Quick, impromptu imagine for dear VV~ Hope you enjoy and feel better, dear!
You wonder if people even care, sometimes. At all.
'How're you feeling, dear?' the nurse asks she practically shoves a thermometer down your throat, while multitasking with several clipboards and an IV drip for the patient next to you, a Starbucks cup of coffee balanced precariously in her arms.
Silence answers her. You can't really reply with a stick lodged in your throat, can you? So you vouch for a wan shake of the head and stare miserably up at the ceiling. The nurse clicks her tongue at you for not having an actual answer and ignores you momentarily, waddling away to attend someone else.
The cheap, ceiling-dominating lights blind you.
She waddles back to check the thermometer.
'38.5 degrees celsius. A bit warm eh, but you'll be fine at home, right? Drink lots of fluids, eat light, and have lots of rest.' The nurse hauls you up and gives you an impatient shove towards the door.
You think that they don't care, sometimes. At all.
As you stumble out of the hospital, and down the path back to your apartment block, you pass many an indifferent stranger- a newspaper man, an old lady, someone carrying burdensome groceries, a businessman, some noisy, obnoxious children.
No one gives you a second glance.
Not even when you fall into an unexpected coughing fit in the middle of the pavement, wheezing and hacking your lungs out. No one notices, except for the rare pedestrian who shoots you a dirty look for blocking up the stingy, cement walkway.
Your footsteps are heavier now, heavier than they were on the way to the doctors. Each step thuds dully against the ground, though you can't hear it, buried beneath the thick fog of noise that rises to suffocate you.
You run into someone by accident. They swear at you in a tongue you haven't quite grasped. 'Sorry,' you mutter.
'Watch where you're going.' A sneer.
You sniffle in response.
The smothering heat drills into you, the bronze sun hanging high like a shiny medallion on display. Today is especially stifling, and you have a fever.
The air tastes acrid in your mouth, and the sweltering humidity seeps into your t-shirt. Your mouth is dry, your throat parched from coughing. Everything seems too hot now.
And no one seems to care what you think. Or want.
Until a hand grasps your wrist gingerly, pulls you from the crowd, into the rejuvenating space of an air-conditioned heaven. A cough racks through your body. And suddenly, there's someone rubbing your back soothingly and whispering kind words into your ear.
Maybe someone does care...
'Park Chanyeol! What do you think you're doing pulling girls off the street? She must be much afraid- and- oh! It's you, my dear.' The beautiful, worn face of Mrs Park greets you as she pushes you onto a luxurious leather couch with a motherly smile.
Chanyeol grins at you abashedly. 'She looked like she was going to faint, mum.'
'Oh, oh dear, are you sick, Venus?' Mrs Park ploughs on without waiting for an answer.' That's no good, darling, Chanyeol's been waiting far too long for you. I say he's,' Her voice lowers with a conspirational wink. 'got something for you.'
You blush furiously, though you're not sure it's any difference, what with the heat and all.
'What did she say, Venus? Did she tell you I used my shirt as a mop because I didn't like it? It was the ugliest and most uncomfortable polo I'd seen in a long time, Venus, I swear.'
You blink at him. 'No, your mum didn't say that... But uh, that's nice to know anyway.'
He used his shirt as a mop. Seriously.
He awkwardly touches his sideburns. 'Ah. Huh. Okay. Uhh... How are you feeling?'
'Like crap?'
'Oh...'
Mrs Park glances between the two of you mischieviously and casually slings her bag over her shoulder. 'Well, I'm going out for groceries. Darlings, I know it's hot, but please keep your clothes on. You can always make the air-con a little colder. Okay?'
'Mum-!' Chanyeol groans but she's already out the door, obviously expecting her son's protests against her choice of words.
'Oh uh... That was weird. Okay sorry. You feel like crap? Well can I make you feel better?'
Maybe someone cares... a lot.
'I want you to play guitar for me and make me chicken soup.'
'But you... hate the chicken soup I make...? You claim it's inedible.'
'It is! Oh so maybe not your soup. Can you get me some water? Actually don't. You'll probably put salt in it or something.' You rise to go to the kitchen but Chanyeol stops you, holding a long arm out to prevent you from moving.
'I'll get you your water and I won't put anything in it, I promise. And I'll play you guitar and nurse you back to health, yeah? Trust me, Venus. I need you healthy if we're going to the EXO studios next week. Arasseo?'
You lean into the couch. 'Aww you're so nice, Channie. Can I have my water now, please?'
He leans in and kisses your cheek. 'Feel better soon, Venus,' he murmurs before jumping away to the kitchens to get you some water.
You raise your eyebrows. What the... Oh well.
Outside, unbeknownst to the pair of you, Mrs Park grins manically, secretly feeling very pleased after seeing the interaction between her son and you. She begins walking towards the mall, while dialing a particular number.
It picks up after a few rings.
'Hello?'
'Hello, it's Mrs Park. I saw Venus on the way and told her to come in, it's too hot la. She's currently at home with my son, Chanyeol, while I'm going shopping. Phase one of ship Channus/Venyeol complete- is this like a drama yet? I feel like a highschool girl getting her friends together, okay no, I know I'm not young. What we do next?'
You hear a curious muttering outside and look out the window. There, standing on the path leading to the house, is Mrs Park. Turns out she's taking her time to get to the groceries. She's on the phone, speaking rather loudly and you open the window.
'No, no, no! We can't just push them together under a hose! Your daughter will get sicker- Ohhh so you want her to get sicker so Chanyeol can look after her more?' There's a devious smile on Mrs Park's face. 'Oh you so evil to your little girl, ah. But sounds like a good plan.'
'What is she doing?' Chanyeol asks from beside you, handing you a cup of cool water.
You shrug, a complacent smile forming on your lips. 'I have no idea.'
But you do. Somewhat, anyway. Sounds like a specific pair of parents are vouching for a particular ship you don't mind sailing.
Well then... XD Before, this imagine was supposed to be dramatic and moody and a bit angsty but then I was like 'nah', let's just follow my brain. Which is a rather terrible idea since my brain loves going off on tangents. I had to change the title about a billion times because of that XD Hope you liked it anyway. There's a cute Chanyeol sideburn wink in the sidebar media thing :) Vote! Comment! Thanks! ~Dancing
