with your small hands," you say.

"Of course I was! I have always been cute" he says proudly.

Which makes you laugh even if you roll your eyes at him.

But the cute moment doesn't last long as his phone starts ringing. You see how his eyes shine when her name appears on the screen. And you feel your throat burning again.

"I have to go, they're waiting for me," he tells you. "It's okay, I had plans too" you lie again.

You wait until he is out of sight and start coughing once again. But this time you don't see any specks of yellow anymore.

-

Comforting yourself with the thought that at least Haechan is happy even if it isn't with you, you decide to write him a letter. Pouring all of your feelings into it so you won't have any regrets when you leave.

The more time Haechan spends with her, he starts to rethink his stance on soulmates. Because when he is with her, he feels like his soul is at peace.

So he decides to tell her. But when the words come out of his mouth, they leave a very unpleasant taste in his mouth.

You drop your pen on the desk as you feel the string that is connected to your heart is cut off, and you finally let go.

You close your eyes as your head falls onto your desk that is filled with beautiful sunflowers covered in blood and the letter addressed to Haechan.

When Haechan gets a call about you, his head starts to spin as his vision blurs and the unpleasant taste comes back.

On the day of your funeral, he stays with you even if everyone else has left. Still not being able to accept that you're gone, he blames himself for not being there for you.

A fresh set of tears roll down his face as he remembers your face that showed all the signs that something was wrong.

"She wanted you to have this," your brother says as he gives Haechan the letter you wrote.

For a while, he only stares at his name on the envelope written in your handwriting. Then he opens it and starts to read.

He feels a pain in his chest he's never felt before. As if someone has cut off a piece of his heart.

"My dear sunshine,

I always thought that I would get to tell you all of this myself one day sooner or later. Or maybe I just hoped for it, because somewhere in the back of my mind I did know that day would never come. Especially after I saw how happy you were.

I don't seem to have much time, a couple of months ago I discovered that I have the disease. And every day it becomes harder to breathe.

But I want you to know that you made me happy too, very happy. The day we met I got the feeling that everyone always told me about. The one we grew up hearing about. The one you feel when you finally meet your soulmate.

I admit, you not feeling the same way broke my heart. I always thought that from that moment on I would never experience pain again. But life doesn't always go as you think.

But I don't blame you for anything and I don't want you to blame yourself either. Because you taught me a lot and made even the dull moments beautiful. For that, I will always be thankful.

Thank you for being my soulmate Haechan.

Let's meet each other on the other side of the stars, maybe there is another chance waiting for us there."

The letter falls out of his hand. And everything starts to make sense.

The way you would call him your sun, the conversation you had that day, the flowers, your expression when he started talking about her, and why you seemed so off.

Everything became so clear now.

He starts to sob uncontrollably while he falls onto his knees. His lungs begin to burn and he starts coughing.

That's when he sees brightly yellow coloured petals all around him.

Tagging: @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l

would you be so kind? | mk.l

PART I OF FOR YOU IN FULL BLOOM: THE HANAHAKI COLLECTION

✿ SYNOPSIS — It was ironic, really, how you had a love and hate relationship with flowers. Growing up as a florist’s daughter, your love and admiration for the language of flowers flourished at a young age. Your thoughts, however, changed when you were diagnosed with the sickness that killed with one of the things you loved the most.

You weren’t sure what hurt more, though - the hammering agony your heart experienced every single time Mark looked at her so lovingly or the excruciating pain your lungs suffered through whenever you remembered your best friend loved her and not you.

✿ PAIRING — female!reader x best friend!mark lee ✿ GENRE — high school!au, friends to lovers!au, flower shop!au, slow burn, teen romance, fluff, angst, comedy ✿ WARNINGS — cursing, mentions of character death, hanahaki disease, vomiting, fainting, mentions of blood, hospital scenes, mentions of surgery  ✿ WORD COUNT —17k+

✿ listen to the PLAYLIST here!

✿ DISCLAIMER — This is work of fiction. I do not own the people/characters and concepts I have written about. You cannot translate or copy my work.

✿ TAGLIST — @marksrainbow @euphoricdreamies @shiningjaehyun @monsterz38339 @k-pop-is-everything​✨

✿ AUTHOR’S NOTE — Here it is, my sweets: my new prized possession! I wrote this in a week, can you believe it? I honestly can’t but I had such a vivid picture painted in my mind, I couldn’t stop. A big thank you to @ppangjae​ for bouncing ideas with me! Another thank you to Kira for reading and giving me feedback after I sent her every fucking scene — you are a lifesaver. And to Carol, my dear sweet cuzzo, this is for you~ *shoots b-ball and misses terribly*

I need to give credit to where credit is due so here we go; I was heavily inspired by a number of prompts found here! I feel like listening to the playlist will help set the mood as well, the link is listed above!!

Please, please, please let me know what you think of this! It’s my new baby and I would ✨ L O V E ✨feedback! Comment below, slide into my DMs, leave me an ask! I love talking to y’all 💖

I have a question,  It might seem strange — How are your lungs? Are they in pain? ‘Cause mine are aching, Think I know why, I kinda like it though, You wanna try?

