NCT Lucas Imagines(AMBW)

12: Sunday

I pulled the cold sheet to cover what was exposed of my body and further situated myself into my pillow. Looking past Lucas, and out of the big window that took up a wall space in our room, everything was orange and cool and wet from the rain that had fell the night before. I brought my eyes back to him, which were open and on me.

"You seriously have a bad staring problem," I said as he laughed.

"I can't stare at my wife? Since when was that wrong?" I rolled my eyes and looked back out of the window. But I felt him bring his hand under my chin and pull my face lightly back toward him. I could only smile and think of something to say because that still gives me butterflies and makes me nervous.

"Do you wanna do anything today? It's Sunday." I asked him. I love the fall. I love being in it, seeing it. Everything about it. And since it's Sunday neither of us have to work.

"I kinda just wanna hang out here today. Maybe you can make us some hot chocolate. Even if it's just your famous chocolate flavored water." I kicked his leg underneath the sheets as he chuckled in pain.

I myself have no idea why I can't even make a glass of hot chocolate properly.

"Rude." He scoffed while he tangled his legs with mine.

"You deserved it." I said. Then out of the blue his hand crept to my side and squeezed it, causing me to jerk because it felt funny.

"Stop, that tickles. I know what you're trying to do." I stuck my finger in his face and he just smiled staring at me.

"What are you looking at?" I chuckled lightly. He smiled and shook his head, while his hand laid still on my waist.

"I'm just constantly asking myself how I got to get someone as beautiful as you." He brought his hand to my back and pulled me closer to him.

"Lucas you literally came to my job every two days for weeks on end. You gave me no choice." I laughed because of the funny memory. Him and one of the many friends he has would come to my job almost every day and buy stuff that I'm sure they did not need. I don't remember the last time I saw someone buy or even use a butter holder.

"I even started getting cute for work cause I knew you would come by." He shook his head and chuckled.

"You were cute before I started coming in there all the time." I brought my eyebrows in confusion.

"How do you know how I was dressing?" He rolled his lips and look away from me before laughing and looking at me again.

"Ha...I watched you before I started coming in there. I was always too nervous to go in and speak to you so I tried just starting out as a regular customer." I dropped my bottom jaw and shook my head at him before pushing his hand off of me.

"Soo you were a stalker basically ok." I smiled and began to get out of bed. But he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him.

"No, I wasn't. I was just a lonely boy with a crush on a store clerk." I tried to pull away from him again but he didn't let me go.

"Yeah ok, now let me get out of this bed." I said still trying to get away from him.

"No." He said plainly and still held me down.

"I'm giving you a couple of seconds before something bad happens." He stared at me before jumping up and placing his leg over me, preventing me more from getting up. His mischievous smile made me laugh.

I lifted my leg to knee him in his butt. I hit him hard, to which he lurched forward ontop of me, but he didn't fall too hard.

"Ahh, I don't ever want that to happen again." He held onto his butt after yelling out and rolled over to his side of the bed.

"Not gonna lie you look pretty sus," He laid on his stomach with a slight arch in his back and his hand on his right cheek.

"Bro come on." He rolled over onto his back and laughed with his hand covering his face.

I laughed at him once again and threw my arm over his chest.

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This one is kind of short but I wanted to write something cute and get back into writing for this book. Hope you enjoyed it :)