Group: Shinee
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Sick Member: Taemin
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Requested by: Advicetaeminnie
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Minho POV

"He told me that I wouldn't wear my gold earrings.", Key said.

"Because, the stylist said it wouldn't go with the concept.", Onew responded.

"Both of you are giving me migraines. Please go ask your stylists and not me.", I replied.

The two walked away, staring each other down the entire time.

Today is comeback day.

We were excited.

"Hyung, I lost my earpiece.", Taemin said, walking up to me.

"How...it was literally stuck to you?"

"I think it fell off somewhere."

"Everything seems to be going wrong today. First Key and his earrings, now you and your earpiece."

"Look on the bright side, we're in a new building. You should feel the new building smell and relax."

"I guess..."

Our comeback performance was being held in a brand new building.

It had just opened a few days prior, and we were the first performers here. It was an honor, to say the least.

"Ha! You liar! She said I could wear them!", I heard Key yelling.

"Stylist noona how could you betray me?", Onew yelled back.

"Sorry! He's very persuasive!"

Taemin and I laughed.

We had a while before we needed to go on stage. Right now, Taemin and I were almost ready. He just needed to somehow get a new earpiece.

"Would you two like to view the stage?", a staff asked.

"Yes! I want to see the light setup.", Taemin said excitedly.

"Yeah sure.", I agreed.

The staff member led us past groups of people and to the front of the stage.

The room was empty, as it was very early for anyone to be inside.

The light setup was a mix of blue colors and purple colors.

"This is so pretty!", Taemin said.

"It is. It's perfect."

I looked at my younger member, seeing him happily pointing out the screen display behind us.

That's when I noticed something.

"Taemin, look at me."

He turned to me.

"Your nose is bleeding!"

He put his hand to his nose, and felt the blood dripping on it.

"Come on, let's go get some tissues.", I said.

I brought him back to the area we were before.

Some staff members noticed us and offered some tissues, which we gladly accepted.

Key and Onew heard all the commotion, coming out to check and see what was happening.

"Is he alright?", Key asked, seeing Taemin with the tissues on his nose.

"Nosebleed. It came out of nowhere.", I said.

"That can't be good. Are you sick?", Onew asked.

"No, I feel okay. I don't even know how this happened."

"As long as you're okay.", I said.

I decided to stay with Taemin until it was time to go on stage.

I didn't trust that he was completely okay.

The staff found him a new mic attachment and were fixing it for him. We were watching them when I saw Taemin's hands shaking.

"Hyung...", he said.

"Yes?"

"Something's wrong."

I went on high alert as soon as he said that.

I got in front of him.

"What is it? Do you not feel well?"

"I...um..."

I could tell he was trying to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.

"Okay, you're going to sit out this performance.", I said.

"No! I'm o-okay, I'm j-just nervous."

"Now you're stuttering."

I took his hand and was about to lead him to his dressing room when I caught a glimpse of something on him.

I saw a mark on his forehead, barely covered by makeup.

I put my hand on it, and he winced in pain.

"Taemin, how did this happen?", I asked.

"I f-fell this m-morning."

"When?"

"E-early. D-down steps."

I could physically feel my heart dropping.

"You fell down the stairs, hit your head and didn't say anything to us?"

"I d-didn't want y-you to worry."

"Well now I am worried. Come on, let's find the medic."

I held his hand and pulled him behind me.

We found the room where the in-house medic team were.

"Can you help us?", I said, "He hit his head a while ago and it's starting to mess with him."

They asked Taemin to sit down in the chair.

As soon as he sat down however, he covered his mouth, and pointed at the trashcan in the room.

I knew what he wanted and handed it to him.

He almost immediately threw up into the trashcan.

"Hey I just saw the-...what happened to him?", Key asked, entering the room.

"He fell down the stairs this morning, hit his head, and didn't tell anyone."

Key looked at Taemin, who looked at him.

"You said you dropped something down the steps.", Key said.

"I d-did."

"Your entire body?! Minho I'm gonna punch him."

"No no no, he's not well. Punch him when he's better."

Taemin looked at me.

"You need it. Now stay here. You are not performing today."

"But-"

"Stay. Here."

He just sighed, and let the medic team do what they needed to do.

Onew met Key and I outside of the room.

"Who hurt the child?", he asked.

"Himself. Long story short, if you hear any noises like falling in the house, immediately go check to see what it is."

"Got it."

I looked back at the room our youngest member was in. He was laughing with a team member.

"He's going to be okay Minho.", Key said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"I know. But I will scold him about not telling us he got hurt.", I said.

"Heh, you know you're soft for him.", Onew said.

"You're right."