seventeen imagines ii

jun - sick

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you and your boyfriend are both sick after taking a trip together. it's only the second day of you two being sick, but both of you still feel pretty bad. as you lay on the loveseat, you read the temperature on the thermometer before dropping it on the side table near you.

"it hasn't gone down," you say to jun, who lays on the couch.

"mine has," jun says, holding a thermometer in his hand. he looks over at you, "you should go rest in the room. i'll sleep in one of the guest rooms for the next few days," he suggests and sits up from where he is on the couch.

"no, you should. i'll sleep in the downstairs guest room. my head is spinning so much that i don't think i can walk upstairs," you say to him and manage to push yourself up and off the loveseat.

"it hurts that much?" jun asks. "the meds haven't kicked in yet?"

"no," you answer. "i'm gonna sleep for a bit," you say to him. "love you."

"love you more," jun replies as you walk out of the living room.

you head to the guest room and immediately fall onto the bed. you get under the covers and start taking a nap, wanting nothing more than to wake up with a clear head instead of a headache.

—

"y/n!"

you slowly open your eyes and look up to see jun in the doorway of the guest room.

"what?" you groggily speak.

"i ordered food. come eat," he says to you. "we haven't eaten all day," he reminds you.

"oh, you're right," you say to him and get up. you leave the room and go into the kitchen to see a bunch of food on the kitchen table.

when you sit down, you notice jun sitting in the living room with more food on the table in front of him.

"this is sad. we can't even sit near each other," you say to him and grab a pair of wooden chopsticks from one of the plastic bags.

"both of us need to get better quickly," jun replies. "i ordered a lot, so we can just heat everything up. we can eat it the next few days."

you smile at him, "thank you."

"of course, baby."

after you finish eating, you clean up and go into the living room to lay on the loveseat again. jun is still eating his dinner while watching something on his phone.

"jun," you call out to him.

"hm?"

"can i hug you?" you ask him.

jun looks over and raises an eyebrow at you. "did you forget that we're sick?" he asks.

"but i miss my boyfriend," you inform him, watching jun smile from your response. "my boyfriend doesn't love me," you say with a sigh.

"baby, we're sick."

"so? if we're sick, then we're sick," you reply.

jun shakes his head for a second. "one minute," he says and sits back to lean against the front of the couch. you get off of the couch and go over to him. you sit on his lap and hug him. "if i get worst than you, you better take care of me," he says to you while hugging you.

"i'll nurse you back to health. don't worry," you reply with a smile. "love you."

"love you more, baby."

—

"okay, it's been five minutes."

"two more minutes."

"we're never going to get better."