“Henry? Henry, where are you? Oh, there you a… Henry? Henry, what happened?”

I found him crying in a corner of his room, hidden, trying to escape the other members. I frowned and walked to him before kneeling next to him.

“Henry…”

He looked at me with eyes full of tears and I hugged him softly.

“Oh Henry…”

He cried in my arms, like the kid he still was inside, and I kissed his forehead softly.

“Who did this to you…?”

He didn’t answer. I knew he wouldn’t. I knew he wouldn’t because he knew I knew who did this.

“Those ‘Only 13’… I hate it when they do this…”

He started crying even more and I hugged him tighter, pressing kisses on his fluffy dark hair.

“It’s going to be alright, Henry… all Super Junior members are here for you, you know this. And I’m here for you too.”

He calmed down after a while, but just stayed in my arms as I was singing softly for him. I reminded him how we all loved him and how real ELFs loved him too. When I told him how cute he was, he blushed softly.

“Hyung really thinks so?” he asked.

I nodded and pressed a kiss on his puffy cheek.

“Of course you are! Henry is very cute. You’re the cutest person I met in my entire life.”

“Cuter than Ryeowook-hyung?”

“Cuter than Wookie!”

“Cuter than Kyu-hyung when he’s being in baby maknae mode?”

“Kyuter than Kyu!”

“Cuter than Zhou Mi-ge when he’s aegyo?”

“Cuter than Mimi!”

“Cuter than you?”

I smiled softly. I only wanted to comfort him at first, but I had noticed that I really thought what I was saying. I wasn’t saying this only to make him feel better. I nodded.

“Cuter than me!”

He shook his head.

“Am not!”

“You are!”

“Am not!”

We continued doing this for a while before he finally gave up, pouting in a very cute way.

“Okay, okay. But… hyung?”

“Yeah?”

He blushed softly and hid his face against my neck for a while before breathing deeply and looking at me again.

“Hyung, if I… if I’m so cute, then… could you kiss me?”

I blushed too and looked at him straight in the eyes, trying to know how serious he was. What I saw was that he was completely serious, though embarrassed that he had said this.

“I… um…”

“It’s okay hyung, if you don’t want to. I understand”, he sighed softly.

He tried to look away, tears appearing slowly in his eyes, but I kissed him before he could. He opened surprised eyes before closing them slowly, enjoying the kiss. When I broke it, I smiled when I noticed that we surely both were completely red in embarrassment. I knew I was, and I could see he was. I smiled softly and stole a quick kiss on his lips before whispering:

“Who said I didn’t want?”

He snuggled in my arms and hid his face against my neck.

“You know, hyung, I really like you.”

I smiled and kissed his cheek, hugging him tightly.

“I really like you too.”

He pouted.

“Actually, I really, really, really like you, hyung.”

“I really, really, really, really like you too.”

“No! I like you more.”

“Not true. I like you more.”

We continued the game for a while before he kissed me tenderly, making me stop replying. When he moved back, he whispered in English:

“Hyung, I love you.”

And I could only reply, in Korean:

“Saranghae, cute maknae.”