"Don't tease me!" shouted Eunhyuk. "I don't want to play with you."

 

Hae reached for the pillow on the older's bed and started to twirl it around his head trying to see if it could take off. Ignoring his friend's glares he twirled it faster and faster. Eventually, the pillow flew out of his hand and hit Hyuk in the back of the head.

 

"Ouch Hae! Just go away, I don't want you here anymore!" 

 

"Sorry Hyukkie..." the younger whimpered. 

 

Thinking it was just a ploy for attention, Eunhyuk turned around but his glare vanished and was quickly replaced with a look of concern as he saw his best friend's eyes filling with tears. He pulled him close and hugged him tight to his chest, his hair and pressing soft kisses to his forehead. His tone changed to soft and concerned.

 

"Hae, it's okay. I'm not really angry you know, I just really needed to get my song lyrics done. I promise that I'll play with you in a minute."

 

Hae kept his head nuzzled into Hyuk's chest, tiny sobs escaping him as the tears slowly soaked into the thin fabric of Eunhyuk's pajama top.

 

"Please don't cry Hae, you know that I'd never truly be angry at you.. I'm sorry." 

He pressed yet more kisses into his hair, rubbing his back and feeling his own eyes prickle with tears. Why was Hae crying so much? Hyuk had always and he'd never taken it this seriously before.

 

"Hae, why are you crying? You know that I was just joking."

Hae pressed his face yet harder into Hyuk's chest and took a handful of Hyuk's shirt into his fist, like a small child.

 

"Donghae?"

Hyuk then sat silently as Donghae told him about the death of his father, and inbetween sobs, he kept blaming himself for never saying goodbye.

 

After Donghae had finished his story, he just lay there in Eunhyuk's arms. Eunhyuk didn't know what to do, what to say. He wasn't good at these things like Leeteuk was, or Ryeowook. So he rubbed gentle circular patterns on Hae's back, and softly moved him into the bed. Lying down next to him, he pulled Hae onto his chest and whispered soft reassurances into his ear. Promises to care for him, promises that everything was going to be alright. Promises that Hae didn't need to blame himself, that his father had heard his goodbye and was so proud of him.

As Hae lay there, he knew that he was going to try to make his father proud, and as he nuzzled deeper into Hyuk's chest, he felt a sense of relief. But he was still troubled.

 

"Hyuk?" he sniffled.

 

"Yes?" came the soft reply.

 

"I'm so sorry... Now you didn't finish your song."

 

"Don't be sorry Hae, I'm glad you told me. And now I've got the perfect inspiration." 

He softly began to sing. He began to weave a tune of love, family and whispered words at night. Donghae felt his eyelids closing as he slowly drifted to sleep from the gentle lullaby.

 

The next morning, Leeteuk was going from room to room waking the members for breakfast. As he entered Eunhyuk's room he found the two curled up together under the soft sheets. The leader already knew of the news from last night, and so, pressing a kiss and a whisper of love to the boys' heads he left them to sleep a while longer.