„Wookie, are you gonna finally eat it?” Leeteuk frowns.

Ryeowook has been ill for two weeks and he still has a fever and Leeteuk has felt obliged to take care of him. He is leader, isn’t he?

“But... I can’t,” the boy whispers. He has a queasy stomach, feeling a huge desire to die. He is sick. He is hot. He is cold. He is everything but alright.

“You have to. Do you want to change in the skeleton?”

Ryeowook sighs. “I don’t.”

“Shall I feed you?” Leeteuk gives him a quizzical look.

Ryeowook opens his eyes wide. Feed? Is he a child? “And don’t you want to predigest it for me too?” he asks ironically.

“Soup?” Leeteuk asks with the sparkles in his eyes. “But why not?”

He takes a spoonful of soup, putting it to his mouth.

“You’re not gonna do it!” Ryeowook squeaks, trying to hide.

But in another moment Leeteuk grips his chin, touching his lips...