***Lin Na's POV***

As I was walking to the apartment next door I came across lots of fan messages left all over the walls.

Crazy, that fans could get into this building.

I shook my head.

When I arrived at the door I rang the bell and waited nervously.

As no one answered I got slightly irritated, but then remembered my boss gave me their schedule saying they would be at dance practice and the recording studio.

I was a little unsure what to do, but then decided to just use my spare keys to let myself in.

I wanted to get a bit familiar with the guys and their apartments.

Their home looked pretty much the same as mine, with more rooms added to it, from what I could see while standing in the hallway.

There were lots of shoes spread all over the floor right in front of the door.

I shook my head as it looked like a mess.

No two fitting shoes seemed to be together.

It looked pretty disturbing to me so I started to collect the shoes and put them back neatly.

It took me about 20 minutes until I was satisfied with my work.

Another mental note: Buy these guys a shoe rack.

After I finished tiding up the hall I took some steps into a room that seemed to be the living room area.

I had to let out a small chuckle.

The room wasn’t really dirty, but still looked like a wardrobe exploded.

There were shirts and jackets lying on the floor and thrown over the furniture.

I could see some things like combs, perfume and skincare products scattered throughout.

It just looked like a room where people had gotten ready this morning in a hurry and then left without cleaning up.

I shook my head.

That was probably exactly what happened, because the poor guys aren’t having much sleep these days.

They were usually busy with their new album, dance practices and appearances on different shows, so I had the feeling that they over slept a little as they didn’t have any appearances today, just recording and practice.

They probably were in a rush this morning to be at least a bit presentable for the fans lingering outside this building and the SME building.

I took my pity on those guys and started to collect the clothes and folded them to a neat pile and put it down on the living room table, seeing as I didn’t know which pieces of clothes belonged to which member.

I collected all the other items that didn’t belong in a living room and put them onto the table, too.

The guys just had to collect their stuff and bring it to their rooms later.

Satisfied with my work on the living room I wanted to turn my attention to the kitchen, when I heard a door closing somewhere in the apartment.

I furrowed my brows confusedly.

Weren’t they all supposed to be at SME?

I could hear some slow steps and then I saw a person coming out of one of the hallways.

My eyes widened as I saw who it was.

It was the one and only Eunhyuk aka Lee Hyukjae, the one guy out of Super Junior I had the biggest crush on ever since I started to like Super Junior.

I had to keep me from pinching myself.

But seriously…he looked so adorable.

His hair was ruffled and his eyes closed, as he seemed to be half asleep.

He was in some black muscle shirt and white track pants.

Okay, scratch the adorable part, he looked damn hot!

I was blinking like an idiot.

"Guys, are you already back? Weren’t you supposed to be at the SME building until late this night? You aren’t back because you were worried about me, right? I’m feeling good!"

His last sentence was accompanied with by a coughing fit, which belied him.

His voice sounded hoarse.

I got worried as I saw that he had to lean against the wall for support.

Why didn’t anyone tell me that he was at home obviously being ill?

I would have been over a long time ago to take care of him.

Maybe SME people didn’t really know, as it was a practice day.

I walked over to stand closer and observe him.

He still had his eyes closed and was breathing heavily.

"Eunhyuk-shi?" I asked in a worried voice.

His eyes sprang open and he looked at me confused.

"Wah, I must be even more ill than I thought. I’m seeing things" he whispered and then closed his eyes again.

"Eunhyuk-shi, anyeonghaseyo, Lin imnida!" I said.

He was opening his eyes.

Okay, he had some of the most amazing eyes I'd ever seen, even better without him wearing all the make-up they made him wear for concerts and appearances these days.

"Lin?" he asked still confused.

"I’m your guys’ new personal assistant!"

His eyes opened even wider.

"You’re our assistant? Manager-hyung was talking about you, but I thought you would be another guy to keep an eye on us and stop us from doing any more stupid stuff!"

I had to giggle a little.

"Nope, I’m no guy, but I‘ll still keep an eye on you guys. So no stupid stuff, alright?"

Hyukjae showed a little smile before another coughing fit tormented him again.

I reached for his arms to steady him, seeing as he was swaying a bit.

He hung his head low and closed his eyes again.

"Eunhyuk-shi?" I started but was stopped by him opening his eyes and trying to smile at me.

