[Fic] Vulpes - 1/1
Title: Vulpes
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: up to NC-17
Genres: romance, fluff, smut, mpreg, angst
Summary: 22 qmi requests of different types. Smut prompts are marked.
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Prompt: Hi~ Could you write Zhou Mi musing on his favorite features of Kyuhyun while Kyu is sleeping? Sort of a been together a while and reflecting sort of feel. Thanks a million ^^
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Some people looked quite a bit more innocent while asleep. Some looked goofy, or hot, or even scary. There was something vulnerable about it, and Zhou Mi just barely kept his fingers from wanting to touch - knowing it would wake Kyuhyun.
He loved Kyuhyun’s eyebrows. Less when he was angry, but more when he laughed, like little punctuation marks on his face. Zhou Mi liked smoothing his fingertips across them while Kyuhyun tried to wiggle them away. Once, he nearly poked Kyuhyun in the eyeball. But they’d still been laughing. And the eyelashes, still and at peace, that framed Zhou Mi’s favorite nose of all time.
Kyuhyun always squinted at him when he said that, and Zhou Mi didn’t purely like it for aesthetic reasons. Kyuhyun liked the way Zhou Mi smelled, and there was something just the tiniest bit miraculous about that.
Of course Kyuhyun’s cheeks weren’t anything to scoff at, or the line of his jaw, or curve of his earlobe.
Kyuhyun was breathing through parted lips that smiled quicker than they frowned, his chin relaxed and cute. Their first kiss, Zhou Mi had nearly missed, kissing part of Kyuhyun’s chin as well. Kyuhyun had only laughed a little, curling his hand at Zhou Mi’s neck and kissing him back.
He knew exactly what Kyuhyun’s reaction would be if he woke and found Zhou Mi looking at him. First, he’d call Zhou Mi a creep, embarrassed but pleased and probably poking him. But that’d melt into sleepy snuggles and plans for their next meal as Zhou Mi kissed little patterns on Kyuhyun’s cheek or neck.
But he didn’t want Kyuhyun to wake, not yet. So he kissed Kyuhyun on his forehead, the only place not guaranteed to wake him, and surely enough, Kyuhyun slept on, secure. And Zhou Mi kept watch over him.
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Prompt: Sleeping Kyu so cute! Kyu doing the same for Mi please?
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It was in Kyuhyun’s semi-expert opinion, that Zhou Mi could sleep through any number of natural disasters. Granted, as long as he had his eye mask - which had scared Kyuhyun waking up one night because yes, a giant black blob on Zhou Mi’s face. But Zhou Mi had others, some of which were comical. But as long as they were on, Zhou Mi was out. And it wasn’t just after they’d had their hands on each other, either, because it seemed Zhou Mi could fall asleep in seconds if he was comfortable. All of a sudden Zhou Mi’s breathing would shift and his jaw would sag and away he’d go.
He looked like some kind of warrior sleeping and ready to go into battle, neck awkward and jaw unbearably straight. Kyuhyun touched just the tip of Zhou Mi’s nose, and Zhou Mi wrinkled it and kept sleeping.
His lips were dark, a flush of blue under pink, and it only made Kyuhyun think of how they looked all flushed after kisses, warm to the touch, and the way they looked when Zhou Mi licked them.
Kyuhyun mentally drew frowny eyebrows on the red eye mask Zhou Mi was wearing because he could. It blocked out his view of Zhou Mi’s eyes, and his cheekbones, too, but he allowed it for Zhou Mi’s comfort. He realized he was being creepy when he pressed a kiss to the top of Zhou Mi’s ear, and curved his hand over Zhou Mi’s neck. But he figure they were both allowed that sometimes.
Zhou Mi woke, but only long enough to pull Kyuhyun in.
Just as he’d intended.
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Prompt: I'm qmi deprived~~~~ Kyuhyun is sick and alone so whines to Zhou Mi until Mi comes to look after him
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“I have a friend over,” was the first answer, which wasn’t good enough. Everyone was out having fun, friends or not.
“Maybe on your way?”
“After he leaves,” Zhou Mi bargained.
“Okay,” Kyuhyun sighed, and was content with that. It wasn’t like he was magically going to get better in a matter of hours. But the kitchen was at least four countries away, and it was all he could do to get to the bathroom.
But he fell asleep again regardless, and when he woke up, he blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.
Zhou Mi, and containers of soup.
“Food,” Kyuhyun croaked.
“He lives!” Zhou Mi chirped, and Kyuhyun groaned as he half sat up.
“You didn’t abandon your friend, did you?”
It got him a pair of rolled eyes. “You really think I would?”
“Maybe. For me,” Kyuhyun said, and then wheezed out a laugh in time with Zhou Mi.
Zhou Mi’s hand felt cool on his arm as he helped Kyuhyun to stand and then shadowed him to the bathroom, and on the way back as well.
“Food,” Kyuhyun breathed again, and drank down soup that was not too hot, not too cool. Just right. It soothed his throat and warmed his belly, and he would’ve married the container right then if he could've.
And then his eyes lit up when he realized Zhou Mi also had juice. And crackers. And-
Zhou Mi was waggling a couple of movies at him, too.
He felt better already.
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Prompt: Qmi.. Mi was caught by kyu when he was stalking and fanboying at fantaken pics and fancams of kyu in his recent musical..
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It was always interesting to sneak up behind people to see what they were looking at on their computers. Most of the time it was something he could tease about, and sometimes it was something that seared his eyeballs, but most of the time it was okay.
He thought he saw a very familiar outfit on the screen as he was sneaking up behind Zhou Mi, and another step made him think even more, and another-
Yes. That was the outfit he’d worn. That was him. He was on the screen of Zhou Mi’s laptop. He seemed to be scrolling through some kind of repository of pictures. Another step, and Kyuhyun realized they were pictures saved to Zhou Mi’s hard drive, and Zhou Mi was humming a familiar song as he clicked from picture to picture.
He’d liked Kyuhyun’s performance?
The next one was a video, and Zhou Mi made a soft little sound as Kyuhyun started singing through his earphones, and Kyuhyun nearly made a sound to match it.
He got closer.
He leaned in.Zhou Mi caught a glimpse of him out for eh corner of his eye and nearly dropped his computer.
“Kyuhyun!”
The video played on.
“You like it?” Kyuhyun almost sing-songed.
“You do a very good job. Just keeping up on. It. In case you need,” Zhou Mi said, faltering every half sentence as Kyuhyun almost ran around the couch to sit beside him.
“Tell me what you like,” Kyuhyun said, fascinated at the flush on Zhou Mi’s cheeks. “You’re allowed to say everything.”
And Zhou Mi laughed at him.
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Prompt: Qmi~~~ Kyu sulking on Mi cause Mi still didn't go to watch his musical
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“It’s not going to last forever!”
“I know. I just haven’t had a chance-“
“I’m jealous that you go see everyone else right away. Are you ashamed of me?” Kyuhyun jabbed, and was pleased when Zhou Mi snorted at him.
