Wild thoughts | Stray Kids Imagines

You'll get the flu | Bang Chan

You were feeling absolutely miserable. Somehow, you had caught the flu, complete with a runny nose, sore throat, and a mild fever. Your face was puffy and swollen, making you feel even worse.

You had called in sick to work and spent the entire day in bed, unable to stand without getting dizzy. The only times you moved were to crawl to the bathroom and back.

To make matters worse, your wonderful boyfriend Chan was coming home from a tour any minute now, and you couldn't even greet him properly.

You had tried to find some medicine earlier, but realized you were out of stock, so not even that could offer you some relief.

You heard the front door open and Chan's voice calling out, "Y/n?"

"Bedroom," you mumbled, but it was probably too weak for him to hear.

You heard Chan's footsteps getting closer, and within moments, he appeared in the doorway. His face was a mixture of concern and relief.

"Y/n, oh no," he said, rushing over to your side. He gently placed a hand on your forehead, frowning at the warmth. "You're burning up."

"I'm sorry, Chan," you croaked. "I wanted to greet you properly."

He shook his head, his eyes filled with love and worry. "Don't be silly. I'm just glad you're here, even if you're sick."

Chan disappeared for a moment, and you heard him moving around the house. He returned with a glass of water, some tissues, and a cold compress. He carefully placed the compress on your forehead, the coolness providing immediate relief.

"Here, drink this," he said, helping you sit up slightly to sip the water. You did as he instructed, grateful for his care.

"Did you eat anything today?" he asked, his voice soft but firm.

You shook your head. "Just couldn't manage it."

Chan sighed, but he didn't scold you. "I'll make you some soup and run out to get you some medicine. Just rest here, okay?"

You nodded, feeling too weak to argue. As he left the room, you felt a bit of comfort knowing he was there. The house felt warmer, more alive with him in it.

A short while later, Chan returned with a steaming bowl of chicken soup. He helped you sit up and started feeding you, making sure you took small, manageable bites. The warmth of the soup was soothing, and the simple act of eating made you feel slightly better.

"Thank you, Chan," you said weakly, leaning back against the pillows once you had finished.

"Anything for you," he replied, tucking the blankets around you more snugly. "Now, I'll go get you that medicine. Be right back."

Chan hurried out, returning shortly with a bag of medicine. He gave you the prescribed dosage, and you already started to feel a bit of relief.

"I really missed you," Chan said softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Chan, no," you protested weakly. "You'll get the flu too."

He smiled gently. "I don't care. I missed you too much."

Ignoring your protests, Chan pressed a tender kiss to your lips. Despite feeling awful, the kiss made your heart flutter.

"Now, let's get you comfortable," he said, slipping into bed next to you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "Cuddle up and try to sleep. I'll be right here."

You nestled into his embrace, the warmth of his body soothing. With Chan holding you, you finally managed to fall into a restful sleep.

The next morning, you woke up feeling slightly better. The medicine and rest had helped. But when you turned to look at Chan, you saw he was awake and sniffling.

"Oh no, Chan," you said, guilt washing over you. "I told you you'd get sick."

He gave you a tired but loving smile. "Worth it. I'm just glad you're feeling better."

Despite both being sick, you spent the day together, wrapped up in blankets, watching movies, and taking care of each other. And even though you felt guilty, you couldn't help but feel grateful for having such a caring and loving boyfriend by your side.