The next day after school, everyone gathered in Youngsaeng's house again. Hyunjoong seated himself beside Harry. Everyone seemed to have serious expressions and the atmosphere was tense.

"Wh-what is it?" Hyunjoong stammered, somewhat nervous of what was coming next.

Kyujong sighed. "We have to figure out how to get Youngsaeng to eat. He needs something that his body can accept and digest."

"How about mineral water? Or gatorade or banana milk?" Jungmin suggested. "Would that help?"

"We can try something like yoghurt," Hyungjun suggested. "I'm sure he has some in his fridge. We can see if he wants to eat it when he wakes up."

Nara nodded. "Yoghurt is easy to digest so he shouldn't have a problem."

"How about porridge?" Hyunjoong added. "It's made for people who have colds so that means it should be easy to digest, too. Since it's mostly water."

They agreed.

"Why not just give him his favorite food?" Harry put forward.

Nara shook her head. "As I thought, you don't understand the situation. His body and mind is refusing food, he can only drink water."

"Soup!" Jungmin suddenly interrupted. "Um... What's that thing called..."

"Stew?"

"Yeah! Stew!" the horse exclaimed, clapping his hands. "Would he eat that?"

"He would probably drink the liquid and leave everything else," Hyunjoong said with a sigh.

All of a sudden, they heard a thud. Hyunjoong's eyes widened and he shot up, dashing upstairs before any of the others could even react. When he arrived in the room, he saw that Youngsaeng had accidentally fallen on Hachi, who was struggling to help up the boy. The otter coughed as he climbed up onto his knees, letting Hachi get up. "Mianhae, Hachi..."

The prince saw Hyunjoong at the door and looked away, not meeting eye contact. He got up onto his feet and with Hachi following him, he walked past Hyunjoong, his shoulder pushing the latter's arm. Hyunjoong grit his teeth and grabbed the boy's arm, pulling him back.

"What--" Youngsaeng started but then was cut off by a sweet kiss.

His leg's felt weak as Hyunjoong led him back into the room, closing the door behind him with Hachi still outside. The older boy tightly embraced him as Youngsaeng was pushed down onto the bed again, their lips still connected. The otter nearly melted under Hyunjoong's touch as the latter climbed on top of him, deepening the kiss. Youngsaeng couldn't help but wrap his arms around the boy's neck as he tilted his head and shut his eyes, opening his mouth slightly to let Hyunjoong's tongue enter his mouth.

Both of them jumped when there was a knock at the door.

"Is Youngsaeng okay?" Kyujong's voice came.

The boy beneath Hyunjoong was about to speak but Hyunjoong covered his mouth. "Don't come in. I'm changing his clothes again since he's sweating a lot."

"Oh, okay," the brunette replied and they heard footsteps growing fainter and then walking down the stairs.

Hyunjoong uncovered the boy's mouth and saw that the latter's face was flushed, partly because of the fever but the other half because of embarassment.

"You... were the one who changed my clothes...?" Youngsaeng murmured.

The older boy smiled and leaned down, not answering, pressing his lips against the sweet prince's. But Youngsaeng quickly pushed him away.

"Why?" Hyunjoong questioned quietly as the boy looked away.

Youngsaeng looked teary as he spoke. "Don't you like Harry? You should be doing this with him instead. Don't come back to me whenever you feel like it. I'm not your toy."

"Otter, I--"

"Don't call me Otter anymore," the boy demanded harshly as he forced himself off and slid off the bed.

The cow grabbed his arm. Youngsaeng turned back and saw that Hyunjoong's eyes were desperate. The boy slid his arm out of the latter's grip and walked to the door, opening it and being greeted by Hachi. Hyunjoong watched as Youngsaeng sneezed as he bent down to pet the large dog.

A few moments after Youngsaeng left, there were a few surprised exclaims downstairs. He sighed and got up, also heading downstairs to see what they were talking about. Nara, Jungmin and Kyujong were getting their jackets and bags. "We're going out to buy a few supplies. Hyunjoong and Harry, you two can stay here if you want but you're not obliged to since Hyungjun has volunteered to take care of Youngsaeng."