“Will you let me backstage so we can take pictures together?”
“Will you bring me food?” Kyuhyun countered. “Maybe we’ll let you put on an outfit, too. That’d be a cool picture!”
“It would be,” Zhou Mi agreed.
“So when will you come to see me! You can tell me how I’m doing.”
Zhou Mi leaned in toward him, smiling. “Wouldn’t it be better if it was a secret?”
Kyuhyun leaned in just as far. “No.”
And so they stared at each other for a decent while, Kyuhyun maybe thinking Zhou Mi was just going to be busy forever, and Zhou Mi slowly smiling harder.
And then he lifted up an envelope.
“Good thing I already have tickets to see the big musical star already, in case they sell out,” Zhou Mi teased.
“Really?”
He hadn’t meant for his voice to go quite that high, but Zhou Mi was laughing when he tore into the envelope to see which day Zhou Mi would be there.
“Now do you feel better?”
“Only if you enjoy it,” Kyuhyun countered, feeling warm right down to his bones.
Zhou Mi was shaking his head at Kyuhyun, as though marveling that Kyuhyun thought that there could be any other outcome.
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Prompt: would you write me a Qmi mpreg...please?? :3
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It was all very planned. They knew well in advance, had talked to several doctors. It was Zhou Mi who ended up going off of his contraceptives, smiling as Kyuhyun wiggled over him. They absolutely knew what they were doing, what the possibilities were, what the goal was, and Kyuhyun was inordinately pleased with himself when the test was positive.
“You’d think I had nothing to do with it,” Zhou Mi complained as Kyuhyun strutted around like some kind of fertile peacock.
That made Kyuhyun leap right back, his arms around Zhou Mi’s shoulders. “No! You were wonderful. Everything was wonderful.”
And his tone indicated he’d like to repeat that wonderful right there, thank you.
Kyuhyun measured the curve with his his eyes and his hands, proof of a growing life as Zhou Mi’s face grew a bit plumper since he was eating as much as he could.
The queasiness passed, and all there could be was waiting, growing, shoving away anxiety in favor of anticipation.
They made a deal that Kyuhyun got to decorate the nursery if Zhou Mi got to have final choice of the name.
Zhou Mi figured it was fair enough, since Kyuhyun could house the baby after Zhou Mi had already housed the baby. An even trade-off.
The baby was a girl, born in spring, and Zhou Mi was smiling despite how tired he was after surgery.
“She has your ears,” Kyuhyun said. And smiled when he realized Zhou Mi was asleep. "Good job."
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Prompt: qmiiiiiii smut? anything will do. smut
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“You willing to get caught?” was the first thing that Kyuhyun had been asked.
He wasn’t sure if he’d had the will to say no at that point, not with the way that Zhou Mi had been grinding against him. He’d tried at first to keep their hips separate for their own sanity but that had turned into all-out contact, moaning against Zhou Mi’s neck. They’d been dancing, just not in a conventional way.
It wasn’t that kind of place, not the loud, almost-anonymous type clubs that Kyuhyun didn’t really like. He wasn’t dressed in leather, and neither was Zhou Mi.
They never took off even one article of clothing.
They didn’t need to.
The corner was shadowed, hidden from view, but it was open, door, no lock. It wasn’t meant to last long, face red half from embarrassment as he fumbled with the condom and realized Zhou Mi had been way ahead of him.
“When,” he asked, when he pressed Zhou Mi into the corner, their hips as lightly joined as they could. Zhou Mi had been slick already, and Kyuhyun thought his heart would explode.
“Earlier, when I went to get a drink,” Zhou Mi laughed.
They could hear laughter beyond the wall, and he braced himself against Zhou Mi’s back.
“I’m glad you’re the perfect height for this,” Kyuhyun gasped, biting the loose cloth at Zhou Mi’s shoulder.
“I’m glad you’re the perfect everything for this. Faster,” Zhou Mi told him.
Faster it would be.
One of Zhou Mi’s hands was braced on the wall, and his eyes fixed on that as he listened to Zhou Mi’s breathy, almost indefinable moans. He was breathing through his teeth, trying not to moan out loud when he felt Zhou Mi come, and he muffled himself in Zhou Mi’s shoulder, pressing him hard into the wall as Zhou Mi’s gasps turned to laughter.
They were resting against the wall, talking, by the time someone rounded the corner.
And Zhou Mi’s little finger was linked with his.
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Prompt: qmi? Idk I just think we need a little something in response to the ss5 backstage clip of Kyuhyun making inappropriate noises.
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It was hard to choose the sounds that were the most loved. There were the near-pained moans as Zhou Mi dug into the tense muscles of Kyuhyun’s shoulders, and the little chuckles as Zhou Mi aggressively cuddled him. There were the thoughtful surprised sounds when Kyuhyun took a bite of something he hadn’t anticipated liking - or bites of something he had very much anticipated. Some of those sounds blended together, pleasure, pain, surprise, food, touch.
There were the sighs as Zhou Mi kissed up his throat, sighs that melted into luxurious moans as Zhou Mi pressed against him. He felt the vibrations against his lips, heard when moans went from enjoyable to near-desperate, a hook on the end that caught at him to both tease and fulfill all of Kyuhyun’s wants.
Mostly it wasn’t fair that the sounds Kyuhyun made at ice cream, and the ones he made in response to Zhou Mi’s hands, could do the exact same thing to him.
The worst was the laughter, the kind when Zhou Mi was tickling him breathless, and then Kyuhyun’s head pressed against his as a laugh turned dark. The fading amusement and rising sound. Kyuhyun’s voice was an intricate instrument. He giggled Zhou Mi’s name, and he sighed it, and he moaned it against Zhou Mi’s skin.
Kyuhyun’s sleepy little grumbles made him smile, and he kissed Kyuhyun’s forehead and let him sleep.
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Prompt: can i request a qmi mpreg where mi has to pick between kyu and the baby? craving some angst :P
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He didn’t think they knew how long it’d last. They had hopes. Most of it was fear.
Where Kyuhyun could be, Zhou Mi could not - because the child they created could not. There had been no moment of wondering if the child should be sacrificed, no thinking that they should end what they had begun between them either. Their relationship, even when the news that Zhou Mi would leave or far the consequences, was his comfort.
Because comfort was something he’d have little of after that. There was fear on Kyuhyun’s face when Zhou Mi prepared to go, when Kyuhyun started tucking little packets of money in random places in his bag, with the supplies for the baby they’d already purchased in excitement.
It wasn’t how it was supposed to have gone. Kyuhyun should have been right there beside him, through everything, without Zhou Mi exiled hundreds of miles away where Kyuhyun could not see him.
They couldn’t even speak to each other. If anyone had found out-
“After-“ Zhou Mi had begun.
And Kyuhyun cut him off.
“We don’t know that,” he’d said.
He held their daughter, two days old, and Zhou Mi still believed. And he willed Kyuhyun to keep believing, too.