"Call me Hyukjae! Eunhyuk is only for the stage! In private I prefer Hyukjae."

His slightly hoarse whisper and beautiful face up close made me nervous as hell.

I cleared my throat in way to calm myself down and nodded.

"Alright, Hyukjae-shi! Since when have you been like this?" I asked as professional as possible.

"I caught a cold two days ago while filming "Dream Team". It was so damn cold!" he whispered tiredly.

I laid my hand on his forehead and found that he was burning up.

"Hyukjae-shi you have to get back into your bed, you have a fever!"

"But there is this ugly smell in my room and my sheets are smelling, too. I don’t feel like lying in that!"

"Okay, how about you lie down on the couch and I will do something against the smell in your room? After that you can go back in there and take a rest."

"Assistant-Noona?"

I heard him whisper.

"Neh?"

"I like you already!"

I was shaking my head smiling and then helped him to go over to the couch.

"Wait here, I will clean up your room!" I said turned to leave him.

Seemingly he had other plans, because he grabbed my wrist to stop me.

"Please, can’t I just stay here on the couch?" he asked tiredly.

I sighed but then nodded.

He just seemed so tired I didn’t want him to move around again.

"Okay, then lie down, I will bring you a pillow and a blanket!"

He nodded and did just that.

I went to his room, couldn’t miss it, because it had his name written on the door.

It was awfully stuffy in there.

I had to do something to fix that, but first I had to bring Hyukjae a pillow and a blanket.

I collected his from the bed and instantly knew what he meant.

It smelled like an ill person slept too long in them.

I searched through the flat until I came across a cupboard full of things the maid used to clean up.

There they were, some clean bedcovers.

I got rid of the smelly bedcovers and exchanged them for clean ones.

When I went back to Hyukjae he shivered and had his eyes closed.

I lifted up his head to plant the pillow underneath it.

I gently let his head back down onto the pillow and then covered him with the blanket.

As I looked down on him, he looked really pale.

I decided to go back to my room to bring some medicine and a thermometer to check on his fever.

When I came back, I checked his temperature.

Like I thought, he really was running a fever.

I went to the kitchen in search of a glass to make him take some medicine against the cold and the fever.

I returned to his side and softly shook him by the shoulder to wake him up.

"Hyukjae-shi?"

He didn’t react.

I tried again, a little harder.

Still nothing.

"Aish, something must get you awake!"

A thought crossed my mind.

My mom did something when I was a child, when I didn’t want to wake up.

I leaned over him and the started to gently the bridge of his nose.

Actually I felt a bit awkward some stranger’s nose, but when I looked at his features I started to really enjoy touching his face.

His bangs had fallen over his eyes and I couldn’t resist them out of the way.

As I did that his eyes fluttered open and he stared at me.

Again his eyes captivated me.

We looked at each other for a few seconds, which seemed like forever to me.

Then I pulled away.

"Hyukjae-shi, you have to take this medicine"

He nodded and I gave him some pills.

He put them into his mouth and I helped him to drink some water by supporting his head.

He lay back down.

"Hyukjae-shi, when was the last time you ate something?"

He seemed to think.

"I guess I ate a bit when Hae was bringing me some of the lunch yesterday."

I shook my head.

"I will make you some chicken soup. That will be good for your cold!"

He nodded and closed his eyes again.

I went to the kitchen to start cooking.

I added another point to my list.

Make sure these guys eat healthier!

The kitchen was full of stupid stuff.

I really had to go grocery shopping.

I definitely would make sure that they would eat more regular in the future.

Poor Hyukjae.

He was being ill and the other guys were too busy to really look after him.

It didn’t take long for the soup to be finished.

I went back to the living room and woke Hyukjae up again.

This time he was awake instantly.

Obviously he was really hungry.

I smiled.

That’s always a good sign.

I helped Hyukjae to sit up a bit by planting another pillow underneath his back for support.

"Can you eat by yourself or do you need some help?"

He thought about it for a second then he sighed.

"I think I need help!" he said.

I smiled at him.

"It’s okay!"

He sighed again.

"Aish, this is really bad for my image. If I would be healthy I would definitely impress you, Noona!" he said with a small grin.

I grinned back.

"You know, you can still impress me when you’re healthy again, okay?"

"That’s a deal, Noona!"

"You know Hyukjae-shi, would you stop calling me "Noona"? It feels weird, especially since I’m younger than you!"

