“I h-ATE you!” Yesung growled, his teeth gritting as he squeezed Ryeowook’s hand so hard he swore he heard something crack.

      The younger yelped as pain exploded in his fingers, and while it hurt, he bit back his real cry, knowing without experience that what his lover was going through was far, far worse.

      “Don’t listen to him Wook.” Donghae began as he took Yesung’s pulse and then scribbled it down on a clipboard beside the on the bedside table. “It’s the pain talking.”