Josh Dun Imagines [1]

Josh was off tour for a while, but he loves when he has time for me. We would go to eat, go boxing, and maybe sometimes go on walks. He loves exercising, especially with me. He hates going alone at times, but I love it when I go. Today we were heading to the gym, we wanted to go walk because we love walks. His hand was holding mine, I looked at him. He was not wearing a hat, but a tank top, and camo leggings. His blue tooth ear buds were hanging on the back of his neck, the ones he always had on stage. 

He notice me looking at him so then he leans down to kiss my forehead. I smiled after we reached the gym and entered. I saw Josh looking at his phone, putting on his music and putting on ear bud in so he can hear me. I minded my own business going on the treadmill, running for a good time. I always knew Josh would always watch me but we're both the same. I hopped off the machine and started to walk where Josh was doing squats like usually. He has numbered his workouts. First, he did squats, second, crunches, third, weights, then fourth running for the rest of the hour.

Me? I just do whatever's there to do, till Josh is ready to go. I slapped his ass when I passed by and he laughs, shaking his head slightly not even looking at me as he did his squats. I smiled getting on my knees and hands to do push-ups. I start off with 50 every day, I heard Josh grunt while doing his crunches. I reached to 50 and I walked over to Josh. "Do you remember that guy you were friends with?"

"Who? Chris?"

"Yeah, Chris." I got on my knees and held Josh's feet. Every time he lifts up his lips almost inches from mine. "He's a nice guy. He should come to the anniversary party." Josh shrugs a bit and kept going. "I could. He is a cool guy, very funny. His wife is actually a good baker too. A cake decorator."

"Really?" I asked, he nods. "Ciara, she does make good cakes. Her two kids are school drummers."

"Oh wow. Probably inspired by you." He laughs. He lifts up and pecks me on the lips before going back down. "Give me a kiss every time I lift up." He says, I smiled. "That's weird." I said jokingly. He pecks my lips again then goes down, this time when he kisses me I held him in place, holding his cheeks, kissing him softly. He smiles, pulling me close to him. I pulled back, "Are you gonna do weights?" I asked.

"I was thinking of something else."

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