Lee Know Imagines

he gets sick after you fight (requested)

You huffed in frustration as you sat down on the edge of the bed.

With your arms folded over your chest, you looked at your sock-covered feet rather than at Minho as the tension in the air began to get the best of you.

"I don't even want to talk to you." You grumbled. "Just go sleep on the couch."

"I'm not going to sleep on the couch, Y/N. We're fighting but I have a busy day with the boys. Stop being annoying and let me get some rest." He mumbled as he finished changing into his long shirt and sweats.

You rolled your eyes at him before groaning a little as your head began to ache.

You were starting to feel exhausted and it didn't look like you or Minho would be apologizing to each other anytime soon, making you realize that this would be one of the first times you fall asleep like that.

The fight you were having was probably not that big of a deal to most people but to you and Minho, after a long day and both of you being in bad moods today, it seemed to blow up quickly.

There was so much to do around the house but neither of you felt like doing anything, making you both feel frustrated and annoyed with each other.

You ordered some food for you both but Minho seemed unhappy about it and he didn't hold back on voicing that to you as he asked why you hadn't cooked, saying after your explanation of being too tired that you should've.

He explained during the argument that it was only because after such a hard day he enjoyed a good homemade meal and he really does like your cooking.

But you were unhappy and his explanation just made you more upset as you got on him about how he shouldn't have told you that you should've cooked for him after you had a long hard day too.

One thing led to another and before you knew it, tiny things that had gotten under your skin as well as his seemed to come out.

You both said some things you probably shouldn't have, though nothing too extreme, of course.

But now, the silence in the air was thick and uncomfortable and your heart ached as you laid down to go to sleep.

He climbed in beside you but he kept his back to you.

He didn't try to wrap his arms around you and he didn't say he loved you as he shifted around under the covers and drifted off to sleep.

For the first time, you and Minho fell asleep without telling each other that you love each other, and that broke your heart.

"Whatever." You mumbled as you turned off the lamp. "Goodnight, I guess."

You thought he was asleep already... but he wasn't.

He was starting to feel a little unwell.

He never told you that the dinner didn't sit well in his stomach and it was starting to hurt.

Minho didn't want to tell you, mostly because he was too stubborn to talk to you right now when you're both supposedly so mad at each other, but he was starting to feel sick.

When he heard your soft breaths and knew you had fallen asleep, that's when he tried to do the same.

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Somehow, he managed to get a few hours in.

But around five am, he woke up as his stomach turned.

He tried to get up without disturbing you but his mouth was starting to water and he knew he didn't have much time before he began to vomit.

He got up quickly, kicking the blanket off of him with his feet as he covered his mouth.

You felt him kicking his feet and you opened your heavy eyes.

"What are you doing?"

He couldn't answer you because he was about to throw up.

All he could do was get up and run to the bathroom as his stomach flipped and he puked.

At that moment, nothing else mattered but caring for him and comforting him.

The fight was completely forgotten about and you were no longer angry; you were only concerned and wanting to be there for your sick boyfriend.

As he vomited, you sat on the bathroom floor behind him and rubbed his back.

You noticed that his shirt was damp with sweat and you knew he had to be running a slight fever.

"I'm sorry." He spoke when he had a moment to breathe.

"Minho, baby, don't be sorry for being sick. It happens."

"No." He said before turning to look at you. "Not for throwing up... for the fight. It was silly and stupid."

"It was, wasn't it?" You chuckled sadly. "We were in bad moods and had bad days, that was no reason for us to be like that for each other. I'm sorry too, baby,"

He puked again before you said,

"I guess I should've cooked something instead of ordering out, huh?"

He sighed and flushed the toilet.

"I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I just love your cooking and I enjoy it after a hard day."

"I know, handsome," You spoke as you brushed your fingers across his shoulder. "It's okay. I shouldn't have been so offended or upset at you. As I said, we were both in bad moods. It was a bad day and everything set us off more than usual."

"Can we put it behind us?" He pleaded as he set his warm forehead on your shoulder. "I don't feel good and I need you."

"Of course, baby. It's alright, I'm here."

You helped him stand up and he didn't have the strength or energy to brush his teeth right then and there so you helped him to bed instead.

"I don't know if it's food poisoning or the start of me getting sick but I do know one thing for sure," He paused as you helped him out of his dirty clothes and into something clean and more comfortable. "I hate falling asleep without saying I love you."

You brought the blankets up to his shoulders as he lay down and shivered.

"Me too. It broke my heart." You confessed. "I'm sorry about everything."

"Shh, it's behind us now. Remember?"

You nodded and brushed your fingers across his warm cheek.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too." He whispered.

"I'm going to text Chan and let him know that you're throwing up so you can't come in."

He nodded and closed his eyes as you texted Chan.

But about two minutes later, his eyes opened again as you snuggled up to him.

"Baby, if it's not food poisoning and you're this close to me, you're going to catch whatever it is."

"I don't care. You didn't hold me when you fell asleep last night. I want to be close to you." You said as you brushed your fingers across his skin comfortingly. "You're worth getting sick."

He was hesitant but he couldn't help himself and wrapped his arm around you.

"Let's never fight again." He said.

"Never again." You whispered, agreeing. "I love you more than anything. I hope you feel better soon."

"I love you too. And I've got you here with me, darling. I'm sure I'll be better in no time."