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Prompt: since we were talking about it last night, a continuation of that angst qmi mpreg? where they get a chance to fix things, but it's up to you whether they are successful or not ;w;
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It may have been cruel, or maybe the kindest thing that he had ever done. When Zhou Mi rang the doorbell and hung back, he just hoped that someone would answer the door and not look out to see nothing.
Because of it, he waited, and he nearly sagged against the tree to see Kyuhyun answer the door. He looked well. Months apart, and he still looked the same. Thinner, maybe, if only just, and Kyuhyun frowned down at the parcel - the box with the blanket covering.
He saw when Kyuhyun knew, the parted mouth and confusion, the way he looked up so quickly, like he wondered and hoped, and still couldn’t quite believe.
That was when Zhou Mi stepped away from the tree, and held a finger up to his lips so that Kyuhyun would not call out for him.
He walked away, and left their infant child with Kyuhyun.
In the cover of night, he bellied through the window that Kyuhyun had left unlocked, and it was no surprise to him that Kyuhyun was there waiting for him.
“How…“ Kyuhyun said, touching the front of Zhou Mi’s coat.
“A bribe. Trying to keep a baby quiet as you’re being smuggled home in a crate?”
Zhou Mi almost laughed, might’ve, if it hadn’t weighed on him so heavily. It might’ve been easier when she’d been older.
“She was quiet even for me,” Kyuhyun said. “She’s so sweet.”
“I played her a recording of you talking and singing. Every day,” Zhou Mi said. “I didn’t know if it was safe for me to just walk in the door, but I couldn’t keep her away from you. If I got picked up, at least she’d be safe.”
“There has to be something we can do,” Kyuhyun hissed, and that time he did grab Zhou Mi’s coat, like he would climb back out if he had the chance. “You shouldn’t have to a prisoner here so we can stay together.”
They were words he’d wondered, the long months before her birth, and the months after. If Kyuhyun had given up on him, on them. “Then you still want me here?”
Kyuhyun did not get angry or shout. But the shaky breath he let out against Zhou Mi’s neck, squeezing him until his ribs ached, said things that Zhou Mi could not help but understand.
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Prompt: /struggles into your inbox Q-qmi birthday sex p-please /collapses smut
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It was hard to tell exactly how thin the walls were, how easily sound traveled under the adjoining hotel doors.
“It’s almost your birthday, what do you want?” Zhou Mi asked, tickling Kyuhyun’s sides until he was almost giggling up into Zhou Mi’s shoulder.
“You already put a condom on it,” Kyuhyun said, and his words were sly, thighs rubbing against Zhou Mi’s hips like he was trying to give him a clue.
And he was.
The kisses helped keep them quiet, Zhou Mi’s hand gripping one of Kyuhyun’s thighs as Zhou Mi slid into him.
It was hard to deny that when they roomed together, they didn’t have other things in mind. Sometimes they never got that chance, someone crashing their party oblivious to the private times they’d interrupted.
But not that night. Their phones were silent, and the doors were locked. Kyuhyun had sent him teasing looks on the airplane, after he’d woken up anyway.
And there’d been the pokes to his knee during dinner.
And the tease about what Zhou Mi was getting him for his birthday.
In truth, he had a gift safely stashed at home, waiting for the official party they’d have. But when he’d whispered his idea for an extra gift - one for just the two of them - Kyuhyun hadn’t seemed displeased.
And he didn’t then, soft moans into Zhou Mi’s neck as Zhou Mi braced above him, touched him. He was barely keeping his own control, having promised Kyuhyun he would be first. It was his gift. And it was a gift to himself, watching Kyuhyun gasp, the loudest moan he made right then as he shuddered beneath Zhou Mi.
It was luxury to muffle himself against Kyuhyun’s skin, something he imagined most nights alone.
“Happy birthday,” he huffed, after he’d finally pressed into the mattress. And Kyuhyun chuckled, curling into his side.
“One down, twenty six more to go?”
Certainly not before they left. But. He could probably manage that, given time.
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Prompt: could I ask for a qmi smutlet that is celebratory sex? idec what they're celebrating I just need happy after that walking dead finale sooob smut
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It was laughter that followed them, big ringing whoops that echoed from Zhou Mi high and delighted, and from Kyuhyun lower, rising almost to a cackle. They were giddy with it, wiggling over each other on the bed. Zhou Mi’s kisses made big smacking sounds against Kyuhyun’s neck, and Kyuhyun wriggled under him.
“Two days,” Kyuhyun said, breathless even though they’d barely begun. Two days, and then freedom for an entire week, freedom to do anything they wanted - like what they were doing right then with him wrapping his thighs around Zhou Mi’s waist in blatant invitation.
“Going to be so good,” Zhou Mi crooned, and Kyuhyun wasn’t sure if he meant vacation or right then. It didn’t really matter.
The giggles shorted out when the urge to moan started, with Zhou Mi sucking at his neck and rocking against him. Zhou Mi’s smile was mesmerizing - always - but never more than when it went a bit sharp as he lifted Kyuhyun’s hips and pressed into him.
“I guess I’ll take you along,” Kyuhyun said, breath hitching once in the middle of it. Zhou Mi’s grin was immediate, and Kyuhyun pulled that mouth to his, needing Zhou Mi closer, needing him to move.
“Let’s not stop until vacation starts,” Zhou Mi suggested, kissing Kyuhyun’s chin.
“Deal,” Kyuhyun agreed. So there would be people angry about that, but who cared. At least until they came to their senses in an hour it was a nice thought.
He thought of all the things he was going to do to Zhou Mi all that time they had free, and from Zhou Mi’s hitching breaths, maybe he was thinking the same. All the little touches, touch Mi’s kisses, the flirting when Zhou Mi got home, wriggling each other out of their clothes.
Zhou Mi spoke in quick and rolling Mandarin, a sexy sound that had Kyuhyun’s throat convulsing. He wasn’t even sure if Zhou Mi knew he was speaking, voice straining as Kyuhyun went taut beneath him.
“Zhou Mi.”
And Zhou Mi moaned.
“Zhou Mi.”
It was Zhou Mi’s sneaky hand that undid him, caught between them and stroking as Kyuhyun watched Zhou Mi’s mouth and came. And Zhou Mi all but collapsed on him, making him groan as their hearts tried to batter right out of each other’s chests.
Zhou Mi slurred something, possibly not actually in a language that existed. But it made Kyuhyun smile anyway. Two more days.
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Prompt: qmi~ winter Olympics~ either both kyu and mi are competing figure skaters or kyu is a snowboarder and mi is a figure skater. they watch each other through the competition (fluff: they fall for each other or smut: they are fucking between rounds)
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The thing about the games was that even if it was outside of their skill set, they were still interested in what was going on in other areas. When Kyuhyun wasn’t confined to the mountain, he was down in the village and watching other events. That was the fun of it, getting to see more than just one thing, not being there wholly competing for themselves.