"I don't need to be taken care of," Youngsaeng protested. "It's okay. You don't have to cook for me. I don't want to eat anything."

"Do you still not understand? You have an eating disorder!" Hyunjoong exclaimed at him. "And a cold! And a fever! You have to eat something!"

"You don't have the right to yell at me!" Youngsaeng suddenly rose up against him and turned as he walked away. "Don't talk to me."

Hyunjoong felt his heart ache as if a bullet had just been shot into him. Kyujong closed his eyes as he looked away. Jungmin went over to Hyunjoong, who looked like he was about to cry. "We know, don't worry. He will forgive you once he knows, too."

The older boy plopped down on an armchair and supported his head with his elbows on his knees, tears trickling down. "What have I done...?"

Hyungjun sighed and went after Youngsaeng, who had left to another room beside the kitchen. Harry crossed his arms in front of his chest as he fell back on the couch, slightly annoyed with this scenario. Jungmin and Kyujong started out the door as Nara stayed beside for another minute.

"Hyunjoong, it'll be alright," she assured as she also left the house.

The two on the couch saw as Youngsaeng was towed upstairs by Hyungjun, tripping over his feet as they slid across the ground. Hyunjoong followed them and watched as Youngsaeng lay down with Hyungjun sitting beside him on the bed, holding his hand and scolding him. Hyunjoong felt a pit of guilt in his stomach and it made him want to curl up in a corner and cry but that wasn't the case here, he couldn't do that.

Soon, Youngsaeng closed his eyes and Hyungjun sighed in relief when the boy's body relaxed. Hyunjoong stepped in. "How... How is he?"

"He's getting weaker," the brunette answered. "He barely has the strength to hold onto my hand. He needs to eat something soon or else his hair's going to fall out and if it gets even worse, he'll die."

"But if he pukes out everything he eats, then how is he going to gain strength? Water won't help," Hyunjoong questioned worriedly.

"If it comes down to the worst case scenario, we'll have to send him to the hospital."

Hyunjoong paled. "No! Not the hospital, he can't go to the hospital again."

"He has to if he continues to refuse to eat! If he doesn't, he might actually die!"

The older boy looked down at the ground sadly, seating himself down on a chair. Hyungjun got up. "I'm going to get some water."

With that, the younger boy left the room, leaving Hyunjoong alone with Youngsaeng again. He sat beside the sleeping boy and cupped the latter's face, his cheek with his thumb. He wanted to see the boy smile at him again, enough to show his cute dimples. Even if it wasn't for him, at least he'd know that the boy was happy.

"I love you," he murmured as with his other hand, grasped the latter's hand and intertwined their fingers. "Ot--"

"Don't call me Otter anymore!"

Youngsaeng's voice rang loud and clear in his head. Hyunjoong looked away, his eyes clouded with guilt as he gripped the boy's hand tighter, removing his hand from the latter's face. He felt a light squeeze in response from the boy and quickly turned around to see that Youngsaeng was awake, tears trickling down and dripping onto the pillow.

"Youngsaeng, I..." Hyunjoong trailed off as he didn't know what to say.

"I love you, too," Youngsaeng whispered, his voice soft and barely audible, trying his best to clutch onto the older boy's large hand.

Hyunjoong smiled slightly as he bent down and kissed the otter. After he pulled away, Youngsaeng rolled onto his side and looked at their hands, his left hand on Hyunjoong's left. He glanced back up at Hyunjoong, who was gazing at him in wonder. Smiling warmly, his eyes twinkled in the sunlight pouring in through the window. The older boy couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster as he bent down, kissing the prince again.

"Stay with me," Youngsaeng murmured, not letting go of his hand as he closed his eyes.

The cow chuckled. "Yeah, I will."

Youngsaeng smiled when he heard a reply and exhaled through his nose. Soon, Hyunjoong felt that the boy was asleep and pecked him quickly on the cheek.

Harry, who was peeking in through the crack of the door, watched and sighed. Those two really have a bond. I guess I was jealous at Youngsaeng for living such a happy life... He deserves one, really. Maybe it's only me that doesn't deserve happiness. But then again, life is never fair.