"Taemin-ah?" The maknae glanced up from his book momentarily to see a somewhat tired-looking and pale-faced Minho leaning on the doorframe of the room that Taemin occupied. "Minho-hyung. What's wrong? You don't look so good," Taemin said, setting his book aside and letting the pages close, his bookmark lying forgotten as it fluttered to the floor when Taemin jumped up to support his weary-looking hyung. "That's…an understatement, Taemin-ah. I…feel absolutely horrid," he whispered. Taemin's eyes went wide. Minho was always in the best of health. Yes, they were all a little tired and pale from being slightly overworked. They were on tour right now. But this never happened. "Hyung-" Taemin's sentence was cut off as Minho's knees more or less turned to jelly beneath him, and Taemin had to hold him up to keep him from falling to the floor. "Hyung, this sounds pointless, but I think maybe you should sit down," Taemin stated. "Here…is fine…I think," Minho muttered. "No, no, it's not, hyung," Taemin replied, carefully pulling his hyung over to the single twin bed that sat on the far side of the room. SHINee's maknae helped his hyung sit on the edge of the bed, silently pushing his forgotten book aside and out of the way. Taemin then stood in from of Minho and gently set his hands on the older band member's shoulders to provide him at least a little support. "Now tell me, Minho-hyung, what's happened to you? You're whiter than a sheet. Do need to get umma to take you to the hospital?" he asked quietly. Minho shook his head. Taemin narrowed his eyes in concern for his hyung. "Hyung…it's okay. Tell me," he said. Minho muttered something. "Hmm? Say that again, hyung. I didn't hear you. You talk quiet," Taemin murmured, bending down a little to see Minho's face.