TMR Imagines and Preferences

He Gets Sick- Minho

Just as your movie loaded and began to play, you got a text from Alby. Minho was out with the rest of the guys for the night, and you were ready to spend the night curled up with a stack of rom-coms and chick flicks, and a bottle of your favorite wine. 

Alby: Y/N, Minho is in the bathroom right now, throwing his guts up. He was fine, but then he left and didn't come back so I checked on him. We're getting ready to leave so we can take him home. See you soon

Y/N: No no!! This is your night! I'll come and pick him up, and you guys can stay out. Just give me the name of the bar and I'll be there shortly

Alby: Oh, thanks a bunch Y/N. We're at Lachey's- down by the river

You clicked the movie off and changed out of your pj's. With an old pair of jeans, boots, and one of Minho's jumpers on, you grabbed your car keys and left to get him from the bar. Soon after getting in the car, you found the bar and went inside. Alby, Newt, Thomas, Zart, Jeff, and Clint were in a corner booth cracking up after Chuck made a joke. Thomas spotted you at the door and waved you over. 

"Hey guys, sorry to put a damper on your night," you apologized over the sound of a sports game and cheering throughout the bar. 

"It's not a problem Y/N," Alby replied. "We love seeing you, and besides, Minho keeps you to himself tucked up in your apartment too much anyway," Alby laughed and motioned to your neck, where you noticed a fresh love bite from that morning on your collarbone. 

Blushing profusely, you pulled Minho's jumper tighter around your body, and asked where the bathrooms were. Alby pointed to the opposite corner of the bar, and you said goodbye to all of the boys before going to get Minho, planning to get him back later for the love bite. 

You knocked on the door and called to him, "Minho? Darling it's me, Y/N. Alby told me you were sick so I came to get you." Just as you finished speaking the door creaked open a sliver, and you could see only one of Minho's eyes through the crack. 

"I'm sorry Y/N. I know you were looking forward to having me out of the house, and now you had to come and get me. I'm so sorry," Minho said, on the verge of tears. 

"Well, I think you needed a night out, especially since I only found out about this," you pulled the jumper away from your collarbone, "when your friends saw it and told me." 

Minho opened the door completely and focused on the bite, worried that he had hurt you before he saw what it really was. When you could see his entire face, your heart filled with pity. His face was pale and his eyes were hollow and deep in his head. He looked as close to death as you could get without dying. All focus in his mind was on your collar though, as he traced his thumb gently over the tender skin. 

"Come on Minho, we've got to get you home and rested before you can give me any more of those," you winked, and grabbed his clammy hand to lead him to the car. 

When you were back at home and had gotten Minho into his pajamas and in bed, you locked up the house and got in bed with him. 

"Y/N?" he whispered.

"Yes?" you replied softly. 

"Well since I can't give you any more love marks tonight, what if somebody else did?"

"Excuse me?" you asked sharply, pulling away from Minho's shoulder. 

"No, no, I didn't mean that. I meant, maybe we should see if your bites have any healing powers?" 

Even though it was dark, you could feel Minho smirk. You ran one hand over his bare chest, and could feel the shivers you sent through his body. "We could arrange that, couldn't we babe?" you hinted, starting the task on his collarbone, with every intent on marking Minho up so bad that he couldn't wear a tank out with his friends for days.