TMR Imagines and Preferences

He Cries in Front of You- Minho

This one might be a bit shorter because his mom isn't actually there, I can only drag things out for so long

Minho crawled into bed next to you, stirring you from sleep. It was seven in the morning, but every two weeks at this time he would video chat with his family, who still lived back in Seoul. It was eight o'clock at night there, and Minho was practically bouncing off of the walls. He loved talking to his family and whenever he could get you awake to talk to them he was even more ecstatic. In his hands there were two cups of coffee and he handed you yours in your favorite mug, prepared just the way you liked. He opened his laptop and logged in, waiting for the call to come in.

Usually the call came at exactly 7:05, but as the clock passed to 7:06, 7:07, and eventually 7:20, Minho's excitement had faded and his face drooped in disappointment.

"Do you think they forgot?" he asked, trying to hide the hurt in his voice. He was constantly afraid that he would miss something important or be forgotten because he was living halfway across the world. Moving here was a part of his dream, and it improved his career greatly, but he still worried that his family would easily do without him.

"No, they didn't forget you. I'm sure of it. They love you so much Minho, they would never forget you. I'm sure their internet isn't working or something. The call will come soon," you reassured, rubbing his arm.

Minutes passed on the clock and Minho's coffee grew cold on the side table. He did nothing but stare at the screen, moving only the cursor to keep the screen from going black every couple of minutes. Finally at 8:03, the screen lit up with a picture of him and his family on their trip to the Great Wall of China years ago. Minho pressed Accept eagerly, immediately perking up. He pulled you closer to him and draped one arm around your waist, waiting to see his family's faces appear on the screen. After a few seconds, his uncle appeared on the screen.

"U/N! How are you? We waited so long for this call to come through, was it your internet or something? I got Y/N up to say hi too! Where's the rest of the family?" Minho let out a long string of questions, anxiety easing out of him. His uncle's face barely lit up when he heard Minho speaking, which brought the anxiety right back.

"Uncle?" he asked again, pulling you tighter to him and pressing his fingers tightly into your side.

"Minho, I'm so sorry, but I don't have long to talk. Your mother, she is in the hospital. Four days ago she started getting violently sick and we haven't been able to help her symptoms since then. She got worse each day, even when we took her to the hospital. I'm in the waiting room at the hospital right now- we've all been here for the past day and a half," his uncle rushed, glancing over his shoulder every couple of seconds.

"Wh-what? What's going on? Why aren't they helping her? Uncle! Why did no one tell me?"

Minho's uncle put his hand over the microphone and spoke to someone, then looked back at the camera. "Minho, I've got to go. Something happened with your mother and I have to go sign some paperwork for a new medicine they want to try. I'll try to be in contact with you and let you know if anything changes. We all love you, and we'll talk soon, I promise. I have to go-" his uncle said, right before the video cut off. Minho, who had been so excited to see his family, sat there torn apart. He shut the laptop, and stared at the wall.

"What if she doesn't get better?" Minho asked, with a monotone voice you had never heard from him before. "What if she dies and I'm not there to tell her that I love her?"

For a moment, you said nothing, worried that anything you said to break the silence would only make the situation worse. Then, a guttural sob came from Minho's throat, and he turned to you. His eyes were glossy and swimming with tears.

"Y/N-" he gasped.

"Shhh, baby come here," you whispered, opening your arms. Minho gladly dove into them, crying on your shoulder and putting both of his arms around you.

"This isn't your fault. This isn't your fault sweetheart I promise," you said. Minho continued to bawl his eyes out, soaking the sleeve of the shirt of his you were wearing. "Listen to me- we'll fly out tomorrow and go and see your mom. It's spring break so we're both off. We haven't visited in ages, and you need to see them all."

Minho raised his head and looked at you. "Really? We can do that?"

"Of course we can. There's nothing stopping us, we should have planned on visiting anyway. Get your laptop and we'll get the tickets now."

Minho was still crying even after you had bought and printed the tickets, but he was much calmer. You tucked the tickets in the rim of the bedroom mirror, and Minho came up behind you staring at them. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and hugged you around the waist from behind.

"Thank you baby, thank you so much," he whispered in your ear.

"Don't think that I wouldn't do anything to make you happy. Besides, they're my family too, and I want to be there if one of them is sick. I care about them too."

Minho smiled and hugged you tighter. "You make this so easy," he said still smiling like an idiot.

"What?"

"Knowing that I chose the perfect girl for me. Knowing that I can't ever be this happy with anyone else. Knowing that you're the girl I'm gonna marry and buy a house with. Knowing that I want you to be the girl who has my babies, and knowing that you are the girl I want to grow old with," Minho proclaims proudly.

"Well you saying that makes this easy," you smiled, slowly leaning into Minho's chest and giving him a gentle kiss where he needed it most.