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𝒏𝒄𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔/𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈

genre & warning(s): nct dream x gn!reader, fluff, more fluff

a/n: hi anon, thanks for requesting!! btw, this my 200th post on this blog!! yay for us! ps, i am not much of a gamer myself so if anything seems off i‘m sorry! also, i am trying to be more inclusive in my writings as far as reactions. pls lmk if i am being successful or if i need to educate myself further. if so, pls explain to me what i am at fault for :)

requested?: yes

𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬

this isn’t gonna be a rare occurence the two of you sugar pies. its the best type of cuddling in which both of you are embracing each other and your boyfriend gets his well-deserved mario kart time >:D loves it when you place a small kiss in the crook of his neck from time to time and finds it super adorable when he groans out frustration and you turn around, half asleep, with a soft ”hmm” to see what caused it. eventually gets bored of playing and stands up to turn off all the equipment with you clinging to his body, his hands underneath your thighs for support. again this happens very often so it’s almost a second nature for y’all. after the room is set for sleep, he’d climb under the covers of his bed and caress the top of your head, whispearing “i love you” before the beating of your heart lulls him to sleep <33

𝘩𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘯

bestie renjun would be so confused at first and he’ll tell you to move your ass bc he can’t see 😭 gets a little embarrassed when he realizes that you just want to be cuddled. lol he finds that he enjoys this more than he thought he would. loves it when you draw patterns into his chest and he’ll hook one of his unoccupied pinky’s with yours. mmm, bonus points if you play with the ends of his hair. WILL NOT hesitate to rain hell fire upon anyone haechan who teases the both of you for being too cute.

𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘯𝘰

he’s leaning on the headboard of the bed, legs spread and phone in hand when you walk in the room. the space between his legs look so inviting stfu i kno what you’re thinking you nasties and you couldnt help but jump in between them :) nono would let out the tiniest of giggles and playful pince your side with one hand, “well hello to you too y/n”. you’d notion for him to continue playing, knowing he probably doesn’t have much time to relax with it being comeback season and all stream hot sauce pls i’ll buy you taco bell rests his head atop yours and places the phone on your tummy, occasionally tapping rhythms on your skin while waiting for the next round of gameplay. when he notices you falling closer and closer to sleep, he’d turn off the phone to avoid the blue light and let you cuddle into his chest <3

𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯

you could already hear the faint voices of the other members through his headphones and the loud clacking of his keyboard even while standing outside his door. with his back facing you, you walk up to him and lean into the chair, throwing your arms around his shoulders while trying to hug channie the best you could without disrupting his gaming. he’d mumble a quick “hey love” and turn his head to the side to peck the skin of your arm without averting his eyes from the screen. “i had a long day baby, i’m so worn,” you mumble wanting nothing more than your boyfrien’s warm touch. much to your surprise, he‘d motion for you to climb in his lap and who are you to say no! he’d absolutely adore the warmth and love your body radiates and when he wins four rounds consecutively, he’d rub circles into the small of your back and call you his good luck charm ignoring the playful gags and heaving coming from the other line :) bUT ofc that doesn’t last for long and he’s back to roasting their asses 😌🍷

𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯

you can’t tell me he won’t immediately put the controller down and snuggle close to you. would wrap his arms securely around your figure and give you a few supportive shoulder squeezes to show how much he’s proud of you for putting up with today. 100% kisses the top of your head while cradling the rest of your body, giving you the much needed attention that you deserve. he’d fall asleep only after you do but before that he makes sure your head is resting comfortably against his body so you won’t wake up with a sore neck 🥺gotta love a na jaemin ✌️

𝘻𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘦

at first, he doesn't notice your presence when you open the door to his room and he’ll continue to tap away at his phone. as you walk towards lele, he'd briefly look up at your figure and hum as a way to acknowledge your existence lol. you’d cup his face with both hands and lean down to press a kiss on the boy’s forehead while letting your lips linger for a while before pulling away to rest your forehead on his, thumbs gently stroking the apples of his cheeks. i truly believe chenle treasures moments like these so he’ll throw his phone onto the bed and help you settle in his lap, both of your legs thrown over his lap and head in his chest. lele would massage your scalp while you play with the material of his top. no words would be shared, but the silence and beating of his heart would be so endearing itself 🤧💓

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨

hey shawty, hey smexc ;) ok enough of me being whipped for you- when you first moved straddle sungie’s lap, he was so ready to push.you.off, being so emerged in the game. the hands still gripping the controller worked to push against your belly. it’s only when he heard the exhausted sigh leave your lips did he wrap an arm around your waist to pull you closer to his body, the other hand gently placing your head in the crook of his neck. “what’s wrong angel?” he’d ask to which you responded with a soft hum and the mumbled words ‘long day’. he’d let you stay there for as long as you liked making sure to tell his mates to quite down. he’ll continue play the game, cautiously tho since he doesnt want to get too excited and disturb you. although, he’d occasionally press soft kisses to your temples, his way of letting you kno that he’s still there 🥺

