Minho was quiet all throughout their dinner with Jonghyun after the movie. It was an unbelievably crappy action movie, so Kibum was fully expecting him to be tearing the movie apart as soon as they stepped out of the cinema. He heard not a peep from the taller man.

He barely ate his bag of shrimps, too. That was so not like him.

"Seriously, man, what is wrong with you?" Kibum asked worriedly as he gave Minho a sideways glance while they walked across the parking lot toward the other's Jeep. Jonghyun had to bail immediately after dinner because his boyfriend unexpectedly went home from overseas for an unannounced research break and ended up borrowing Kib's car.

He wasn't sure, but Minho appeared to be weaving on his feet. 

"Huh?" Minho looked at Kibum, eyes glittering unnaturally. "I'm fine..." and stumbled, nearly falling flat on his face if Kibum hadn't shot out a hand to steady him.
". Minho, you're burning up!" He stepped closer and laid the back of his palm against the taller man's forehead.

Minho grinned drunkenly. "Are you telling me I'm hot?" He waved his hand away.  "Seriously, Kibum, I'm fine..."

"No, You're not. Where are your keys?" Kibum was trying his damnedest not to panic. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat. Possibly something else, too, but he hurriedly dismissed it to focus on the matter at hand.

He had to get Minho to a hospital. 

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 New WIP.