chansoo for exo-kai
Chanyeol looks so unnatural lying still in the hospital bed that Kyungsoo has half a mind to reach over and jolt him awake, even though Chanyeol wouldn’t be conscious for a while. The doctor had informed Kyungsoo of Chanyeol’s condition—some jargon about medically-induced comas that Kyungsoo thought only existed in movies and dull rambling about bruising in the brain that sounded very serious (and also very long-winded).
"Even if he’s not awake, he can still hear you," the doctor had explained at the sight of Kyungsoo’s blank stare. "It might help if you talk to him."
Talk to him? Kyungsoo thinks running from Seoul to Daegu in the rain might be easier, but it was now day three of the coma and he’d visited every day since Chanyeol got admitted.
"I got you sunflowers because you remind me of sunshine. Tell anyone I said that and you’ll be sleeping forever," Kyungsoo murmurs to the unconscious man before reaching over and smoothing Chanyeol’s bangs away from his forehead. "You look stupid like that. Should probably spend more time on your hair before you have company over."
Chanyeol doesn’t laugh at his joke. Kyungsoo scowls.
"You have a terrible sense of humor. Always laughing at the things that aren’t funny and never appreciating the things that are. Typical Chanyeol. What am I going to do with you?" Kyungsoo sets the sunflowers aside and sighs heavily. “You’d better wake up soon, you have no excuse.”
Quieter, he adds, “I miss you. Dolt.”
It could just be Kyungsoo’s imagination but there’s a soft smile blooming on Chanyeol’s lips. Sunshine indeed. Kyungsoo just smiles back.