Xiumin was finishing up the room, moments after leaving Luhan in the other room, when he heard a loud, painful shout. The first thing that came to his mind was Luhan. Running, he left the room to find Luhan, who was pulling out his hair, lying on the ground. He wailed and cried, blood dripping from his nose, pooling onto the ground. The others ran out to see what was going on.
     "Luhan! Luhan, calm down, it's okay!" Xiumin pulled him off the ground into his arms, cradling him to soothe him. He rocked back and forth, singing to him, until Luhan fell asleep. His pale face was smeared with blood and tears, tiny scars embarking on his face.
     "What happened?" Lay asked worriedly.
     "I'll tell you later. Help me carry him to his bed?" Xiumin replied.
     Lay nodded and helped the older hold Luhan to his bedroom. When they carefully laid him down, Xiumin dismissed Lay so they could be alone.
     "Thanks, Xing," Xiumin said.
     Lay shot him a confused look and asked blankly, "For what?"
     The older smiled and just shooed him out, closing the door after him. He turned back to Luhan, who looked like he was having a nightmare, and sighed. Luhan really was being too much, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He practically poured his heart out for the man, and this is the result.
     'He gave me his heart,' he realized.
     He sat on the bed, next to Luhan, and started to clean him up. He pulled  the clothes off of Luhan and changed him into clean pajamas. He left to get a bowl of warm water with diluted soap and a towel. The blood was dry and staining the younger beauty's face. Xiumin carefully dragged the damp towel across Luhan's face, dipping it in the bowl occasionally. He hummed a slow, mellow song to accommodate the sounds of water sloshing around when he touched it.
     In the middle of clean up, Luhan slowly opened his eyes. He felt exhausted, not remembering anything after he confessed to Xiumin. He turned his head to Xiumin, looking at him through barely open eyes.
     "Baozi, what happened?" Luhan slowly lipped. He gave him a small smile.
     "Oh you're awake... You don't remember?" Xiumin smiled back as he talked.
     "I forgot everything after I... Said I love you." Luhan echoed that last part with a bittersweet tone in his voice.
     "I'll tell you later, I need to clean you up," Xiumin held the towel against Luhan's cheek.
     He grabbed Xiumin's hand, taking the towel from him.
     "I'll do it, you look tired. Did I tire you out? Come here, lay down with me," Luhan sat up so he could make room for the other, one hand using the towel to wipe the remains of dry blood.
     "No, I'm fine, Luhan. You, however, need to rest. I'll be cleaning around, so if you need me, call me, okay?" Xiumin stood up to leave, but Luhan grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the bed.
     "Sleep. Lay down with me, just this once. I can't sleep without you near. Please, Minseok?" Luhan's voice wavered as if he was about to cry.
     Xiumin sighed and gave in. He didn't want to leave Luhan hanging, so the best thing to do was accept the offer.
     Pulling the blanket over themselves, they cuddled closely, falling into light slumber. They were in each other's arms, dreaming sweet dreams, together as one. Another perfect moment, and this time, they both seemed to enjoy it.

     Kris walked around, waiting for any news. Nothing has happened since Xiumin took Luhan in, so Kris became bored. He noticed the saliva and blood on the ground where Luhan was, so he decided to clean it up. As he was wiping the floor, he noticed a book under the couch. He pulled it out and set it aside.
     'I'll put it in the bookshelf later,' Kris thought as wiped the last of the blood up.

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AN: See? It's starting to be happier, so calm down.

next chapter will be cute

well, i'll try to make it cute