Imagine scenarios (y/n x h/n)

Imagine (11) Injured boyfie (rlly sad)

          It's late at night when you hear the doorbell ring. You haven't fell asleep, but instead were reading a book on your phone. Marking the page, you get up to open the door. "Who is it-" the rest of your sentence gets lost in your throat as you see your boyfriend standing at the door, hair tousled and head lowered. "What happened?" you ask as you usher him in and sit him on the sofa. He doesn't say anything, so you tilt his face up to meet yours. His face is full of cuts and bruises, and when he pulls out his gun from his back pocket, you know he had gone on a mission and gotten badly injured. "Why didn't you give me a call? I could have just picked you up," you said, playing with his hair. "I didn't want to worry you," he said, his voice low in his throat. "Wait here, I'm gonna get the medical supplies." As you return, you see his head tilted up to the ceiling, fresh blood gleaming on his forehead and cheekbones. His platinum blonde hair was also clumped together with blood and dirt, so you quickly get a towel to clean him. "Take this," you say and hand him the wet towel. "What am i supposed to do with this?" he asks. You take the towel back, and wipe his hair, ridding the strands of dirt and blood slowly. Then, folding the towel in half, you slowly dab at his forehead and cheek. When you reach one of the deeper cuts, he winces and grabs your wrist. "Bear with me please," you say and he releases his grasp on you. Carefully, you stick bandages on every cut, and rub ointment on his bruises. After you are done, you kiss each and every scar on his face, and kiss every one of his bandages. You brush his cheek with the pad of your thumb as he lays his head on your lap. He has such a dangerous job, you think as you look into his soft Green eyes, getting lost in them as usual. You motion for him to get up, and you guide him to your room. "Do you have another job tomorrow?" you ask as you slide into the bed beside him. He nods his head gently, and you sigh. Why did he always have to go through such dangerous Jobs for money? Couldn't he be a normal human being? With this job, every time he meets you, it's like saying your last goodbye when either of you need to go; there's a chance that you'll never see him again.

*time skip to the next day*
You dial h/n's number as you get back from school, but he doesn't pick up. An automated voice sounds out: the number you have dialed is currently not available. Please try again later. Angry, you slam your phone onto your bed and decide to go to his house. Empty. Later, you receive a phone call from his mother. "Is this y/n?"
"Yes, may I know where h/n is? I would like to speak to him."
There's silence on the other end before you hear muffled sobs. "Darling... " she says. Her voice is shaky and raw. "Didn't you hear? H.. H/n didn't make it. He took a knife in the back and... " you didn't need to hear the rest of the sentence to know what had happened, you could practically see it happening. Tears were flowing down your face before you could stop them, and the tears turned into angry sobs.
You arrive at the scene where they are still cleaning up the blood and bodies. You see h/n, lying unmoving on the ground, and run forward despite the officers stopping you. Devastated, you hold his body against your chest as his green eyes stare at you, unblinking. You mov you hand to close his eyes, and mutter softly, "You promised you wouldn't do anything stupid.." it was a promise he had made the day before. "Because this is stupid.." you finish, tears streaming down your face. An officer drags you away from his body, and pats you on the back. "I'm sorry.." he says, but you're inconsolable.

*a year later.
You drive slowly to the graveyard that he is buried in, as today was his birthday. Bringing his favourite flowers, you lay them one by one onto his grave. "I loved you, and I still do," you say as a tear rolls down your cheek. "I promise I won't do anything stupid," you whisper toward the sky.