Character: Donghae, Ryeowook

       The composer, who senses the pause, eyes the smaller male suspiciously, his fingers lightly drum on the smooth surface of the sofa. "Don't lie to me, Ryeowook. What kind of works? As far as I know you hate staying late at work."

       Sitting across the composer, the young designer closes his eyes briefly; his inside is burning like someone has sets fire in him. Relaxing after seems like forever standing on his feet and fussing over the new store, he rests his tired limb comfortably on the sofa.

       He feels grateful, though - people keep coming to the store even the launching was held yesterday. Plus, with no more freebies to give, it is quite fascinating that the customers are not taking advantage over the leverage.

       "Works like keeping the store clean every once in a while and making sure there is no out-of-stock items. And besides, it's not like I can avoid staying late at work anytime soon. It's due to happen."

       Although it is true that Ryeowook doesn't like to sit still knowing he can be a great help, but the composer thinks otherwise. Perhaps, the smaller chooses to do the somewhat trivial matters only to avoid the inevitable situation and it is a foolproof plan that the designer is not a liar either.

       "But, you and Zhoumi have hired people to do that particular job, do you? So, why you're bothering yourself with the job?" Donghae can't help to be skepticism about the whole coming home late. He can't hide the fact that this has sent alarm bell in his head.

       "Just so you know it is my store with Zhoumi-hyung. Therefore, whether I decide to bother myself with it or not, is not your business."

       Perplexed, Donghae asks in disbelief. "Do you hear yourself, Wookie? That doesn't sound like you." However, the composer tones down his voice, intending to change the subject. They could argue this whole thing right then and there but that's not going to change anything when the morning comes. Ryeowook can be ruthless, sometimes. "But, never mind. I have some reminder for you. Have you called Ryeohyun?"

       No response comes. Maybe the composer should give more time for the younger male to answer him, but the simple question doesn't supposed to be the think-twice job. It's not that hard to begin with.

       "You don't? Call her now," Donghae demands, disappointment colors the handsome features.

       "My phone is broken."

       "What? When?" Donghae's voice rises unconsciously.

       "Two days ago."

       "Two days ago...you said your phone is broken. Did you break it on purpose?" Rubbing his temple lightly while gazing on the rug that covered the bamboo flooring, he intensely stares at the smaller. Then, a restraint shout escapes his throat. "Again, this is not you! You are not so irresponsible to do any of this. What happen to you? Tell me. I'll solve it for you."

       The smaller firmly holds his gaze with the same intensity as in saying did-you-really-think-you-can-solve-it-for-me; challenge burning the younger male's eyes. And Ryeowook decides to soften his gaze when the older of the two, fishes a sophisticated phone and it in front of him.

       "Fine, take this. Call her."

       "It's already late." Ryeowook hates the composer for has his own way to make the smaller male accedes to the older male's request.

       Donghae sounds desperate that he almost cries out in frustration. "Then, just type a message."

       Simply staring at the small device, the smaller male leans back to the backrest; battling against the desire to snatch the phone. "I don't want to."

       Calming himself first, Donghae questions the smaller odd actions. "Why? I don't understand. Clearly, you miss her. Why'd you choose to do this?" But, the composer slowly loses himself as the hidden anger begins fueling his sense. "No, don't tell me lies. You know Ryeowook, I agree with Taemin. We both can't help ourselves from running towards your side when we think you need our help only to be rejected in the end. And despite that, we will keep on trying to offer some help knowing that you're going to push us aside, all over again."