Why Don't We Imagines

jonah marais | sick days

i'll be changing a couple things once again for some of my imagines so i hope you guys dont mind too much. so heres a new batch of imagines :)

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'how're you feeling sweetheart?' jonah asked over the phone

a couple days ago, you'd contracted a cold after coming home from the beach.

'i'm doing ok i guess' you cough

'do you want me to get anything for you?' he asked once more

'maybe some soup would be nice' you reply as your voice cracks

'ok, i'll be there in 15' he states before ending the call

there you lay on your bed, wrapped in multiple blankets. as you waited, you decided to watch y/s/n on netflix until jonah arrived. you unraveled yourself from the mass of blankets and trudged over to the desk and pick up the macbook. coughing, you finally made your way back to the bed and turned on the computer.

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*ping* your phone rung from the nightstand, you pause the show and turn towards the table to see a message from jonah

jonah 💘
i'm at the door, can i come in?

you text back a yes before hearing the door unlock. footsteps could be heard entering into the kitchen and shortly after more footsteps pound on the wood stair case as they slowly reach the door

'hey there' jonah smiles as he cracks open the door with a bowl of soup

you weakly smile at him as you slowly sit up, 'hey'

he walks over to nightstand to place the bowl gently onto the table, he then slowly makes his way to the other side of the bed and slides into the mountain of blankets

'don't you have stuff to do jonah' you ask as he wraps an arm around your shoulder

'yeah, taking care of you' he smiles before kissing your forehead

'but i'm gonna get you sick' you pout as he continues to smile

'you might, but i'm willing to take that chance' he replies

'you're really something else' you chuckle

'you mean i'm something different' he smirks

'i hate you' you laugh

'you love me' he retorts