Wild thoughts | Stray Kids Imagines

Nurse Han | Han Jisung

This was requested by her_ot8 . I hope you like it :)

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You were sitting on the couch with your leg propped up on a stack of pillows, staring at the television, but not really watching. Your knee throbbed faintly beneath the brace, and your mood was just as sore as your injury. The recent ligament surgery had left you feeling more frustrated than anything else. You hated being stuck in one place, unable to do much of anything. 

Jisung, however, seemed determined to make sure you didn't stay in this funk for long. 

"Alright, Nurse Han is reporting for duty!" he announced as he marched into the living room, wearing one of your aprons over his sweatshirt and holding a tray with snacks and a mug of tea. The apron was covered in little cartoon animals, which made the whole sight almost comically adorable. 

You couldn't help but crack a small smile as he set the tray down on the coffee table and immediately started fluffing the pillows under your leg. "How are we feeling today, patient Y/N? Do we need more snacks? Another blanket? A dramatic serenade to cheer you up?" 

"Serenade?" you repeated, raising an eyebrow. "What, are you going to sing your own songs to me?" 

"Of course not," he said with mock offense. "I was thinking something more heartfelt, like..." He cleared his throat and, in a ridiculously deep voice, began to sing, "*Looking like a chef, I'm a five-star Michelin—*" 

You burst out laughing, wincing slightly as the movement made your knee ache. "Jisung, stop, my knee hurts!" 

"Oh no!" he gasped, immediately dropping to his knees beside you. "I'm sorry, baby. Here, let me make it better." He leaned over and pressed a series of kisses to your knee brace, each one more exaggerated than the last. 

You rolled your eyes but couldn't stop smiling. "You're such a dork." 

"But I'm *your* dork," he said with a wink, climbing onto the couch beside you. He tucked a blanket around your shoulders and then pulled you into his side, careful to avoid jostling your leg. "Now, tell me what you need. I'm at your service." 

"I don't know," you said with a sigh. "I just feel... useless. I can't do anything without help. I hate this." 

His face softened, and he tilted your chin up to look at him. "Hey, none of that," he said gently. "You just had surgery. You're healing, and that's not useless. That's brave. You're doing amazing, and I'm so proud of you." 

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you sniffled. "Why are you so nice to me?" 

"Because I love you," he said simply, brushing a kiss to your forehead. 

Over the next few days, Jisung was practically glued to your side. When you were in pain, he held your hand and distracted you with silly stories and jokes. When you were sad, he cuddled you close and kissed away your tears. He even carried you—bridal style—when you needed to move around, despite your protests that you were too heavy. 

"You're not heavy!" he insisted, dramatically flexing his biceps as he lifted you. "These bad boys were made for carrying my girl." 

One evening, when the pain in your knee was particularly bad, you couldn't hold back the frustrated tears that spilled down your cheeks. Jisung immediately dropped everything and sat beside you, holding you tightly as you cried into his chest. 

"It's okay, baby," he murmured, stroking your hair. "I've got you. I'm right here. Just let it out." 

When you finally calmed down, he peppered your face with soft kisses, making you giggle despite yourself. "You're so cute when you smile," he said, grinning. "If I have to smother you in kisses to keep you smiling, then so be it." 

By the time you were well enough to start moving around on your own again, you realized just how much Jisung's care and love had meant to you during your recovery. 

"You've been the best nurse ever," you told him one evening, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

"Nurse Han at your service," he said with a laugh, kissing the tip of your nose. "But seriously, I'm just glad I could be here for you. You mean everything to me, Y/N." 

And in that moment, with his arms around you and his smile lighting up the room, you felt like the luckiest person in the world.