There was some buzz about the men’s figure skating, and South Korea had a good shot they said. Kyuhyun’s interest in figure skating grew or faded depending on whether he was watching or not, but he allowed himself to be dragged into the seats reserved for the competitors. It was half over by the time they got there, but they still settled and anticipated, and Kyuhyun winced as a skater went down hard after a jump. He knew what it felt like to fall, but he wasn’t usually on ice.
The next competitor was announced. China. Zhou Mi. It was a name he recalled vaguely, and he took stock of the black and gold outfit Zhou Mi wore. Flashy, but not too flashy. He looked like a stick, really, and he imagined if Zhou Mi fell, it’d look like a giraffe sprawling on the ice.
But he didn’t fall. His jumps were tight, landings solid. All that leg, he created dramatic lines on the ice. Kyuhyun watched to the last, when Zhou Mi’s arm went up, his chest heaving. And he glanced up at the large screen, only to see a smile flash across Zhou Mi’s face.
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“Cho Kyuhyun. He’s a snowboarder.”
Connections, they were wonderful things. Kyuhyun stood, trying hard not to clench his teeth or his hands as he was introduced to Zhou Mi. He looked freshly showered, dressed in a team China coat, and his eyes went wide, focusing on Kyuhyun.
“Oh, I know your name! I saw you compete two days ago,” Zhou Mi said, laughing, his Korean very good. “Though I wouldn’t have recognized you without your coat and goggles. You edged China out of the running.”
The way it was said was rather sly, and it made Kyuhyun grin.
“If you keep skating like you did tonight, you might edge out South Korea, so we’re even.”
What Zhou Mi showed him was approval, and he stepped closer as people filed around them. His words were caught somewhere in his throat as he wondered what to say. He’d already complimented Zhou Mi’s skating, and doing that again would be too much.
“Have you eaten? I think my nerves will finally let me,” Zhou Mi said, snatching the opportunity before Kyuhyun could.
And he babbled out some kind of agreement, abandoned by the person who’d introduced them.
“Just being here feels like a dream,” Zhou Mi said, huddled together after their meal. “Practices, competitions, injuries, and finally here.”
“If you don’t medal?” Kyuhyun asked. Though he suspected Zhou Mi would.
“I know I tried,” Zhou Mi said, and his smile was somehow secure in that.
Kyuhyun envied it.
“Will you come watch me again?”
“I’ll try,” Zhou Mi promised. “Will you?”
The touch of Zhou Mi’s hand was muffled through their gloves, but Kyuhyun’s face flushed because of it.
When he agreed, Zhou Mi smiled, and that was all Kyuhyun wanted.
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Prompt: Hihi! For your fic Company Time could you write Zhou Mi asking Heechul's opinion of Kyuhyun after meeting him? I reread it recently and was wondering if he thought Kyu was "hotter than the sun" like he said before. If it's been too long you can ignore...Thanksss
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“So?”
All he got back was a stare as he tried to press for information. All Zhou Mi wanted was an opinion. It wasn’t because he had none himself, but Heechul knew him - even if his knowledge of who Zhou Mi was attracted to was new.
“He’s into you, but that’s not a surprise,” Heechul said, and Zhou Mi nearly scowled. He wasn’t there to have Heechul try to compliment him and make him feel better.
“I think he’ll really listen,” Zhou Mi said.
“That’s good. If you can’t be honest with him, then you’re not being fair to either of you.”
Zhou Mi nodded, the weight of it still settling on him. They couldn’t just pretend, not talk, make out. They couldn’t. It was trust, sharing the biggest part of himself that he could imagine, but it had to be worth it. It wasn’t Kyuhyun’s face that made it worth it, or his mouth. Somehow, it was the wary look in his eyes that made it seem like it would all be worth it.
“But he is good looking, right?”
Zhou Mi couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t exactly talk to Kyuhyun about how attractive Zhou Mi found him, and there was no one else who knew.
“He’s not so much my type,” Heechul drawled, and laughed when Zhou Mi smacked at him. “Yeah, you did good. You look good together. Now don’t let go. I don’t think you have enough money to buy a yacht.”
And Zhou Mi was content to let it drop, at least until Heechul mused, “And if he drops you, he’s a fool. But he’s not your only shot.”
Zhou Mi twisted his fingers together, shifting as he agreed. He knew it. But that didn’t make it feel less important, or less terrifying.
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Prompt: hi! um qmi time-travelling AU, angst? sankyuuu <3
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Kyuhyun wondered if it would have been as easy for him to adjust to two hundred years earlier as Zhou Mi had adjusted to two hundred years later. New technology, new everything. There were no horses to ride, no fires to build, and things were easier but yet so much more complicated. And there was better medicine, so there was that.
Zhou Mi, with his neatly shorn hair, and his carefully buttoned shirt, waiting for Kyuhyun. He would go back, and he would join his own time, and all Kyuhyun would know was what was written about him - if there ever was anything written about him.
“The consequences if I don’t go back-“
All of history could be changed. There were things that Zhou Mi needed to accomplish.
And Kyuhyun wished he could bend without breaking when Zhou Mi pressed his cheek against Kyuhyun’s.
“If you do find a way,” Kyuhyun choked out.
“I find it so peculiar that I would be brought here if there was no point in it. I… I hope it was not just to meet you, Kuixian.”
That was when he bent, squeezing Zhou Mi’s ribs between his arms and barely keeping his breath from hitching as Zhou Mi hugged him even tighter.
And he had to hold his breath, not saying the things he wanted to for fear it would make Zhou Mi try what he should not. And he watched Zhou Mi prick a fingertip, smear the blood on the charmed cloth.
And he met Kyuhyun’s eyes one last time before he disappeared.
It was as though he had never been there. And to everyone else, he never had been.
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Prompt: qmi - fox
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Kyuhyun hummed, his fingers sliding into thick fur, along warm body. He stroked along it, pleased by the richness of it, at least until he woke up. He had no furs on his bed, but it had been no fur in his hand. And there was only moonlight as he squinted as he made out the lines of a sleeping animal.
Not just any animal - a fox. A fox that reeked of alcohol as it barely stirred and slept. Kyuhyun didn’t fear being bit so much as he feared waking the fox. They could be fickle, or helpful, or sometimes dangerous. But Kyuhyun smoothed his hand down the fur and pulled the blankets up over them both. To let a fox spirit sleep in his bed, he might show himself worthy of something.
That, and he was too tired to think of what else could be done.
But it was not a fox that Kyuhyun woke to before the sun rose, but a man dressed to study, a man whose eyes opened calm and somehow sly.
“What is your name?” the fox spirit asked, reclined as though he owned the bed and not Kyuhyun.
“Kyuhyun. Do you…?”
“I have a name. Zhou Mi, I’ve been called,” he said, lips curving. “You let me sleep here. You did not try to kill me.”
Kyuhyun’s eyebrows rose. “You didn’t try to kill me.”
