“My feet hurt,” Siwon moans, pulling at Ryeowook’s hand when he passes by Siwon on his way to get a bottle of water. Ryeowook gives him a slightly pained smile, but doesn’t shrug his hand off.

“My body hurts,” Ryeowook says, squeezing Siwon’s hand and pressing a quick kiss to his brow, unobserved by the rest of the team. Except, of course, for Kyuhyun.

“Let him go, hyung,” Kyuhyun drawls from the side of the pool, but Siwon can tell that there’s not a little jealousy in his tone, “you’re hurting him.”

Siwon looks panicked, for a second, but Ryeowook laughs it off, ruffling Siwon’s damp hair with the nearest towel. “It’s Kyuhyun’s fault, technically. He pushed me off a couch."

“I’ll give you a massage later,” Kyuhyun promises, climbing out of the pool with a swift push of his body, and Siwon’s almost distracted by the drops of water sliding down Kyuhyun’s cheek, his jaw, his neck, before he remembers he’s supposed to be properly angry. Only, well, it’s hard to do that when Kyuhyun sits in front of Siwon, resting his chin on Siwon’s knee and offering an apologetic pout.

“You two,” Siwon begins, mouth suddenly dry, “have got to stop doing that.”

“Do what?” Ryeowook tilts his head to the side, and Siwon wonders why his life is so hard.