NCT short imagines

Sick

K.Doyoung
Sick
Word count:1115
This was requested by TylerWaffles hope you enjoy💕

Doyoung's POV

"She's still not here." I sigh. "Maybe she's stuck in traffic." Taeyong says. "Traffic? She always walks here. There must be something, I'm calling her." I take my phone and dial her phone number. "She doesn't pick up." I sigh again. Y/N'd come over and have a date at home, very cozy but she's late. It's strange since she's never late or at least she'd let me know.

I tried calling again and after a few rings I got voicemail once again. I start texting her but she doesn't even read them. I wait for a couple of minutes before calling her again. "What if she got into an accident? Or what if she got kidnapped?" I questioned. "No, she's always very careful. I don't think a car or something ran over her." Johnny tells me.

"You never know. Bad things always happen to good people." I tried calling once again, I won't stop until she picks up the phone. "Oh no!" I gasped. "What is it?" Jungwoo asked. "What if she's cheating? Maybe she's with some random dude at her apartment doing who knows what." They all shook their heads. "Y/n cheating? She's nothing like that!"

"Again, you never know." I was already getting mad at the thought of her with someone else. "Just go to her apartment. If she's on her way here you'll find her. And else you'll find her at home, most likely." Yuta tells me. "But I don't want to see her with some dude at her place." He rolls his eyes. "Stop making conclusions that will never actually happen and just go to her now! Maybe it's something else and she needs your help."

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Y/N's POV

Someone knocked on the door. My body hurts and I'm too tired to get up. "Come in." I tried yelling but I realised my voice couldn't even reach the end of my bedroom. "Y/n, are you home? Please open, it's me Doyoung." The thin walls made it easy for me to hear him. I need to open the door now. I got myself out of the many blankets that wrapped me up. The cold air hitting me.

"I'm coming, just a second." It's not that he'll hear me, but I can try. My head felt so heavy. I opened the door door to see my boyfriend standing. His face full with worry and concern. "Y/n!" His voice going a tone higher than normal, it made my head ache. "Shush, don't be so loud."

Doyoung's POV

I could barely hear her voice. I looked her up and down. Pj pants with a top, red nose, eyes almost closed and messy hair. "Are you sick?" I asked. "Yes." She mumbles. "I'm sorry I didn't let you know, but I haven't been out of bed yet." I get inside and she sits on the couch. "Where are the blankets? You look cold." Where usually all the blankets were folded, was nothing.

"They're all in my bed. But it's okay. I'm sorry for the date, it'll have to wait." She takes a tissue and sneezes in it. "You need a doctor." I tell her. "No it's just a simple flue, just a couple days at home and I'll be the old y/n again." I shake my head at her stubbornness. "Then at least go back to bed, I'll take care of you." I tell her.

"No, you go home. I don't want you to get sick." Like I said, she's stubborn and that will never change. "Go to bed, I'll clean up, get you medicine and make your some soup or tea whatever you want." She finally gets up and slowly walks to her room again. I shouldn't have judged so quickly, I know she won't cheat on me.

"Is there anything you need or want?" I ask her. "No I'm good." She mumbles. "You're sick, don't tell me you're good. Let me measure your temperature." I look at the numbers going up, this is not good. I get up and go to her bathroom, I get a little cloth and make it wet with some cold water. When I get back I place it on her forehead.