“Your bed looked as fine as any. And you weren’t snoring.”
“And you were drunk?” Kyuhyun ventured.
Zhou Mi grinned, inclining his head as though to accept that. “You wine was good enough. But now, I go, before the sun.”
“Return tonight,” Kyuhyun blurted. “I have wine. Maybe not so fine as you have known, but-“
Even if it was as a fox, having someone sitting across from him would be welcome. Someone who spoke, someone who smiled.
Kyuhyun watched as Zhou Mi’s head tilted.
“Perhaps,” Zhou Mi said.
Kyuhyun made for the fire, wanting something warm to start his day. Perhaps Zhou Mi would want something as well. But when Kyuhyun turned back, Zhou Mi was gone.
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When Zhou Mi walked through his door, as a man and not a fox, Kyuhyun began to second-guess his choices. His life was humble enough, was uncertain enough, that inviting danger into it seemed unwise.
But he could hardly bar the door and deny a fox spirit he’d invited back. And as he said, the wine he had was not highest quality, but it didn’t taste of vinegar and Zhou Mi drank it without complaint.
“Do you have other fires waiting for you?” Kyuhyun wondered, after they had relaxed in silence for several minutes.
And Zhou Mi’s lips twisted. Maybe it was a smile, or maybe it wasn’t, but Kyuhyun wondered at it just the same.
“No fires this night. I usually make make own. But here I have wine, so I am content. And a bed?”
It took him a moment before Kyuhyun could reply. “Yes, of course.”
Yes, of course fox spirit could drink his wine and share his bed. A fox spirit dressed in much finer clothes - and one that was gone when Kyuhyun woke.
“Search beneath your tools. Perhaps the wine will be sweeter,” Zhou Mi had whispered before Kyuhyun had slept.
There was nothing there but dirt, hard packed from years of being undisturbed. But Zhou Mi told him to, so he brushed away dust, and ran his fingers over the earth. His eyebrows tightened when his hand brushed something round, a ring affixed to something, hidden below the first layer of dirt. It was a box no bigger than his hand, and it came loose from the soil only with persuasion.
Within it, money, more than Kyuhyun had ever seen even with the box being so small. It stole the air from his lungs as he wondered how Zhou Mi had know, who had put it there, how-
Perhaps it had been Zhou Mi himself, and Kyuhyun had amused him.
“I did as you said,” Kyuhyun said, when Zhou Mi was seated by his fire again.
The wine they drank was sweeter, and it loosened his tongue, speaking of his life as Zhou Mi listened, nodding, humming at times, and mailing when Kyuhyun laughed.
Zhou Mi in turn spoke of lands Kyuhyun had never heard of, fertile valleys and tall mountains, rivers almost too wide to see across. They drank to their content, and Kyuhyun leaned against Zhou Mi’s shoulder without fear.
“You’ll come back?” Kyuhyun prompted, when all was dark, and the bed held both of them. He could not feel Zhou Mi breathing as he had when they had been sat beside each other, but Kyuhyun could still hear him.
“If the wine is sweet enough,” Zhou Mi said.
It was not a promise. But it was close enough.
***
Zhou Mi did not appear to him as a fox again, only as a man. He came when it amused him, night by night to share wine at Kyuhyun’s fire. The wine had relaxed him so he could sleep in years previous, but he found that he slept best with less wine, and Zhou Mi breathing deeply in the bed he had made nicer for them. Zhou Mi was sly with his hints, nudging Kyuhyun’s business decisions until he left behind his small house and purchased a larger one, until Zhou Mi could have had a room of his own, servants to wait on him. And yet, Zhou Mi denied all of those in favor of sitting at Kyuhyun’s side and telling him stories. Sometime he sang, as though he sang to the fire, and the flames danced to hear his voice. In the summer, the air was sweeter, and in the winter warmer, when Zhou Mi was close. Zhou Mi was his confidant, his drinking companion, closer to him than he could have imagined a being like Zhou Mi. Kyuhyun did not speak of him to the friends of his youth, keeping that secret tucked away in his tunic against his heart.
Kyuhyun’s house was sound, his fields abundant, the coin he gave to those who needed it free. Losing all of that meant little to him, but the thought of there being a possibility of Zhou Mi’s last appearance made his throat tighten. It was possible he would drive Zhou Mi away to speak of it. But to say nothing was almost to guarantee it. Words had more power than they were given credit for, and silence said so many things - something Kyuhyun was not willing to let speak for him.
“With the wealth you have acquired, you could have any wife you wanted. A matchmaker would be hard pressed to overlook you,” Zhou Mi said, smiling as he toasted Kyuhyun with the finest goblet that Kyuhyun had been able to find for him.
“It isn’t a wife I want,” Kyuhyun told him.
“Then more wealth? Some men hold it more dear than a lover’s touch, though it does not seem to suit you.”
But Kyuhyun shook his head again. “It isn’t wealth I need. The money you have brought has eased my life, and the wine we share finer. But I would give my riches away and drink the most bitter of wines, if I could be assured of one thing.”
Zhou Mi’s eyebrows rose, and he leaned forward, eager. “Tell me what is more important to you than mate and home and vice.”
“I would have there be no day that you did not appear before me, and no night you did not sleep beside me. I think even without the wine, I would sleep satisfied to know you were near.”
Foxes were not known to stay. They came and went as they pleased, finding humans that amused them, or that amused them to meddle with. When Kyuhyun woke all those mornings alone, wondering if that would be the last time, or the beginning of the rest of time perhaps. If every morning would begin as the last had, only without the benefit of a companion. If he would grow old and alone, with only his wine and a sour stomach to pass him into sleep.
“Peculiar,” Zhou Mi said, his head tilting. But he did not immediately dismiss Kyuhyun’s request. “Would you believe a vow a fox would give?”
“You have told me the truth before.”
“But it was a truth I had created,” Zhou Mi laughed. “I can’t give you the promises you seek.”
Kyuhyun was disappointed but not surprised, and he did not press Zhou Mi on the subject. His breath held after the sun set the next night, until he heard Zhou Mi whistling in the hall on his way to Kyuhyun’s room.
The wine was readied, but Zhou Mi did not sit, or reach for a goblet. He strolled the room in his fine clothes, his long fingers clenching into fists and releasing. All Kyuhyun could do was stay still as Zhou Mi peered into the night, closing the shutter and retracing his steps until he turned, and stood behind Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun could feel him there, looming, like the heaviest of shadows.
“What is it that caused you to make that request?” Zhou Mi asked, his breath warm and stirring the hair at the back of Kyuhyun’s head. “Was it gratitude for these fine things?”
Kyuhyun shook his head. “Something much more unwise than that.”
“Foxes are too fleeting for such things,” Zhou Mi nearly whispered, so close as to feel Kyuhyun’s shiver.
“The sun comes and goes, but the plants still strain toward it while it is there.” And Kyuhyun swallowed, barely keeping himself from swaying back just to feel, to be sure Zhou Mi was there. “I don’t ask for promises.”