Hoshi, DK, and Wonwoo then Kevin and Jacob

deobicarats reblog with your tbz & svt biases for science

to be played

summary: you don’t take haechan seriously when he hands you his fail-proof advice on how to make your crush like you. so just for fun, he was determined to show that it works by using it on you. it was all fun in games until he was the one falling instead of you.

pairing: haechan x reader

genre: college au, friends to lovers, fluff, a pinch of angst if you squint, suggestive language, humor

word count: 6.1k

taglist: @mrkcore @kariskwn @beomgyuv @intokook <3

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Flipped

pairing; Chenle x reader

genre; enemies to lovers au, ‘American high school’ au, angst, fluff

word count; 10.8k

summary; ‘The moment you laid eyes on Zhong Chenle, you had flipped.’ You had known that you were in love with Chenle, your next door neighbor, since you were 7 years old. Chenle wanted nothing to do with you. Until of course, ten years later he starts to realize that perhaps there’s more to you that meets the eye, unluckily just as you began to realize, perhaps Chenle was less than you had chalked him up to be.

warnings; insensitive language regarding illness, death, female reader, heavily inspired by the movie flipped, some scenes are near word for word from the movie, so credits to the movie for those parts, although parts of the main narrative differ, as well as scenes. A large majority of the characters are not similar to their real life counterpart. 

tag list; @sunflowerhae​ @byunbaekby​​ @mikasrecs​(if you asked to be on the tag list and i didn’t tag you, i’m very sorry, i was terrible at tracking who was on it cause im an idiot)

a/n; Started making it. Had a breakdown. Bon Appetit.

It all began in the Summer before second grade. In Zhong Chenle’s eyes, it was the beginning of a decade of strategic avoidance, awkward encounters, and a lifetime worth of what he deemed to be, discomfort.

For you, it was true love.

The moment you laid eyes on Zhong Chenle, you had flipped. It was something in those eyes, those dazzling brown eyes which bore into you. Or maybe it was something about his smile. There was something about him which made you realize that at 7 years old, you had met your soul mate. His family had just moved into your neighborhood, a long cul-de-sac of identical, modern two-story houses, the majority of which had the same identical clean cut lawns and typical nuclear well off family who owned the house and prided themselves on how their petunias were better than the house across the streets. That was except for yours, of course. Deemed the ‘embarrassment of the neighborhood,’ the yellow paint on your house was flaking off, the grass dry and grey and the fence encasing the yard, which had at one point been white was now a dull grey, not to mention falling apart in some places. This was attributed to the fact that your father simply did not have the time. As a painter, he had to work extra hard to provide for his family, especially considering your mother’s situation.

It was a hot summer’s day, the day Chenle moved in. You could remember the feeling of the sun on your face as you basked in its warmth, the pavement on which you sat almost boiling as the moving van pulled up to the house opposite yours. You had recalled that your father had told you to always be kind and helpful, which is why you had thought it appropriate to skip across the road to the nice looking family and offer a helping hand.

Little did you know, your help was unwanted. Chenle remembered watching the girl skip – skip? As if anyone had done that since kindergarten – from the odd-looking house across the way and when she confidently stated,

“Hi, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Need any help?” He looked to his father for confirmation that this girl was strange. He noticed the judgmental look which was written on his father’s face as he surveyed the girl with the messy hair and grubby clothes, no doubt from playing in the unpleasant yard which she came from that juxtaposed with their clean, green yard. He recognized the exact moment that his father deemed them better than her, a switch in his face where he knew where she stood on the social ladder. Acting according, he too looked at the girl with disdain.

“There’s some valuable things in those boxes. Don’t touch them.” His father had scolded as you reached for one of the boxes that were stacked on their lawn.

“What about this one?” You suggested, reaching for another one. This was the moment that Chenle had realized that this girl could not take a hint. His father had pushed the box away with his foot before you could even touch it.

“Maybe you should run home? Your moms probably worried about you.” He sneered, staring down his nose on you. Resilient, you stared back.

“My dad knows I’m here.” You had replied simply, before turning to Chenle.

“Want to push one together?” You asked, pointing at one of the heavier ones. Chenle scrunched his face up at you, looking to his father for answers.

“I think your mom wants your help in the house, Chenle.” His dad had replied, not so subtly winking at him, as if to say, ‘escape from the crazy girl while you can.’

 He seized the opportunity, turning on his heel and running towards the house, where his mother stood in the doorway, when the most ridiculous thing happened. Not only did (Y/N) (Y/L/N) follow him, but you grabbed his hand.

“Oh, hello! I see you’ve met my son.” His mother had called out, a small smile growing on her face as she observed the sight of the two 7-year olds connected by their hands.

Chenle, having no clue how to escape the situation, did the most mature thing a 7-year-old boy could do. He hid behind his mother.

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