Exo Imagines

Sick (ChenYeol)

Sighing out a deep, exaggerated breath he let his head fall back to rest on the back of the sofa, his aching body slumping into the soft, plush settee cushions.

He let his eyes close as he took in slow, relaxing breaths, not wanting his ribs to move too much in case he felt the sharp agonising pain ripple through them that had been plaguing him for days.

"Why is it always me," Chanyeol muttered to himself and he let his fingers feel blindly for his fleecy throw blanket, pulling it up to cover his chest and his legs, his toes poking out through the bottom.

Then, with no prier warning, not sounds or smells indicating what would happen to Chanyeol next. Feeling the pair of damp, warm lips press against his made Chanyeol's eye shoot open, seeing nothing but the chin of the imposter as they held Chanyeol in one of those cute upside down kisses you often see in romantic movies.

"Jongdae?" Chanyeol muttered against his older group mates lips.

Chen pulled away a little, leaving only a couple centimetre gap between his own and Chanyeol's mouths. "That my name," The older boy chuckled, letting the tip of his nose rub against Chanyeol's, Chan's arms wrapping around Chanyeol's neck to let his hands slip down into the blanket to grip Chanyeol's thin pyjama shirt.

"What was that for?" Chanyeol asked and shuffled a little so he could look into Chen's deep chocolate eyes.

"Am I not allowed to kiss my sick boyfriend?" Chen joked, letting his long fingers trace small circles on the younger lads stomach.

"I'm not sick," Chanyeol protested.

"You have a broken leg," Chen noted sternly, nodding down to Chanyeol's leg, which he broke when he tripped during a stage performance several days before. Chen then returned to looking deep into Chanyeol's eyes. "I'm sure that classes as 'sick'."

"I am not sick!" the younger boy moaned and moved his face away from Chen's, crossing his arms across his chest and pouting moodily.

"Oh, okay then," Chen mumbled and hopped over the back of the sofa to land into the cushion at Chanyeol's side. "I guess you don't want me to cook for you then."

Chanyeol's eyes suddenly shot open, his head snapping round to look at CChen's smug expression. Chanyeol's grabbed Chen and dragged him across the gap with force to wrap his arms around his older boyfriends shoulders. "No hyung!" Chanyeol cried and buried his face into Chen's shoulder. "I'll starve!"

"Okay... okay..." Chen yelled and tried to tease himself from Chanyeol's strong grip. "I'll make you food!"

"Thanks hyung!" Chanyeol chirped happily, a triumphant smirk set on his lips.