Seventeen Imagines

Dino

Imagine for asianteddie

It was about 12:30PM and you were still in bed. You held your stomach in pain, trying to get back to sleep. You bury your face in the pillow and groan into it.

"Why did I have to be born a girl?" You mutter into the pillow.

You were supposed to be getting ready to head to the practice room with your boyfriend, Lee Chan, but you'd been hit with every girls nightmare. Cramps.

You hear a gentle knock on your door and you sit up quickly.

"Come in!" You call out.

The door opens to reveal Lee Chan, grinning adorably at you. His smile fades a little when he sees you still in bed.

"What are you still doing in bed? We gotta go!" He walks over to you and sits on the edge of your bed. He ruffles your hair affectionately and you give him an apologetic look.

"Can I skip today? I'm, uh, not feeling so good." You say awkwardly.

"Huh? Are you sick?" He immediately looks concerned and you give him a half hearted smile.

"No, no I'm fine. Just a stomach ache." There was no way you were going to explain the concept of cramps to him.

He reaches out and touches your forehead gently with the back of his hand. He strokes your cheek, still looking worried.

"Are you sure? It could be anything." He says.

"I'm sure. You can go to practice without me I'll be fine." You say reassuringly.

"Okay... I'll be back soon."

He gives you a kiss on the forehead and walks out of the room. You lie down and massage your stomach, trying to remember if you had any painkillers. You then over and curse into a pillow, just when the door opens and Lee Chan comes rushing back in. He jumps on the bed next to you, looking extremely worried.

"Y/N! Y/N, wake up!" He says, shaking your shoulder.

"What is it?" You mumble. You turn your head and peek at him. He's looking down and his phone, scrolling down quickly.

"Google says you have stomach cancer." He announces.

You laugh hysterically into the pillow and shake your head. He gapes at you, looking at you like you were crazy.

"Why are you laughing? You could be dying!" He says, exasperated.

"That's not it Lee Chan. Now, go to practice, Coups will be annoyed if you're late." You say.

"He won't be mad at me, he loves me really. Plus, I think you need to go to the doctor."

He puts his arm around you, pulling you to him. You put your head on his shoulder and he kisses your hair. He leans his cheek against your head.

"I'll be alright, Lee Chan its just a stomach ache." You say, quietly.

"Does it hurt a lot?" He asks.

He strokes your hair gently and you smile, completely at ease with him. Even some of the pain seems to have faded.

"No, not really. You can go now, I'll be fine."

"Are you sure? Because I can-"

"Lee Chan. I'll be fine."

"Okay, okay. I'm going."

He releases you and slides off the bed. He gives you a small wave and then runs out the door. You lie back down and stare at the ceiling, feeling slightly disappointed.

"Ah! I forgot!" You hear Lee Chan call out and he runs back into the room for the third time. He walks over to the bed and leans over you. He leans in and gives you a soft kiss. "I love you."

"Love you too." You say and he runs off, grinning.

As soon as he's gone you let out a groan of pain. You get up and grab whatever snacks you can find. You look around for pain killers but come up empty.

"Gonna have to grin and bare it." You mutter to yourself.

You go to the bathroom and look in the mirror, attempting to brush your hair and look presentable. Your phone buzzes on the counter and you unlock it to see a message from Lee Chan.

Are you still alive???

You shake your head and smile at your adorable dork.

Yes. Now go and dance.

He texts back a millisecond later.

Please don't die. Love you, bye.

You laugh out loud and walk back to your room. You collapse onto your bed and stay in the position for the rest of the day, feeling like crap. As evening fell you were on YouTube, watching someone trying to communicate with a goldfish. You heard the front door open and you glance at the time on your laptop.

Huh. He's late. Must have been intense practice, you think to yourself.

You hear him walk over and the door slowly opens. Lee Chan pokes his head around the door, looking awkward.

"Hey there. Did you have fun?" You say to him.

"Yeah. Uh, so, the guys explained the whole stomach ache thing to me." He says, looking sheepish.

You hold back your laughter and raise your eyebrows.

"Oh did they? What did they say?"

"They told me to be nice to you. And I, uh, got you some stuff."

He walks in with several things in his arms, including a hot water bottle, chocolate and some movies. You let out a laugh and he looks at you, surprised.

"Who told you to get this stuff, Lee Chan?" You ask. This explains why he was late, anyway.

"The internet. I'm also suppose to hug you apparently." He says, sitting in your bed and placing the stuff on it. He looks at you, anxiously. "Do you like them? Did I do it right?"

"I love you." You say and you wrap your arms around his neck, laughing into his shoulder.

"I'm taking that as a yes. Are you feeling better?" He asks, wrapping his arms around you.

"Yes, yes I am." You pull back and give him a quick kiss. "Now, I want my hot water bottle."

"Really?" He looks extremely excited by this prospect and you laugh again.
"Im glad I did it right."

"You did perfectly. Let's watch a movie, you look tired."

He nods and rubs his eye. You sit back on the bed together, eating chocolate and watching the movies on a laptop.

Even though your day started crappy, it ended perfectly. All because of him. And the internet.
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This imagine was inspired by my little brother who, for the life of him, could not understand why I wouldn't go into the pool on our family holiday last year.

#justgirlythings
~Lucy