“ I can take him if you want,” Onew said, watching Key juggle a sleeping Taemin in his arms.

“No I have him,” Key answered, loving the way Taemin’s face was nuzzled against his neck. He walked across the darkened dorm into Taemin’s room with Minho following.

“Minho, get out.”

“Why?” asked a puzzled Minho. “This is my room.”

“Well not anymore.  We’re swapping. You're going to Jonghyun’s room.” Key stated as he gently set Taemin down on his bed and started to fuss with the blankets.

“I don’t believe this! You can’t do that! Onew!” Minho called. “Tell Key he can’t do this!”

“Well, he is the one who has the most medically background. And he would actually look after Taemin, you would just nap.”

Minho frowned and pushed his way out.

Key quietly pulled on his sleeping clothes, not wanting to disturb Taemin. 

He was so freaking worried about Taemin. Not eating? Not eating? He was so mad at Taemin for doing this at himself, and for worrying the rest of the members. But his worry and urge to comfort Taemin was more overwhelming. Seeing his baby looking so young and pale against the sheets of the hospital made him want to cuddle him and feed him custard until he was better and smiley again.

When was the last time Taemin genuinely smiled?

He was going to solve this. He was going to get to the bottom of Taemin's problems and make sure this never happened again, and that a hospital visit would not be repeated.

Key sighed as lay down next to Taemin who was all tucked in, worn out, helpless but peaceful with the bandage on his brown hair.

“Taemin, you’re mine,” he whispered into Taemin’s ear, his voice loud in the quiet room. “You are perfect, and only mine.” He softly put his arm around Taemin and hoped that somewhere in his dream, Taemin would hear him and believe it. He lay watching Taemin’s smooth face, listening to Taemin's deep breaths and feeling the chest rise up and down under his arm.

Stupid Taemin. He’s probably never heard of a pimple, thought Key affectionately, kissing Taemin’s silky cheek. Thank god he’s asleep, Key chuckled as he closed his eyes.

Minho punched his spare pillow, unable to sleep. Taemin fainting had scared him a little bit. And Key's insistent decision at staying in Taemin's room was a little freaky. And he would have looked after Taemin as well! He didn't know why Onew didn't think he was up to it. He was plenty mature.

He just felt uneasy over the whole thing. People didn't normally faint. And why would Taemin not eat? He knew something was up. Eating disorder, his mind whispered.

Key would get it out of Taemin and make him better. Key was quite smart, and knew how to look after people and do the right thing. Minho didn't need to worry, but he wanted to. 

He rubbed his face, exhausted. Hospitals had a way of draining everything out of a person and exhausting them even if you had spent the entire time sitting on a chair drinking disgusting coffee and the occasional hot chocolate.

He was worried about the boy he thought as his little brother. He hoped with all his might Taemin would overcome this.

“Stop shuffling around, I need to sleeeep!” moaned Jonghyun.

“Sorry, hyung.” Minho decided to not think about it.

If only he had.

Short and boring chapter! Quickly go read the next one! i just wanted to provide some character depth because I didn't want Minho to be the little whiny in the story haha. There are enough of those in the world! :P