“You would get none.”
And yet Zhou Mi’s hand pressed to Kyuhyun’s belly, his cheek against Kyuhyun’s neck. Kyuhyun keened as he pressed back fully against Zhou Mi’s warmth. He covered Zhou Mi’s hand, and he breathed in time with him. There would be no wine that night, or the next. Zhou Mi’s eyes were not less sly, or his touches gentle. His jokes were a little too loud, and kisses too eager, and Kyuhyun was hungry for it all. Zhou Mi did speak the words that he thought that Kyuhyun would not hear, one night, a year, or five, or ten later. Words that spoke of his reluctance to promise, of his need to stay.
“Humans are too fleeting,” Zhou Mi breathed.
One human life and that of a fox were incomparable. Yet it was not a hill Kyuhyun thought they could not climb, if given opportunity. Still Zhou Mi did not go, and Kyuhyun would not ask it of him. They were in the strongest years, the height of the sun in its orbit. But the sun above them rose and set, and he reached toward Zhou Mi’s smile as they took all that time would give them.
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Prompt: Hi I've never requested anything before, but I've always loved reading your drabbles. Is it ok if I ask for one where Kyu is being concerned and worried over Mi's recent voice inflammation? Thanks in advance!
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“Hi!” Zhou Mi mouthed at him, smile determined as he let Kyuhyun into the apartment.
“You look comfortable,” Kyuhyun teased him, taking in the pajamas Zhou Mi was still wearing in mid-afternoon. Though, as though Kyuhyun could talk because he still would’ve been in his if people didn’t frown on him walking around like that.
But he held up his spoils, several kinds of tea, a container of jelly-like stuff that had lemon pieces floating in it. He’d helped his mom put that together. He’d measured the water, anyway. Zhou Mi made all kinds of dramatic interested faces, staring into the jelly and jiggling it.
“You can put some of that in water,” Kyuhyun said, answering before Zhou Mi could talk. Every measure of his voice had to been protected right then.
Zhou Mi nodded at him, setting it down and going for a mug.
“I can do it,” Kyuhyun said, and they struggled over the spoon. At least until he saw the bandage on the back of Zhou Mi’s hand from the IV, and then he backed off.
He watched as Zhou Mi stirred, added heated water, and he talked about anything to fill the silence as the mixture cooled. But Zhou Mi’s lips curved in satisfaction as he took his first sip, and Kyuhyun sighed in relief.
And when Zhou Mi held out his arm, Kyuhyun sat against him on the couch, legs tangled on the footrest as the TV burbled. Zhou Mi drank, and Kyuhyun took in his presence. He laughed at the Tv, leaning his head against Zhou Mi’s as he huffed along as well. And he hoped that was the best medicine.
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Prompt: qmi - magician
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The parties were the most fun, at least until the sugar crash had started. But by the time that happened, Zhou Mi was usually packing up to leave anyway. He wasn’t a clown, didn’t wear face paint, and couldn’t twist balloon animals. But he could produce flowers, and pretty scarves and stuffed animals, make coins appear out of little ears, and make a child disappear completely.
Or at least, to the children it seemed that way.
The hospitals were satisfying in a deeper way, because he was bringing a bright spot to the lives of people who needed something like that. Not just the kids, but the parents as well. For a few minutes, they got to take a break from worry as he moved little cups around and made the children gasp when their guess was correct. He shuffled cards, and made it seem like he was the most magical of all when he chose the right one. He walked the halls in a full suit with long coattails, a hat tucked under one arm and magic wand rattling inside of it. He left gifts of stickers and coloring books, little magic sets and smiles.
He did it for free, but that didn’t mean he didn’t earn something from it.
In terms of money, the parties brought in the majority, with some donations when he set up a table on the street during tourist season. He didn’t try to scam, just delight. They got a free sticker - always free - and some of them left coins or bills in his spare hat. Some days it brought more than others, and most days he used that money to buy himself food on his way home. But he had fun doing it, interacting and chatting with people from all over the world. That was why he did what he did, the people. He would have been so lonely hunched over a keyboard. He got to perform and experiment. And it was doing that that got him a slot in a club who needed an act on short notice. A man named Youngwoon noticed him, and asked him if he did events.
“I do parties,” Zhou Mi said, his head tilting.
And Youngwoon grinned, a handsome face. “Kids or adults? My crowd’s on the more sophisticated side, but you seem pretty smooth.”
“Adults enjoy my shows, too,” Zhou Mi said, and he stood tall instead of leaning against the table. It was suddenly an interview.
“I have thirty minutes to fill, and whatever part of that you can fill is great.”
And Youngwoon named a figure that had Zhou Mi’s eyebrows raising.
“When?”
“Tonight.”
Short notice, but he’d had worse, and his lips twitched as he held out his hand.
“Then you can let them know The Gentleman will be there.”
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It was his finale, bringing any of the lovely ladies on stage and having them inspect the top hat he had. It was empty, and solid, and perfectly ready.
“What would you like?” Zhou Mi asked her, having noted what was on her table already.
“I wouldn’t say no to another glass of wine,” she said, and the audience laughed with her.
So he pretended to think, and then nodded, and felt around in the hat she still held as though searching for something. And he searched. And he searched. And then he gasped, and pulled up until-
A very nice bottle of merlot was pulled up out of the hat.
She gaped at him, staring down into the hat as the crowd began to applaud and cheer.
“Perhaps the bartenders would oblige you. Thank you,” he said, and bowed to her, offering her the bottle in exchange for the hat.
She walked off the stage, flustered and pleased, and he bowed to the audience as well, sweeping his arm against his stomach and wiggling his coattails as he picked up his table and walked right offstage to everyone’s amusement.
Youngwoon caught him almost immediately, clapping him on the shoulder.
“You had them mesmerized. That was great.”
“Thank you. They were a great crowd,” Zhou Mi said, and meant it.
“Stay a while, will you? I need to introduce the next act, but I’d like to see if you’d be willing to come back. And I’d like to buy you a drink for helping me out tonight.”
Zhou Mi agreed, pleased with how the evening had gone.
The two at the bar were an effortless team, weaving past each other and trading bottles. He watched them work and thought that was magic of their own. It took only moments for the woman - her name tag read Victoria - to push a napkin in front of him.
“What’ll you have, Mr. Gentleman?”
He laughed, and she grinned at him. “I can’t decide. Any thoughts? Nothing too sweet, but smooth.”
She thought a moment, nodding. “I think I know. I’ll be right back.”
“Whats the gentleman having?” her partner asked, looking over her shoulder as she scooped something mysterious into a shaker.
“What I’m giving him,” Victoria quipped. But to Zhou Mi she said, “This is Sungmin. We’re grateful because we got to watch almost all of your show. No one got thirsty during that.”
“Hopefully they had a taste for wine after?” Zhou Mi teased.
“Always,” Sungmin said, and sidled over to start making a drink for another customer.
