Word Count: 788
Summary: Zhou Mi is appalled that Kyuhyun didn't tell him about his new hair color personally.
“Kui Xian! Your hair is red!” was the first thing out of Zhou Mi's mouth when Kyuhyun had answered the phone.
“Uh huh,” he affirmed, closing out of his email and settling himself on the bed.
“Why didn't you tell me?” Zhou Mi admonished.
“I didn't think it was a big deal?” Kyuhyun replied, trying to straighten out his blankets while he was lying on top of them.
“But the last time I saw you, it was brown,” Zhou Mi said, as if that explained the importance of an announcement.
“Well, I just got it dyed like...six days ago? I dunno...one of the coordi noonas suggested it and it didn't seem like a terrible idea.”
“But I had to find out along with the rest of the world by watching a performance on youtube!” Zhou Mi protested.
“It's just hair dye?” Kyuhyun tried, sure that there was some reasoning by which Zhou Mi would argue that it was not just hair dye.
“I told you when I dyed my hair red. And then when I dyed it back to brown.”
“And every color in between,” Kyuhyun cut in, chuckling at the recollection of getting a text in which Zhou Mi had sent a selca of himself with the words got my hair dyed! Only Kyuhyun couldn't for the life of him tell the difference between this new color and how his hair was before.
“I've just been picturing you wrong for the last couple of days,” Zhou Mi explained. Kyuhyun honestly didn't see why it was such a big deal, but decided to let it go.
“Well, I'll text you the next time I get it dyed,” he promised.
“What color do you think you'll dye it next? Blonde again? Like during the promotions for Don't Don?”
“Ugh no,” Kyuhyun groaned, wincing as he remembered he he'd looked like, “I don't know what the stylists were thinking.”
“I thought you looked cute,” Zhou Mi told him, and Kyuhyun could picture him smiling indulgently on the other end of the line.
“Well you're probably the only one,” he laughed, running his free hand through his newly dyed tresses and taking a moment to be thankful that no one had suggested blonde this time around.
“I doubt that,” Zhou Mi countered, “But I can't wait to see your hair in person!”
“You're going to be back in Korea in like two weeks, right?” Kyuhyun asked, though he knew exactly how many days it would be until Zhou Mi was back in Korea. It was just probably better that the other man didn't know that or else he would have to listen to Zhou Mi coo over how adorable he was for an inordinate amount of time.
“Yes! Thirteen days,” he confirmed.
“You'll be able to see it then, though I doubt it's going to be much different than what you're seeing on youtube.”
“It makes your skin look so white, Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi marveled. Kyuhyun honestly wasn't sure whether that was a compliment or not.
“Are you calling me pasty?” he challenged, almost wanting to look in the mirror to see for himself except that that would involve getting up.
“No!” Zhou Mi laughed, “It makes your skin look like porcelain. Like a porcelain doll.”
“Is that good?”
“Yes,” he chuckled.
“Oh...well, good then,” Kyuhyun said. Sometimes Zhou Mi really fixated on the strangest things. Though if they were complimentary to him, then he supposed he didn't mind.
“Will you send me a picture of yourself?” Zhou Mi asked.
“Okay, I will as soon as we get off the phone,” Kyuhyun agreed.
“Good. I'll need something to hold me over until I can see you...” Zhou Mi told him, voice dropping in pitch.
Kyuhyun shuddered, biting his cheek.
“Until I can see all that pale skin spread out for me to touch...” he went on.
Kyuhyun groaned quietly, his hand instinctively moving down his body to press against the awakening bulge in his jeans.
Just then, the door opened and Sungmin sauntered into their shared room, barely sparing Kyuhyun a glance and shaking his head.
“Dorm's full, Kyu,” he said as he rifled around on his desk. Kyuhyun watched with cheeks aflame.
“Is that Sungmin?” Zhou Mi asked.
“Uh huh,” Kyuhyun replied, wishing that Sungmin would hurry up so he wouldn't have to sit in embarrassment any longer.
Finally, Sungmin found what he was looking for, straightening up and shooting Kyuhyun a grin.
“Say hi to Zhou Mi for me,” he sang as he left the room.
“Sungmin says hi,” Kyuhyun ground out, body still flush with embarrassment and arousal withering, “Maybe now's not the time.”
“Alright,” Zhou Mi relented, “You'll still send a picture though?”