stray kids imagines

minho | when words fall short

ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ starsforskzzz
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angst / 1207
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it was just another ordinary day, or so you thought. you had woken up with a dull ache in your side, but nothing you couldn't handle.

however, as the morning passed, the pain slowly started to worsen, creeping up in intensity. by lunchtime, you could barely stand straight. you knew you couldn't just stay home, and you didn't want to ruin minho's day either, so you decided to make a plan.

minho had been swamped with work lately, and you knew he probably wouldn't notice if you snuck into his office. he often worked through lunch, so you thought that a quick, warm lunch would be the perfect excuse to get close to him, even if only for a little while.

you packed a simple meal, something you knew he liked, and wrapped it up nicely, trying to hide the pain you were feeling.

as you arrived at the jype building, the pain in your side made it harder to walk, but you pushed through. you were determined to make this work.

you walked through the familiar hallways, feeling the weight of your growing discomfort. when you finally reached minho's office, you knocked gently on the door. there was no response, but you pushed it open anyway, hoping he'd notice you.

"minho?" you called softly, trying to keep your voice steady.

he looked up from his desk, his expression distracted as usual. "hey, I'm kinda busy right now," he said, not even glancing at the lunch you had brought for him. "just leave it on the table."

"minho, I... I really need to talk to you," you said, your voice trembling slightly, the pain intensifying. you set the lunch down and walked over to his side, the room spinning a little. "I'm not feeling well, my side really hurts."

he barely looked up, his eyes focused on the screen in front of him. "you should go home and rest then," he said flatly, not even registering the distress in your voice. "I don't have time to deal with this right now. just go home, okay?"

his words felt like a punch to the stomach. the pain in your side was unbearable now, but it was nothing compared to the way his indifference made you feel.

you stood there for a moment, staring at him, trying to keep the tears from spilling. but as you turned to leave, you couldn't hold back anymore.

it felt like your legs were giving out beneath you as you stumbled out of the office. the pain in your side was so bad now that you could barely breathe.

you made it halfway down the hallway before everything went black, your body collapsing to the floor.

felix was in the hallway when he saw you fall. he rushed to your side, his heart racing with panic. "hey! hey, are you okay?" he asked, shaking you gently. but you were barely conscious, your body limp in his arms.

"hey!" felix's voice grew frantic as he scooped you up and rushed you out of the building. he didn't care about anything else, only that you were in pain and needed help. he hailed a cab, getting you to the hospital as quickly as he could.

when you woke up, you were lying in a hospital bed, the sterile smell of the room overwhelming. your side was still aching, but it was dulled by the medication they had given you. felix was sitting by your side, looking relieved but also worried.

"you scared me," he said quietly, his voice soft. "you shouldn't have tried to push through the pain like that."

you smiled weakly at him, grateful for his presence. you had always admired how caring he was, but you couldn't help the sting in your chest as you thought about minho.

"I told him I was hurting," you muttered, your voice cracking. "but he didn't listen... he told me to go home."

felix didn't say anything for a moment, but you could tell he was upset. "he's an idiot for that," he finally said, his voice low. "but don't worry, I'm here for you."

you nodded, closing your eyes again. the last thing you wanted to do right now was think about minho.

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the next morning, as you were getting ready to use the restroom, you saw him. he was standing outside your hospital room, looking so out of place in the sterile environment. when he saw you, his eyes widened, and he quickly stepped toward you.

"I... I didn't know," minho said, his voice shaky with guilt. "I didn't know it was that bad. I should've listened to you. I'm sorry."

you looked at him, your heart heavy with hurt. you wanted to forgive him, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it just yet. not after everything that had happened.

minho stood there, waiting for you to say something. "please," he whispered, his voice breaking. "please, don't hate me."

you didn't respond right away. instead, you turned and went into the restroom, giving yourself a moment to breathe. when you came out, minho was still there, standing by the door, not looking like he was going to leave until you said something.

he was there when you returned to your bed, eyes pleading for your forgiveness.

"I know I messed up. I was too caught up in my own world to see how much pain you were in. I’m so sorry," he said, his voice filled with regret.

you didn’t immediately forgive him. you still felt hurt, still felt the sting of his words from yesterday.

but there was something about the way he looked at you now, the way he seemed so small in front of you, that made your heart ache. you knew he was genuinely sorry, but the pain you felt yesterday was still fresh.

“you really hurt me, minho,” you whispered, the words coming out more quietly than you intended. “I thought... I thought you cared more.”

minho swallowed hard, stepping closer to your bed. “I do care,” he said softly, his voice full of sincerity. “I’ll prove it to you. I’ll stay with you. I’ll sit with you. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right.”

you looked at him for a long moment, your heart torn between the hurt and the love you still had for him. finally, you gave in, letting out a sigh. “okay,” you said quietly. “but only if you promise to sit with me. on the bed. rub my waist... and my head. I just need to sleep, minho.”

he nodded without hesitation, sitting down on the edge of your hospital bed and gently rubbing your waist, his touch tender and careful.

you let out a soft sigh, finally allowing yourself to relax as the pain slowly dulled under his touch. his fingers moved to your head, gently massaging your temples, and you felt your eyelids growing heavy.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice full of emotion. “I never meant to hurt you.”

and as you drifted off to sleep, you finally felt some peace. the hurt was still there, but maybe, just maybe, he could make it better.