Victoria gave him a pretty glass that held pale pink liquid. He didn’t pause as he lifted it, sipping. Not too sweet, smooth.
“What’s in it?” he asked, and she shook her finger at him.
Ah, a secret.
“The boss keeps a table free there by the wall,” Victoria said, pointing him to it. “Kyuhyun’s on next, and I bet you’ll enjoy him.”
“I hope so,” he said, and toasted her with his glass as he made his way toward the table. A few people recognized him, and he stopped to chat, trading smiles and giving his thanks at the compliments. But at the table, he was alone, and no one bother shim as the stage was being set. A music act, from the keyboard that had been set up, a microphone not new and not old set up toward the middle.
Zhou Mi sipped his drink, and it was only a minute before Youngwoon came out.
“I know we’ve entertained you,” Youngwoon said, and nodded his thanks toward Zhou Mi. “But the man most of you have been waiting for. Kyuhyun.”
Just a first name. Zhou Mi wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but the man with the stick-straight black hair and dark gray suit wasn’t it. He held the mic stand, said a few words of greeting that Zhou Mi didn’t really catch as he took in the pocket square and artful fringe.
But Kyuhyun started singing first, his voice low and quiet, almost causing the room to inhale and lean in to catch his words and his voice. It grew louder, gentle chords on the keyboard punctuating his beats, his lines. Smoother than his drink, that voice, but nowhere near sweet. If he hadn’t been making half the eyes in the crowd damp from the longing of love, Zhou Mi might’ve called that voice downright dirty.
Youngwoon joined him two songs in, and they chafed a bit, schedules, ideas. But most of Zhou Mi’s attention was on the stage, watching how Kyuhyun worked the crowd, seamlessly changing form something sad and slow to something a bit more upbeat.
“He’s our prime time, as you can tell,” Youngwoon said. “He draws a lot of people here. I’ll introduce you after. Everyone knows it’s almost time to close when Kyuhyun’s on stage.”
Yes, he could see the bar was starting to close down as well, cleaning up and stragglers sent away with water and a last smile. The club would stay open to allow the patrons to linger over wine, even after Kyuhyun stepped away to thunderous applause and the man at the keyboard swung into something quiet but jazzy. Youngwoon got up to wander, shaking hands and talking to patrons after. Zhou Mi was content to watch, since he knew he had nowhere urgent to get to. Youngwoon returned, though, keeping an eye on things.
“All set, boss,” Sungmin said, as he and Victoria joined them at the table.
“Good night?”
“Good night,” Sungmin confirmed.
“Good. I imagine we’ll have more of those, when we nail down a couple more nights for Zhou Mi to come back. Everyone I spoke to enjoyed it.”
They toasted their water glasses to him, and he laughed, waving them off. And that was when Kyuhyun appeared. Youngwoon stood, and Zhou Mi with him as Youngwoon introduced them.
Kyuhyun reached for his hand, and Zhou Mi took it, pleased by the firmness of his grip and the size of his hand. And the moment Kyuhyun let go, he conjured a rose, holding it out for Kyuhyun’s astonished eyes.
“For a good show,” Zhou Mi said.
“How did you do that?”
“Magic,” Zhou Mi said, and took his own seat.
“I guess he worked for that flower,” Victoria said.
“You can have mine,” Kyuhyun said, and handed it to her.
Which was just as well, since Zhou Mi didn’t have any more.
“But no really, how…?”
“Trade secrets,” Sungmin suggested.
“Magic, he said,” Victoria said, elbowing him and sniffing the rose.
“Having someone a bit more lively before Kyuhyun is a good thing,” Youngwoon said, taking them all out from their joking.
“It’s sad when they’re all asleep by the end of the first song,” Kyuhyun said, catching Zhou Mi’s eye and grinning.
They were all grinning, Sungmin and Victoria more tired than the rest of them since they’d been working the bar, but it was a pleasure to sit there as part of something that almost felt like a team. He knew he’d be back, if they could get days ironed down. Not like many weekend nights he was busy with parties, and the money would be welcome. But Kyuhyun was looking at him peculiarly, and that was even before he brought out his phone with its colorful cartoon cover to show them pictures of where he performed on the street.
“You’re different than you are on stage,” Kyuhyun said, one hand fitting with a water bottle.
And Zhou Mi tilted his head. “Oh?”
“Yeah. You seem really composed up there, sly. More free, I guess? Talkative, animated.”
If Kyuhyun could have said anything that would have complimented him more, Zhou Mi couldn’t think of it.
“It’s a persona, The Gentleman,” Zhou Mi confirmed. “Each situation calls for something a little different. But yeah, some people tell me I’m a bit too loud.”
“Not too loud,” Kyuhyun corrected. “Just different.”
He’d take, all of him, right down to the way Kyuhyun’s lashes dipped and the way he grinned a moment later at Youngwoon.
“We should get your number so you can join us when you’re not working,” Victoria said.
And Zhou Mi smiled at that, finally ready to tell his secret. “Kyuhyun has it if you need it.”
Everyone’s heads swiveled toward Kyuhyun as though he was holding out on them, and he hook his head. “No, I don’t?”
“Suit pocket,” Zhou Mi said, tapping his own chest.
Kyuhyun frowned, but reached into his jacket anyway, feeling in the pocket until his eyes widened. What he emerged with was a card with a top hat and magic wand on it, a printed number and a handwritten one. And a message - “Call me.”
Kyuhyun was still bewildered as people started laughing, and then he flushed which made them laugh even harder. Not Zhou Mi, though, sitting, smiling with his eyes. Not so much laughing at Kyuhyun as it was an offer.
Much like Kyuhyun saw more to Zhou Mi than a persona on the stage, he wanted to know more about Kyuhyun than the singer with the lovely voice. He could conjure roses, and pretend a surprise coin was magic, but people were something different. Part of each of them was an act, but the grin they shared was entirely real.
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Prompt: Hi! Can I request a fic where Kyu is whining about Mi asking Heechul to be the first guest on ITC and not himself? Thanks in advance ^^
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“So what rank am I exactly?”
“What?” Zhou Mi asked, playing dumb.
“Is Victoria before me, or after me?” Kyuhyun insisted, poking at Zhou Mi’s side.
Okay, so there he had to be careful since Kyuhyun had went a bit wide-eyed.
“Would I put someone out of the group first?” he said sweetly, and Kyuhyun laughed at him outright.
“I’m going to tell terrible stories about you!”
They stared at each other. “Is that going to persuade me?”
Okay, so it wasn’t like it was a secret that he’d be there eventually anyway, but Kyuhyun’s grin just got wider.
Or, it did, until Zhou Mi pointed out, “We’ll have to brush up on your Mandarin.”
“Hey!”
“And you’ll have to prepare a song, because they’re going to want to hear you.”
“Just me!”
Zhou Mi sniffed. “Maybe I’ll sing with you. I mean, they hear a lot of my voice anyway but one more song won’t hurt.”
