A/N: Surprise! Well, I didn't expect to translate another part so quickly, but one very nice comment cheered me up and helped me to work hard ^^ So this chapter is for the author of comment, Jae-Hee, thank you for your support ^^. The second person, who I was translating for, is luvewookie. Don't be sad, honey :-* Enjoy the chapter.

Yesung rolls over in his bed, whining quietly. He is sure he is dying or something very similar. He can feel cold drops flowing down his back, sweaty t-shirt is really uncomfortable.

“No...” he growls desperately. Although he knew he will get infected if he spends all his time with the ill boy, he still hoped he could avoid it. Unfortunately, he was wrong. He opens his eyes, catching sight of an alarm clock placed on his bedside table. He almost faints – it is already a few minutes past eleven. It cannot be true. He sits up rapidly and his stomach twists in protest. His face turns pale, eyes wide open. He puts his hand to his mouth, trying hard to stand up immediately. Once on his feet, he heads quickly to the bathroom, falling on his knees in front of the toilet. Just a few more seconds and it would be too late.

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“I’m sorry.” Wookie’s guilty eyes find the floor. He can see Yesung’s bad condition and he knows it is only his fault.

“What are you apologizing for?” Yesung asks, surprised. Does Wookie really think Yesung would put the blame on him? No way...

Ryeowook bites his lip, looking at Yesung’s face. But he does not say anything, just standing there, giving him an apologetic look. He has an urge to escape to his room and lock the door.

“Come here,” Yesung reaches out, smiling softly.

“But-...” Wookie whispers but Yesung interrupts him.

“Now both of us are sick so it does not mind anymore,” he laughs quietly. Wookie still hesitates for a while but then he finally comes to the bed, letting Yesung grab him and cover them with a blanket. The older man reaches for a mug on a bedside table. He takes a sip of tea, trying if it’s not too hot. Only after he finds the temperature to be perfect, he hands Wookie the mug.

“Drink,” he says with his usual smile. Wookie accepts a mug merrily, taking a sip as well. Despite his illness, he feels really good right now. He would love to stay like this forever. Without Yesung’s hug he feels incomplete. Some piece of him is missing when he is alone. He needs Yesung’s warm embrace. He needs him to survive.

Yesung – although none of them has any idea – thinks the same way. He can feel warmth of Wookie’s body which is so close and his heart is filled with peace. Only in moments like this he can be sure Wookie is safe. Only in moment like this he can protect him with his whole existence. And in moment like this he does not even realize how much he is wrong. It does not matter how much he wants to protect him. He is just a human. However, he does not realize anything. He just enjoys his warmth. Because he can. For now.

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The sky is slowly turning red and a soft breeze is getting colder. Wookie presses Yesung’s warm hand a bit tighter, leaning his head on his shoulder. They are walking down the street with Heechul and Siwon, heading home. Yesung is cheerfully talking to Siwon who is occupied by Heechul’s hands. The blond man presses his body to Siwon, peeking at Wookie all the time, making faces and making the youngest boy laugh. Yesung’s heart is melted when he sees Wookie’s content expression. He glimpse at his eyes which are finally full of life. He wraps his arm around Wookie’s waist and he presses him as tightly as much is possible. Ryeowook just smiles gratefully. No fear, no distrust, no panic which used to appear in his eyes in moments like this. Not anymore.

Ryeowook shivers as a cold wind strikes his body, biting his skin despite warm sweatshirt he is wearing. Still, everything is alright. He feels happy. So happy in Yesung’s arms. Until they turn to another street. The boy freezes. He cannot remember how to move, he just stands there with widen eyes.

Yesung pauses when Wookie stops moving, giving him a puzzled look.

“Wookie?” he says but the younger boy does not hear him. His scared eyes are piercing the only place on the other side of street and his body is clenched in fear and horror. It must be just a dream. Just a nightmare. This... This cannot be real. No!

“What happened, Wookie?” Yesung asks more urgently. At the moment Siwon with Heechul stop as well, confused.

Yesung does not understand what is happening; the dread in Wookie’s eyes scares him so much. It is the same dread which used to be there before. Which used to be there when he saw him for the first time. All those feelings and fears... They are back. What... What is going on?! Why? He does not grasp it. He does not understand...

“Why do we stand here?” Siwon asks but nobody listens to him.

Wookie breathes heavily, finally able to move. He takes a step back. He is walking backwards, slowly, cautiously. More and more fear is filling his face. He is scared. He is scared so much... Because he is here. Why? How?! What... What is he doing here?! He came for him... He found him...

“No!” he screams with fright, stumbling over his own feet and falling on the ground.

“Wookie!” Yesung cries desperately. He has absolutely no idea what is going on. Wookie was alright just a while ago, he was happy... Now he looks as the ghost appeared in front of him. Or demon. Actually, he does not know it is not very far from the truth.  

And at the moment he notices loud steps and strange noises behind them, turning round. There is some older man just a few meters in front of them walking...well, staggering towards them. He is obviously drunk. Yesung recognizes old Shim immediately, his neighbor who lives in the same street as Yesung. He can even remember him from the years when he was just a child. His mother always told him their neighbor was a fool and drunker...

The man stops, looking at them. It takes a while to focus his eyes. Examining intruders who are standing in his way, his eyes finally find the youngest boy. Yesung hear Wookie’s horrified cry and he immediately turns to the boy. Ryeowook is still sitting on the ground, his eyes are frightened, tears are streaming down his face and his whole body is shaking. And at the moment Yesung realizes who Wookie is looking at.

“So you were hiding here, you little ?!”

Wookie sobs; terror is tearing his body into pieces. Hopelessness and fear. His lips are still moving in silent “no,” repeating it again and again.

And Yesung understands now.

Several more seconds are too quick for Wookie to grasp. The dread is paralyzing his body. He does not hear Yesung’s yell, he does not perceive drunken voice, and he does not feel arms picking him up.

“Take him home, I’ll wait here.”

He hears all voices from somewhere faraway, still not able to move. He feels a kiss in his hair. He smells the odor of blood but he also smells something so familiar... Yesung. Yesung and his nice smell. Now he knows who is holding him in arms; who is kissing his forehead... He is with him. He is safe. He is slowly calming down, perceiving his surrounding again. Rattling of keys wakes him up completely. He opens his eyes. He is home.