Zhou Mi knew, even before he sent the text message, that he wouldn’t get a response. He sighed softly, leaning back in his seat as he stared out of the window of the taxi, watching the buildings flash by.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his eyes flickering unconsciously back to his phone. “I really am.”

---

Donghae tossed Ryeowook’s phone to the younger man when it suddenly buzzed. “You’ve got a message, Wook!”

Ryeowook, pouting, immediately threw his cell back at Donghae, who barely caught it and blinked at his dongsaeng in surprise.

“What’s up?”

“I don’t want to read it.”

“But—but it’s from Mi—”

“Which is precisely why I don’t want to read it,” Ryeowook snapped, leaning back further on the couch and folding his arms over his chest. “He bailed on me! We were supposed to go to the beach this weekend and he bailed on me!”

Donghae flopped down next to him, shoving him gently. “Not on purpose, Wook. You know he loves you.”

“Yeah, well, something always seems to come up and he always has to cancel our plans and I’m tired of never being able to go anywhere with him.”

“You should at least read his text!”

“I don’t want to!”

Donghae let out a groan. “Oh, come on, Wook,” he whined. “The flat is going to be miserable when he comes back if you’re still mad at him.”

With a huff of frustration, Ryeowook propelled himself off the couch, stomping down the hall and slamming the door to his room; Donghae heard the very definitive click of the lock a minute later and groaned again. He grabbed his own phone this time, texting his other roommate.

Mi, you’ve got some explaining to do. Wook is not happy.

---

Ryeowook was stretched out across his bed sketching absentmindedly a few days later when he heard a quiet knock on his doorframe; he looked up expectantly but almost immediately scowled when he saw who it was.

“Go away, hyung,” he grumbled, turning back to his drawing.

Zhou Mi ran a hand through his hair, stepping into the room and sitting down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to carefully place his fingers on Ryeowook’s back. The younger man tried to duck away from the touch, but Zhou Mi was faster; in a flurry of long limbs, he’d pulled Ryeowook up and pinned him against his chest, holding him tightly to keep him from escaping.

“I’m really sorry, Wook. I tried everything I could think of to get out of it, but you know how work is. At least it was a quick business trip, though, right? Just a couple days.”

“Our trip was ruined,” Ryeowook pouted, trying to push himself way from his hyung. “Because you bailed on me again.”

“And I am incredibly sorry, Ryeowook!” Zhou Mi let his fingers dance over Ryeowook’s side and his back; he could see a hint of a smile on his dongsaeng’s lips and he felt himself grin. “Forgive me?”

“No!”

Zhou Mi sighed loudly, pouting himself. “Please forgive me?” he whined, bending down and pressing a soft kiss into Ryeowook’s hair.

“No,” Ryeowook mumbled, a little more hesitantly as he felt those long fingers slip under the fabric of his t-shirt and begin to trace circles on his skin.

“Pleaseee?”

Ryeowook opened his mouth to deny a third time, but suddenly squealed and erupted into a fit of giggles as Zhou Mi took the drastic route and started to tickle him.

At the end of a lengthy tickle fight, they’d somehow ended up in a heap on Ryeowook’s bed, breathing heavily but smiling. Ryeowook was staring up at the ceiling, his hand over Zhou Mi’s on his chest, and his boyfriend was staring at him.

“Okay,” he relented finally, carefully twisting to plant a kiss on the older man’s cheek.

“You forgive me?”

“I forgive you.”

Zhou Mi grinned, tugging Ryeowook closer to his chest. “Good. I was starting to get worried.”

“Oh, shut up,” Ryeowook grumbled playfully, but he was smiling. “You know I love you, idiot.”