Boyfriend imagines

The clingy cold pt.1

It all started with a sneeze.

B/N had been sniffling all day, but he insisted it was just allergies. I wasn’t convinced, and when he came home from work with a stuffy nose, watery eyes, and a pitiful expression, I knew we were in for it.

“Y/N,” he whined as he stumbled into the living room, flopping dramatically onto the couch, “I think I’m dying.”

I stifled a laugh as I walked over, gently placing a hand on his forehead. “You’re not dying, B/N. You’re just sick.”

He groaned, pulling a blanket over his head like a little kid. “Same thing. I feel awful.”

I couldn’t help but smile at how melodramatic he was being. B/N was always tough when it came to other things, but when he got sick, it was a whole different story. He turned into the neediest, clingiest, most adorable person on the planet.

“Okay, Mr. Dramatic,” I said, tugging the blanket down so I could see his face. “Let me take care of you. How about some tea?”

He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes pleading. “Can you make it with honey? And maybe some of those little cookies I like?”

“Of course,” I replied, already heading toward the kitchen. “You just stay there and rest.”

As I prepared the tea, I could hear B/N sniffling and shifting around on the couch, probably trying to find a comfortable position. When I returned with the tea and cookies, he looked up at me with the saddest puppy-dog eyes I’d ever seen.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he mumbled, taking the cup from my hands and wrapping both of his around it like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

I sat down beside him, running my fingers through his hair in soothing strokes. “You’re welcome. Just relax, okay? I’ve got everything under control.”

He nodded, taking a small sip of the tea. “You’re the best, you know that?”

I chuckled softly. “I try.”

For a while, we sat in comfortable silence. B/N leaned against me, his head resting on my shoulder as he sipped his tea. I could feel the warmth of his body pressed against mine, and despite the fact that he was sick, there was something incredibly comforting about being so close to him.

“You’re so warm,” he murmured, snuggling closer. “I think you’re making me feel better already.”

“Good,” I replied, wrapping my arm around him and pulling him closer. “That’s the plan.”

He finished his tea and set the cup on the coffee table, then turned his attention fully to me. “Y/N, can we just stay like this forever?”

I laughed softly. “Forever might be a bit much, but we can stay like this as long as you want tonight.”

B/N made a contented sound, burying his face in my neck. “Deal. You’re stuck with me now.”

We stayed cuddled up on the couch for a while longer, watching some random TV show that neither of us was really paying attention to. B/N kept shifting, trying to get closer, and I couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was being.

Finally, after a while, he looked up at me with those big, tired eyes and whispered, “Y/N, will you take me to bed? I’m exhausted.”

“Of course,” I said softly, standing up and holding out my hand.

He took it, letting me pull him up. As we made our way to the bedroom, he didn’t let go of my hand, clinging to me like I was his lifeline.

Once we were in bed, he immediately curled up against me, his head on my chest and his arms wrapped around my waist. “I’m so lucky to have you,” he mumbled sleepily. “You’re the best nurse ever.”

I laughed quietly, running my fingers through his hair again. “I’m just doing what any good girlfriend would do.”

“No,” he insisted, his voice muffled by my shirt, “you’re special. You always know how to make me feel better.”

His words made my heart swell, and I pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you, B/N.”

“I love you too, Y/N,” he whispered back, already half-asleep.

For the rest of the night, I held him close, listening to his soft breathing and feeling the rise and fall of his chest against mine. Even though he was sick, there was something incredibly peaceful about this moment.

B/N might have been needy, clingy, and a bit of a baby when he was sick, but I wouldn’t trade these moments for anything. It was in times like these that I realized just how much I loved taking care of him, how much I loved being the one he turned to when he needed comfort.

As I lay there, with B/N snuggled against me, I couldn’t help but smile. Life wasn’t always perfect, but with him by my side, it was pretty darn close. And as long as we had each other, I knew we could handle anything—even a clingy cold.

-to be continued