Sunggyu POV

I looked at my phone's clock and it is really really early in the morning. We had just came back from Japan just like three hours ago, and it is only 3 o'clock in the morning. The bedroom's door opened slightly and only to be closed again. That was weird. I realized then that my dongseng is not on his bed. So I, being a brave leader, walked out only to meet the one I have been looking for is sitting at the wall next to the batroom, leaning against the hard cold cement as he sat in foetus.

"Woohyunie, what are you doing there?" I asked him, feeling uneasy with his position. He shook his head, but never lifted up to look at me back. So I walked closer and kneeled next to him. 

"Woohyunie?" I cupped his cheeks and paused as he felt so cold. He is sweating as well. I began to panic and tilted his face to look at me. His eyes is closed and he bit his lower lip tightly. Both of his hands are on his stomach. 

"Stomachache again?" I knew it. No wonder he didn't even said anything since we arrived at the airport. I pulled him towards my embrace and rubbed his back to give him comfort. This is not the first time it happened, but everytime it happened, all of us will get more worried than ever. Each time it happened, this stubborn boy never said anything, holding the pain by his own without anyone's help. A lot of time it happened that this stupid tree collapsed and hospitalized. 

"How is it now?" I asked, sensing he is trembling a little. It must be hurt so much that the talkative boy didn't say anything. I kept on rubbing his back and his waist. His eyes still closed, and his grip at the hem of my shirt is still tight. I needed to get his medicine, but a little movement caused him to wince.

"I wonder what did we ate just now tha- Oh ! That fried chicken...no wonder..." I scolded myself for not remembering about it at all. Luck is on my side when a door clicked opened. Hoya walked out sleepily and turned to our side. 

"Hyung!" his voice got so loud, to be honest. Why? Because just in a split second, everyone was up and surrounded us. 

"Somebody please go get his medicine in the room. Inside our shared cabinet..."

"I'll get it!" Sunjong quickly jumped into the room. Meanwhile, Woohyun suddenly crawled into the bathroom and vomit whatever left in his stomach. I was too shocked to move, but Hoya and Myungsoo were fast. They took care of Woohyun, helping the older to rinse his mouth and wiped his paler face.

"Shouldn't we go to hospital?" Sungyeol asked. Woohyun shook his head weakly.

"I'm fine...no hospital..." as he finished saying that, he gone limp and fainted. We quickly caught him before he fell onto the floor. Sungyeol easily lifted him up in his arms and carried Woohyunie to our bedroom. He put Woohyunie extra careful onto the bed and his head like a brother would do. I took a seat at the other side of the bed. His hand is still cold, his face is still pale, his lips is dry. As a leader and the closest to him, I feel very worried and scared. Most of the time. Yes, most of the time.

"Hyung, here," Myungsoo came with a small basin of warm water and two small towel. Dongwoo took it and wiped Woohyunie's face and neck.

"He must be in a lot of pain...his hands are cold," Dongwoo stated with frown. I know they are worried. Last time Woohyun was hospitalized because of this. I still remember we did cried a little when he got medical treatments at that time. It must be one of the reason why he refused to go to the hospital, no matter how sick he is. I caressed his head, holding my tears as I feel guilty for not being able to ease his pain. Aiissshh..this stubborn Namu hardly tells anybody anyway. All he would do are just run and annoyed people like a naughty little boy.

"Hyung, the medicine..." Sunjong came with a glass of water and a small plate which he put the pills Woohyung has to take. I nodded and flinched a little when Woohyunie opened his eyes slowly.

"Woohyunie, how are you feeling?" Dongwoo asked, beating me. Woohyunie nodded weakly and tried to sit, but I stopped him from doing so. Have I told you how stubborn he is? Too stubborn to the point he ended up collapsing?

"Eat your medicine first..." I said firmly. He nodded and just accepted whatever I gave him. After that, I lied him back. Sungjong came again and gave me a hot pack. So I placed it on Woohyunie's shirt, placed it better on his stomach. My mother said warmness can help to ease the pain. So I pressed it, just a little, concerning that I might adding his pain, the hot pack. I smiled seeing how peaceful he looked. Finally.

"Boys, go back to sleep. We have schedule in another 6 hours..." I turned around and looked at them one by one. Hoya looked a little troubled that he stepped forward. 

"Wha-" he bent down and pulled the blanket higher, so that it covered Woohyunie better. Well...well...this very manly guy is doing something teasable.

"Hyung too..rest more..." he said, avoiding to look at me, before he walked out from the room.

"Yah..you guys too..hurry...this big room are getting smaller because of you," I said, on purpose. Otherwise, none of them would move. They need to rest as well. Practice is going to be stricter and harder after this, just so you know.

"Okay hyung, you too..." the maknae said, leaving to his room not before he Woohyunie's chest.

"Yah, he is not a baby, you know. Just wait till he wake up," I said. But he just smiled.

"Hyung, I could only do this now. So hyung better be quiet, okay? Or I'll tell him everything about what you did last weekend without him," he smirked. Aiisshhh...this maknae. Is he a stalker? He is getting better by the way, in teasing us.

"Myungsoo ah, go sleep more. I'll ask manager hyung to adjust your schedule better,"

"Thanks hyung,"

And just like that, everybody went back to their sleep. I don't really think they can sleep anyway. I sighed and looked at the main vocalist. Fixing his bang and blanket on his smaller body, I was wondering if he feels any better now. I took a little time to read his medicine's prescription. 

"Yah..you didn't tell me you need to take this four times a day. And I didn't even saw you take it. Do you want to die? You do it again, I will really kill you..understand?" I whispered, but not too loud. It took a while for him to relax, I don't want to waste those effort.

"Our Namu, sleep tight. It's okay, you don't need to practice for two days. I'll talk to our boss..." his head, I couldn't help but think that my parents must feel bad when I got sick. But how about this boy? Does his parents knew about his condition? Or he keeps everything by himself, like always?

Hoya POV

I sighed and sat back on the bed. I couldn't sleep. The sight was still so frightening. Everytime Namu hyung had his bad condition, I am really really scared. Our energetic and playful hyung collapsed and looked paler like a ghost, that was not a pleasant sight. I realized he is getting thinner these days. He used to have thos obvious six pack, just to fight with me. But not anymore.

"Hyung..." I looked up and saw Sungjong is looking at me intently.

"What?"

"Can`t sleep?"

"Yeah..."

"Are you worried?"

"Hmm?"

"Namu hyung...you are worried, aren't you?"

"Yeahhh..." I whispered, couldn't help but to sigh more.

"Hyung, our Namu hyung is a fighter. He will be fine..."

"I hope so.."

"In the morning for breakfast, let us make him more healthier foods...are you in?" I looked at him again, chuckled at his cute attempt to cheer me up. I nodded and lied back on the bed.

"I'm in..."

"Good. Now, let sleep so we can take a better care of him tomorrow. One sick person is enough, okay..." he said with smile. I nodded, realized that it is true. 

"Sungjong ah..." I called him as he started to close his eyes. He just hummed as a response.

"hmm?"

"Thanks..."

"Turn off the light hyung," he turned to his side, showed only his back to me. I smiled and turned off the light, before persuading myself to sleep, so that I can take care of Infinite's tree tomorrow...and day after that..and after that..and so on.