EXO SMUT TIME: THE SHIPS

The Bucket List- One with the Angels

One week, 1996

Drip, drop.

Drip, drop.

Drip.

Drop.

I count each falling drop in my head, the IV bag hanging beside my bed, sometimes losing count, other times remembering what drop I left off on. Could be three, could be fifty-six, perhaps I never started truly counting them. My eyelids feel heavy, my body nothing but skin and bones, barely alive and not very sure if I want to hold on.

Drip, drop.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip, drop.

~~

Fingers skim along his back, the pads and warm kisses eliciting a soft giggle from the blond man. He blinks his eyes, turning his head towards his grinning boyfriend who was busy disrupting his early morning slumber. They do not speak, no need to as the smiles and warm eyes are enough to talk for them. Baekhyun crawls over to invade Chanyeol's lap, tugging the sheets with him. The sun slips through the balcony doors, casting a warm glow around the room for which the couple are grateful for.

The cold was dying down and instead being replaced by hot spring weather, skies blue and clouds a fluffy white. Chanyeol caresses his boyfriend's cheek, pinching it teasingly and receiving a quiet whine of protest. He chuckles, pulling the boy closer and closing the gap between them. Early mornings meant kisses, rather than words, being exchanged, hands keeping them extra warm on breezy mornings. They smile in between the kisses, Baekhyun appreciating the other's gently sun-kissed skin, roaming over his toned physique. "Morning," a word is finally uttered, voice low and gravely, enough to make Baekhyun swoon for his man. He grins, nuzzling their noses together. "Mornin' I had a thought," he hums, pressing his cheek against the board chest he loved to bite so much.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"I'm going to try and become left handed. Today."

The determination that seeps out of Baekhyun's lips and the words themselves make Chanyeol burst into laughter, large hand cupping his baby's cheek. "Tell me how that goes, then," he giggles, Baekhyun grinning as he rests his cheeks on his chest, tired smile blinding even in the early hours. "It will go fantastic," he hums, walking his fingers up his chest. He squeaks as he is rolled over, lips slotting over his, teeth lightly grazing and soft noises leave both males. "I'm sure it will," Chanyeol agrees, kissing along his neck and creating some sort of attachment to it, continuously kissing and nipping at the skin gently.

It was a minimalistic action, just kissing and holding each other while the sun begins to rise. They enjoy basking in each other, only paying attention to each other. It was a love so pure, so strong, it kept them on their feet at all times. Every time Chanyeol would lay his eyes on Baekhyun, they held a sparkle, falling in love all over again.

And Baekhyun did as well.

~~

I can't breathe. My hands grip the side bars of the bed, shuddering sobs leaving my body. The button. Where the hell was emergency button? I frantically reach for it, pressing it so many god damn times it hurts my finger. "P-please!" I cry, vision going in and out of focus, blacks dots forming and messing with me. You're going to die, Baekhyun. Just let go already. Make it easier for everyone.

"His blood pressure is too high. Get the doctor!"

Static, static. Panic, panic.

Footsteps, cursing, oh god I can hear it all and it hurts. It hurts so much to breathe, to think, to fight.