Hyukjae’s eyes widened in surprise.

"Really?"

I was supposed to feed him a spoonful of soup in that moment but I stopped halfway, a tad annoyed.

"Aish, what do I look like to you? Normally people think me even younger than I am! Do I look old to you, babo?"

Hyukjae chuckled.

"No, you don’t, but I haven’t had the chance to look at you properly, yet. And I just thought SME would send us someone older than all of us!"

I fed him some soup and said, "I’ll forgive you, because you are ill and may be experiencing problems with your eyesight!"

I stuck out my tongue at him and he chuckled again.

"So, how old are you?" he asked.

"I’m about the same as you, just one month younger" I told him while helping him to eat his soup.

He grinned devilishly.

"So, you’re actually my dongsaeng. Yay, that makes me your Oppa."

I rolled my eyes.

"You know, you can't trick me into calling you Oppa! We are considered the same age and therefore are "jingudeul" (friends). I don't get it! Why are you Koreans so keen on hearing that word?"

He laughed.

"Because it sounds like a cute endearment!" he said.

I laughed.

"You know, where I live, in Germany, the word "Oppa" sounds like you would call someone a grandfather!"

He looked at me dumbfounded.

"But if you insist on me calling you that, I will" I said grinning.

"Aw, Lin-ah! That’s your name, right? Lin?"

I nodded.

"You ruined that word for me now. Now I’ll always have to think about the word "grandfather" when I’ll hear that!"

I laughed.

"It’s okay, Oppa, just keep on liking that word!"

"No, you can’t call me that. I don’t want to be a grandfather! You Germans are strange. Why would you use a word we would use to address an older brother to address a grandfather?" he asked pouting.

I laughed.

"Actually, I’ll reconsider about the word "Oppa". I’m getting fond of calling you that" I said winking at him.

He gave me an annoyed glance.

I laughed even harder.

"Come on, Oppa, lie back down, you finished your soup!"

He gave me another annoyed look but laid back down as he really was tired now.

He closed his eyes immediately.

I smiled at him.

He looked so cute.

I laid my hand on his forehead to check on his temperature again.

I furrowed my brows.

It didn’t seem to have gone down, more like rose up.

He grabbed my hand and pressed it to his forehead.

"Your hand is cool. It feels really good!" he whispered with a smile on his face.

I gulped and pulled my hand away.

"I will be right back. I’ll just go open the windows in your room, so the smell will go away and you can sleep there tonight!"

He nodded.

I went to clean up his room.

I opened the windows and changed the sheet on his bed.

Then I went to find some air-freshener in my apartment and put it down in Hyukjae’s room.

After that I took the time to really look at his room.

Actually it was pretty neat.

Everything seemed in its place.

I went over to the e-piano to see there were some music sheets that seemed only half finished.

He must be composing something.

I went to the dresser next to his bed to see some pictures.

Must be his family, I thought.

There were some pictures of him with the other members, too.

They looked so happy and adorable.

But I could see they were a bit older, from the beginning days of Super Junior.

It seemed they don't have much time to play around these days.

I shook my head.

Poor guys.

I had to find a way to give them a bit more time to play around.

It must be hard on them, always working, staying in their apartment or travelling around for different schedules.

I took my time to walk through the other rooms and clean up this and that on my way.

I came across Yesung and Ryeowook’s room.

Yesung’s turtle was greeting me by lifting its head and turning it in my direction.

I had to laugh as I remembered one show I saw a while back where Yesung stated his turtle was boring.

"You aren’t boring, little guy, are you?" I said to the turtle and left the room after folding some clothes I picked up from the floor.

Then I came across Sungmin and Kyuhyun’s room.

First thing I did, open the windows.

I shook my head again.

There were music sheets spread across one of the beds and then there was a table full of what seemed like trash to me.

I started to collect the music sheets and carefully ordered them by alphabet before I laid the pile back down on the bed.

I gathered that these were Sungmin’s as they were sheets for guitar.

After that I went to the table.

Honestly it reminded me of my brother’s days as a gamer.

There were some cups, plates and trash, in between some CDs.

I collected the cups and plates and put them into the dishwasher.

Then I threw the trash in the can and started to collect the CDs to put them into the right cases.

How come this guy hasn’t got a CD-rack?

