Mark Tuan - Imagines

Sick as Hell

"Babe," Mark calls you on the phone one morning. "I'm free tonight. What do you want to do?"

"I think I'm going down with the flu. I can't go out." You sniffle. Your whole body is aching. Even holding the phone up to your ear takes much of your energy. 

"Did you go see a doctor?" He sounds really worried.

"I don't think it's that bad. I just need to rest."

"I'll be coming over as soon as we finish our practice."

"No, Mark. I don't want you getting sick, too. You better just rest in your dorm or go out with the other boys." 

Like he ever listens. Of course, he doesn't. 

Your door opens at exactly six thirty in the evening. You already know who it is.

"Mark. I told you not to come," you shout from your room. 

He doesn't answer. Instead, you hear him in the kitchen. After some clanging and banging, he comes in your room with a tray of pizza, cola, and some fruit juice. 

"Ugh," you cover your face with the blanket. You look like a freakin' mess. You haven't taken a shower yet and your nose is red. 

He sets the tray down on the table and pulls the blanket down. 

"Hey..." he smiles at you. 

"Don't look at me. Don't even come near me. I look like shit." Trying to pull the blanket up back over your head, but he's much stronger. 

He chuckles. "You still look beautiful, baby. Here, take this first." He shoves a pill inside your mouth and lets you sip on the juice."

You swallow the bitter medicine with difficulty and frown at him. "Is that the way you treat your sick girlfriend?"

He laughs. "Your cute when you frown." He kisses the tip of your nose. "I brought you pizza." 

The smell of the pizza makes you sit up. You haven't eaten all day and your stomach is starting to complain. 

He takes one slice to your mouth and you bite. The cheesy, chewy, fattening food brings a smile to your face. 

"Thanks," you say as you take another bite. 

"You look even cuter when you stuff your mouth with food like that," he laughs again. 

You roll your eyes at him. 

"Wait here," he puts the pizza back on the tray and gets something from his bag. "I've downloaded 'Shannara Chronicles'." It's a new series you've always wanted to watch but too lazy to download. 

You beam at him. 

He goes under the covers beside you on the bed and puts the laptop on his lap. His arm is around your shoulder and you lean to him, feeling comfortable. 

"But, Mark. You might get the flu, too." You look up at him, worried. 

He takes your chin and kisses you at the lips. "The more reason I have to stay here with you." He smirks. 

The thought of spending your time with Mark makes you light-headed with frenzy. 

He plays the first episode. Only half way through the show, you're already yawning, must be the effect of the medicine. 

"Come here," he closes the laptop and pulls you closer to him. "You feel cold?"

"Uh-huh." The blanket over you doesn't seem to help you keep warm.

He puts one arm under you and another over. "I'll keep you warm," he chuckles, pinning you under him. 

"Mark..." you yell, but giggle at the same time. He's half squishing you. 

"I know one way to keep you hot," he starts kissing your neck, then lower. 

That did it. Slowly, you're chills transform to trembles. You know what I mean....

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