Lee Heeseung Imagines

Sick

When you're sick.

You were currently in the living room of your shared apartment with Heeseung, sitting opposite from him on the couch. The two of you were watching Midnight Sun, your favorite movie. You had a slight cold, but Heeseung didn't know. The room was cozy and warm, a stark contrast to the chills you were feeling.

Suddenly, you sneezed, a funny and cute sound escaping you. Heeseung, who always found your sneezes endearing, snickered but quickly covered his mouth, knowing how you disliked being laughed at for your little quirks. You sneezed again, and this time, he couldn't help it—his mouth opened wide as he tried to suppress his laughter.

"You can laugh, Heeseung," you said weakly, grabbing a tissue to wipe your nose. "I don't have the energy to stop you today."

Heeseung let out a chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm sorry, it's just too cute to handle."

You managed a small smile but felt your body aching more intensely. Placing your phone down, you stood up and headed to the bedroom, aware of Heeseung's concerned gaze following you. You lay on the bed and closed your eyes, hoping the pain would subside with some rest.

After a while, you felt a presence beside you and opened your eyes, startled to see Heeseung sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at you with worry etched on his face. He gently placed his hand on your forehead, his expression shifting to one of concern.

"You have a fever," he stated, his voice soft but firm.

"No, I don't," you protested weakly, trying to sit up but failing. "I'm just a little tired, that's all."

Heeseung frowned, clearly not convinced. "A little tired doesn't make your forehead feel like it's on fire."

"I'm fine, really," you insisted, though the effort of talking was making you feel worse.

Heeseung sighed, his eyes softening. "Why didn't you tell me you were feeling sick?"

"I didn't want to worry you," you mumbled, averting your gaze. "And I thought it would go away."

Heeseung shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're always so stubborn." He stood up, walking towards the door. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

You watched him leave the room, feeling a mix of guilt and appreciation. A few minutes later, he returned with a glass of water and some medicine.

"Here, take these," he said, handing you the pills and the water. "And don't even think about arguing."

You took the medicine reluctantly, sipping the water. Heeseung sat back down beside you, his fingers gently brushing your hair away from your face.

"Thank you," you whispered, feeling a bit better already.