I decided to get mine and give it to him as I had lots of shelves now to put my CDs on.

After I cleaned out mine, I brought it from my apartment to put it down next to Kyuhyun’s table.

I put his CDs in it.

Satisfied that Kyu’s table now was empty, I cleaned it off the dust.

After I finished that I could hear some serious coughing from the living room.

I went to look after Hyukjae.

I was very worried when I saw him shaking and coughing.

I laid my hand on his forehead again to realize that he was really burning up, and sweating all over.

He tossed and turned, obviously not getting a healthy sleep.

I went to find some cloth and a bowl to fill with cold water.

Then I ran to my apartment to look for Hyukjae’s personal file to find out the phone number of his family.

I dialled the number of Hyukjae’s parents and waited as it rang.

"Yoboseyo?"

I could hear a female voice.

"Yoboseyo, is this Lee Hyukjae's mother speaking?"

I could hear an annoyed sound then the woman said, "Really, girls, get a life, don’t bother us! You think our Hyuk-ah would be happy to know you’re bothering his family? Really, don’t know how you can get our number every time we change it!"

Then the line went dead.

I looked at the phone keeping back a little smile.

I liked that woman, whoever it was.

I dialled again.

"Yoboseyo?"

"Yoboseyo, Lu Lin Na calling, I’m the new assistant of Super Junior and I really have to talk to his mother!"

"Wow, you girls amaze me, you become more and more creative. Get a life!"

The line went dead again.

I shook my head dialling again.

"Really, if you call again…"

I could hear the woman again, but didn’t let her finish.

"Hyukjae-shi is seriously ill, so if I could please talk to his mother?"

"He is ill? Really, if you’re joking around, you’re dead. This isn’t funny?"

I sighed.

"This is no joke. So, can I please talk to his mother?"

There was silence, then after a while, "Omma, there is a girl on the phone, saying Hyuk-ah is ill!"

"Give that phone to me, Lee Sora!"

Then there was another voice.

"Yoboseyo?"

"Yoboseyo, this is Lu Lin Na calling. I’m Super Junior’s new assistant. I’m calling because Hyukjae-shi is seriously ill!"

"What happened?"

"He is having a cold and is running a fever. Do you want me to bring him to the hospital?"

There was some silence and then, "No, he hates the hospital. Did you already try with medicine and cooling him off?"

"I was going to do that. But he isn’t sleeping very well. He keeps tossing and turning around!"

"Could you please do me a favour?"

"Of course" I said.

"Hyuk-ah was always like that, when being alone while ill. If it is possible, I would like you to sit down and put his head onto your lap. He will calm down then. He just hates to be alone. If that doesn’t work and he gets worse, you’re allowed to bring him to the hospital! I would come stay with him myself, but I don't have a car right now and it is already late in the evening."

I nodded, realizing that Hyukjae’s mum couldn’t see me.

"I understand. I can do that. I’ll call you again if anything happens!"

"Take good care of my boy!"

"I will" then I closed my mobile.

I sighed and put the bowl of cold water on the coffee table next to the couch.

I sat down and laid his head down on my lap.

He looked so beautiful, but really bothered.

I took the cloth out of the bowl and started to cool down his face and neck.

I away the hair from his eyes and cooled his forehead.

After doing that for half an hour, he seemed to calm down a lot.

His breathing became deeper and he stopped tossing.

After cooling his face and it for over half an hour I was really familiar with his features.

He had the face of an angel.

I shook my head remembering our talk earlier.

"You know, Hyukjae-shi, you still manage to impress me, even if you are ill" I whispered.

My heart stopped a beat, when he opened his eyes and stared at me intensely.

I in a breath.

"Hyukjae-shi?" I asked.

He closed his eyes again, then turned around, slung his arm around my waist and snuggled his face into my stomach.

My heart beat even faster.

Damn that man, I’m a professional.

At least I’m trying to be.

I can’t let this guy affect me that much.

It reminded me of my early days with Calvin, when I had this huge crush on him.

It was so embarrassing when I couldn’t even look at him without becoming red all over.

I told myself to be strong and overcome this feeling for Hyukjae, even if I had these feelings for about two years now.

I kept on caressing his face to calm him down.

Finally feeling sleepy myself after that long and exciting day.

I tried to fight against my tiredness, but I lost.

His skin felt really nice underneath my fingertips, I thought.

I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.