Lee Know Imagines

you pass out after being intimate (requested)

Minho collapsed beside you on the bed as his chest rose and fell quickly, beads of sweat rolling down his skin just as much as it was yours.

His hand reached across the bed as it found your own and he quickly and happily intertwined your fingers together.

"I love you so much."

He smiled over your sweet words as well as the bliss in your voice.

"I love you even more."

He opened his eyes as you hummed contentedly.

Looking over at you, he saw that you had closed your eyes and he glanced at the clock quickly before looking back at you.

"Are you hungry at all?"

You didn't reply and he shook his head with a chuckle.

"Hey, sleeping beauty, open your eyes. There's no way you fell asleep already, hm? I know we went for a couple of hours but I think we should order some food and I need to make sure you're alright and that you don't need anything."

Yet again, all he got in response was silence.

He squeezed your hand a couple of times before saying your name but you didn't say anything in return and he was starting to get worried.

"Baby, come on. I know you're probably tired but I'm worried about you. Talk to me."

He moved closer to you before letting your hand go so he could shake your shoulder and continue to try and get your eyes to open.

He looked at your chest and watched it rise and fall.

That was a good sign, he knew you were breathing at least, which calmed his mind tremendously.

But you still weren't waking up and he wasn't sure what to do.

"Y/n, come on. You're freaking me out here. I need you to wake up, okay? Come on, open your pretty eyes for me."

He stroked your cheek but all that he saw was your eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks and all he heard were your soft breaths as you slept.

You never sleep this deep, not even when you're tired from work or times when you go along with him to certain activities that can last several hours without any time to rest or relax.

He was scared.

Sitting up, he reached for his phone, and part of him considered calling for help but that didn't seem necessary; not yet at least.

You were breathing, he could see and hear that.

So then another thought came to his head - perhaps he should call Chan and see what he suggests doing.

He's very intelligent and very sensible, surely he'd know what to do in this kind of situation.

He could give Minho some advice on what to do or how long he should wait before he calls for help if you don't open your eyes.

But he was hesitant to call him too, simply because he didn't want him to worry too much.

Minho set his phone down and took a look at the time, telling himself that if you didn't even stir in your sleep within the next forty-five minutes, he'd call someone.

Chan, emergency services, Changbin - anyone he could think of that could give him some advice and tell him if something was wrong or not.

The forty-five minutes dragged by.

He kept looking between you and the clock and he found himself biting at his thumbnail as time dragged on and on without any sign from you that you were okay aside from your steady breaths.

But just as forty-four minutes went by, you stirred.

He watched you stretch your legs out and heard you hum before you opened your eyes and looked around the room.

You didn't even have the chance to say his name before he was moving to hover over you and give you the biggest hug he ever had.

His still bare skin pressed against yours and you were taken by surprise but still cracked a smile, unaware that he had been so concerned for so long.

"I was so worried about you! I'm so happy that you're okay." He said before pressing kisses across your skin.

"Why? What happened?"

"You wouldn't wake up. I tried talking to you, saying your name, shaking you awake, and I begged you to open your eyes but you wouldn't."

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to worry you so much." You said as he looked into your eyes. "If I'm honest, I don't remember falling asleep. I think I passed out."

His eyes went wide and the relief he'd felt faded away as worry flooded over him once again.

"Are you serious? You passed out? Oh, my god. Did I push you too far or too hard, baby? Are you hurting? Are you not feeling well?"

"Minho, baby, I'm okay. Trust me, you didn't do anything wrong. You didn't push me at all. I enjoyed every second of our time together."

He cracked a smile as the worry began to slowly fade away again.

"I just think I was more tired than I thought, that's all. But I'm okay. I wouldn't lie to you and especially not about something like this."

He exhaled heavily before putting his forehead against yours.

"I was just so worried about you and I don't want to hurt you, not ever."

"You didn't, handsome. I swear."

He smiled and brushed his hand across your cheek before his eyes fell against your lips.

"I love you very much."

"I love you too."

He kissed our lips softly and lovingly before pulling away after a few seconds.

"It's late but I think we could find some food from somewhere if you're hunrgy."

"In a little while." You replied as you looked at him, taking your time to admire every perfect feature of his.

"Do you need anything?"

"You."

He shook his head with a smile.

"Y/N, I'm serious."

"I know. I'm serious too."

"You just passed out from how tired you were."

"And now I feel better. I'm recharged and full of energy. I love you and it's been so long since we've had time like this."

He leaned in and kissed yur neck softly.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah. I'm always honest with you, baby. Trust me, I'm sure. I'm just fine."

He nodded before continuing to kiss your neck, promising to treat you like a queen, as always.

But if you felt like you'd had enough and you were too tired, he was okay with pulling away and letting you rest, no matter when that is.

All he cares about is you.