#aintxscared

meme || not acceptingaintxscared

     It's kind of cold outside when Minho comes into      the shop. He had a hat pulled down over his ears,      a sweater and gloves on over his uniform and a      pair of khaki jeans. He pushes his way into the      section behind the counter, already pulling off the      hat and gloves, a hand coming up to brush his      hair back into position as he looks over at Alby.      He offers him a grin and unravels his scarf and      places it on the hat rack before picking up his      own apron. 

minho stop being a shit and take the care dammit

meme || acceptingaintxscared

     Infection. It was the only thing that he could think      of when he'd broken into a fever about a day ago.      He could feel it in his stomach, spreading up through     his torso and down into his legs. It didn't stop making     his body throb and ache in heat that he never knew      was possible. He felt like he was on fire; lava in his     veins. The fever hadn't broken and it was still gaining.      He knew that that meant and it was big trouble. 

     He doesn't want Alby in here with him; had already      turned away Newt an hour earlier. He didn't want his     friends to see him like this, all weak and practically      dying. He knew he probably was, and they knew it too,     but he didn't want them to see it. Why couldn't they just     leave him be as they waited for their request for medicine     to be sent back up. They'd written it on a slip of paper      and sent it down with the Box yesterday, but they still      had an entire week to wait before it would come. He      wasn't sure that he was going to last that long.