Blackpink Imagines

A Sweet Recovery: Lisa💕

Word Count: 3.3k

"Y/n, are those brownies done yet?" Jennie groaned from the living room, while you were just now taking the freshly baked brownies out of the oven.

"Yes, they're ready! God, you're so impatient," you shouted back to Jennie, then let out a chuckle. Jennie had come over to your place and demanded you bake her brownies because, as she quotes, they're 'the best brownies ever.' So here you are, baking your best friend her favorite treat.

Jennie walked into the kitchen. "You know how much I love them. They are the—"

"Best brownies ever. Yeah, I know. You tell me all the time, Jennie," you said with a smile as you cut the brownies into squares and handed her one.

Jennie practically inhaled it, groaning and moaning at the taste. Meanwhile, you watched her anxiously, waiting for her praise. Even though everyone says you're an amazing baker, you still worry they might not taste good.

"Y/n..." Jennie started. Your heart began to race. 'Did she not like it?' you wondered.

"Yeah?" you asked, a little fear in your voice.

"Y/n, this is the most amazing thing I have ever tasted in my life. I could literally cry right now," Jennie exclaimed. She got up, stood next to you, and shook your shoulders to emphasize how much she loved the brownies.

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling at ease since Jennie loved the brownies. You took a bite of your piece and your eyes widened.

"Oh my god, you're right. It's so good," you groaned at the taste of the brownie, grabbing another piece. Jennie was already four pieces in, while you were just on your second.

"See, I told you!" Jennie said with a mouthful, crumbs falling onto the counter.

"Wait, let me call Sana over so she can have some," you told Jennie while you went upstairs to get your phone, not without grabbing a piece of brownie before your venture.

After retrieving your phone, you had a brownie in one hand and your phone in the other. As you looked down, you noticed your sock was slowly rolling down. So you put your brownie in the other hand and reached down to fix your sock at the top of the stairs.

Oh, how that was a bad idea. Your other foot barely had any balance, and you ended up slipping at the edge of the step, causing you to fall down the stairs. As you tumbled down, you landed on your ankle, twisting it painfully, and both your phone and brownie went flying out of your hands, rolling down the stairs with you.

Jennie rushed over as soon as she heard the commotion. "Oh my god, Y/n! Are you okay?"

You lay on the floor in silence, gripping your ankle tightly as the pain became unbearable.

"Y/n, I'm serious, are you okay?" Jennie asked worriedly as you barely made a peep.

You let out a shaky sigh, tears now forming in your eyes. "I don't know," you whimpered.

Jennie rushed to you. "Let go of your ankle, Y/n, let me see." Her heart was beating fast with worry for you.

You shook your head, fear eating you up at the thought of possibly having broken your ankle.

"Y/n, I need you to let go," Jennie said more sternly, causing you to release your grip on your ankle slowly. You let out another shaky sigh, more tears streaming down your face. Looking off to the side, you noticed your brownie on the floor next to you. You pouted at the sight since you were really enjoying that brownie piece.

"My brownie..." you whimpered.

"Y/n, who cares about your brownie right now? You're injured. Do you think you can stand?" Jennie asked.