Heechul walked up the stairs with a basket of freshly clean laundry in his hands. The hallway was dark as he made his way into his bedroom, as it was a little past midnight. He flipped on the lights to his room and walked over to his bed to dump the laundry on it to fold. He paused slightly for a moment, hearing Kibum turn in his sleep across the hall. Of course, he still slept with the bedroom door open; only just recently did Kibum give the okay to have the hall light off. When Kibum stopped moving, Heechul returned to his task and put a stack of shirts in his dresser drawer.

He was about to bring some of Mir’s clothes downstairs when he heard a soft sniffle coming from Kibum’s room. Umma senses tingling, Heechul knew that something was wrong. He walked across the hall and the lights to Kibum’s room, only to find the boy lying awake in bed with teary eyes.

“H-hyung,” Kibum whispered, pushing himself into a sitting position. Heechul sat on the edge of the bed and wiped away Kibum’s tears with the hem of his sleeve.

“What’s wrong, Kibum? Why are you crying?” He asked gently. Kibum lowered his eyes to stare at his hands and his bottom lip quivered. Snuffling slightly, he shrugged his shoulders carelessly.

“I had a bad dream,” He said softly. Heechul nodded and wrapped his arms around Kibum and pulled him closer. I