nct imagines ii

haechan - sick

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"are you alive?"

you opened your eyes and saw haechan leaning over the back of the couch.

then, he laughed at you, "you're weak."

"shut up. why are you here?" you questioned, adjusting the blanket that was covering you.

"my parents made food for you and told me to drop it off. i guess your dad told them or something when they went to church," haechan replied. "want me to heat something up?" he asked.

"sure," you mumbled turning your body to lay on your side.

"did you take any medicine yet?" he asked while walking into the kitchen.

"yea," you replied.

"speak louder, i can't hear you from here."

"yes," you spoke louder but started coughing for a few seconds.

"are you still alive?" haechan asked once you stopped coughing.

you looked at the entranceway to the kitchen, where haechan was standing at a countertop, "will you stop asking that? i'll kick your ass when i get better," you said to him before laying your head back down.

"i'd like to see you try," he replied while you heard buttons on the microwave being pressed. "how hungry are you?" he turned back to look at you.

"hungry."

you managed to sit up even though you had zero energy. haechan brought you a bowl of soup once it was hot and tried to give it to you, but you couldn't even hold it.

"you're such a hassle," he sighed and held the bowl with one hand while grabbing the spoon with his other hand.

"just shut up and feed me," you replied.

"someone's angry, no hangry," he corrected and started feeding you. "how is it? good?" he asked. you nodded. "good, i spit it in," he claimed and you just stared at him. he started laughing, "i'm kidding, you idiot. i just wanted to see your reaction."

you reluctantly let him continue feeding you until you finished the entire bowl.

"do you want more food?" he asked you.

you shook your head, "i want to lay down," you answered.

"okay, i'll head out then," he said, holding the empty bowl. you laid down while haechan went into your kitchen to put the bowl away. then, he came back out and crouched down in front of you. "get better, stupid," he said and kissed the top of your forehead.

"can you stay until i fall asleep?" you asked him.

he sighed, "fine, but only if you take care of me if i get sick from being near you."

"deal." you closed you eyes and within a few minutes, you fell asleep again.

haechan sighed while standing up. he went back into the kitchen and washed the used bowl and his hands. then, he put the rest of the prepared food in the fridge before returning to the living room, where he crouched in front of you again.

he brushed back some of your hair that had fallen in your face before reaching in and kissing your forehead. "get better soon," he quietly spoke.