“Maybe we can do a song in Mandarin instead?” Kyuhyun suggested, hopeful.
But at the very least he’d let go of the fact that he hadn’t been first on the show. He was pretty sure Kyuhyun knew his place in Zhou Mi’s heart.
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Prompt: Some smut from All That I Am verse? QMi get a bit kinky? /showers you with love smut
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“The shades are open!” Zhou Mi barked, grabbing at his pants as Kyuhyun tried to pull them down again.
“And we’re on the top floor? Who’s going to see? A pigeon?” Kyuhyun asked, wrenching the cloth from Zhou Mi’s grip. “Besides, I’ll be behind you.”
And if Zhou Mi couldn’t hear the leer in that, he wasn’t trying hard enough. A few minutes earlier Zhou Mi had been writhing around in Kyuhyun’s lap with his pants open. Of course, the office door was locked against intruders. There was just something extra naughty about bending Zhou Mi over his desk - extra naughty in that he sometimes daydreamed about it when he was supposed to be working, too.
Though considering he was supposed to be driving him to distraction, instead of moaning because Kyuhyun was slipping into him, Zhou Mi was making humming noises over Kyuhyun’s calendar.
“So you’re free for lunch tomorrow?”
“Zhou Mi!”
And Zhou Mi gave the cockiest, mod ridiculous grin over his shoulder. “Oh. That feels good, too.”
He was going to show him what felt good. He could see the pull of Zhou Mi’s dress shirt across his shoulders, the strength of his neck, his braced hands as Kyuhyun held Zhou Mi’s hips. That was what he wanted, those little grunts as Zhou Mi reacted to each movement of his hips. The sexy way his back arched and the frown as he turned his head to pant back at Kyuhyun.
“Still only good?” Kyuhyun bit out, groping at Zhou Mi’s thighs and stroking at him with a rhythm that sometimes matched his hips.
“Not only,” Zhou Mi said, and let out a gagged moan that thrilled Kyuhyun. “Maybe the best.”
At that point, he didn’t care where they were, who could see. He had Zhou Mi on his desk, all to himself, and he felt so good that Kyuhyun struggled not to just race and end it all.
Though if Zhou Mi kept sounding like that-
He knew exactly what to do to get Kyuhyun off. He couldn’t just block his ears, and Zhou Mi was begging.
But it was “Kyuhyun!” pleading from Zhou Mi’s mouth that got him in the end, groaning at Zhou Mi’s back as he pressed hard against him.
“You too, you too,” Kyuhyun hissed, and didn’t let up until Zhou Mi came. A mess they’d have to take care of under the desk, but that was a small price to pay.
He collapsed back in his chair and had a nice view for about five seconds until Zhou Mi realized his screen was gone, and then the pants shot up.
“Next time, windows closed,” Zhou Mi demanded, hair all ruffled and pants clutched together. He looked perfect.
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Prompt: fluffy smutty qmi? smut
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“Your majesty.”
The bow was utterly elegant, a genteel arm and bowed head glistening with gold. And Kyuhyun’s lips twitched, making his own bow, a little exaggerated as he kept his eyes on Zhou Mi’s.
“Your majesty,” Kyuhyun said, voice a bit husky as he talked. And it showed in the way that Zhou Mi’s jaw sagged, before he reached for Kyuhyun. It wasn’t a time for the court, for crowns, for the image they showed to their council, to servants, to their subjects. It was a night for them.
And Zhou Mi kissed like he bowed, a press of lips that felt so natural against his, urgent kisses, his hands on Kyuhyun’s back guiding him closer. That was everything he’d expected from Zhou Mi, from the first time he’d caught Zhou Mi looking at his mouth and the little grin that followed. That Zhou Mi’s kisses would be lavish and giving, stealing his breath and stoking his desire.
He breathed as Zhou Mi kissed him again, looking down between them as Zhou Mi tugged the belt of his tunic free. And when Zhou Mi’s fingers traced down, parting the fabric, his eyes darted between Kyuhyun’s chest and Kyuhyun’s eyes, a secret smile on his face like he was opening a gift.
It wasn’t as though it hadn’t been offered before, but the first time as equals.
He wasn’t so slow, or so patient to bare Zhou Mi, grasping at cloth and sucking at Zhou Mi’s wide bottom lip. One step closer as he made Zhou MI whimper, pulling the tie from Zhou MI’s hair and letting it run free through his fingers.
All he’d wanted, he finally had. The year of fighting, the endless months of separation, returning to find Zhou Mi sitting in his room with his eyes lit by the roaring fire - his whole focus on Kyuhyun. He’d been fearless and it was his belief that had them there, that allowed Kyuhyun to plant his hands on Zhou MI’s collarbones and push him back on the bed they would share. Zhou Mi was everything, laughing,flushed, gripping Kyuhyun’s hips and moaning into his kisses. They shifted together, and they wanted.
There had been a dozen other people Kyuhyun’s father had wanted for Kyuhyun. But none who looked at him like Zhou Mi did, an arm around Kyuhyun’s neck, eyes dark with desire as Kyuhyun pressed into him. It had been a month..more? Too long since he’d watched Zhou Mi’s throat convulse, heard him sigh, or the dirty little chuckles when Kyuhyun teased, and Zhou Mi promised, “Next time.”
It was nearly a threat, and Kyuhyun welcomed it. They traded kisses, breathes, touches, and he stroked Zhou Mi’s thighs, his belly, reveling in how good Zhou Mi felt around him, how eager he was.
“Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi moaned for him, and he felt like a deity and not just a ruler, the one person who could bring that desperation to Zhou Mi’s face, to hold him as he gasped and held Kyuhyun tight. And when he lost himself to Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi cradled him, pressing kisses to his temple and cheekbones.
He wasn’t going to let Zhou Mi go, not again, not ever.
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Prompt: Can I request a Qmi fluff about Kyu complaining to Zhou Mi that his lyrics to Swing is too hard? Then Kyu making fun of Mi when they are practicing the Korean version? Thanks so much <3
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“Couldn’t you have made it less…twisty?”
“What, like all the same syllable?” Zhou Mi teased, pausing as though to think about it. “Sure, we could all sing “mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi” but everyone would think I was really vain.”
Kyuhyun snorted. “You are-“
And he would’ve finished that sentence except that Zhou Mi was swatting at him.
“Maybe you just write it so you can see me struggle.”
“Maybe,” Zhou Mi agreed, all lofty. Though, at least he did actually help instead of just…laughing at him. But that didn’t keep Kyuhyun from complaining more.
He felt like he deserved double over in laughter when they were rehearsing later, though.
“What was that word?” he gasped, and Zhou Mi made outraged faces at him, before defaulting to sad and pathetic as Kyuhyun parroted back at him.
“I was singing the lyrics!” Zhou Mi said. And lilted his way through his part until Kyuhyun was doubled over again.
“Vowels,” Zhou Mi said, kicking imaginary dirt at Kyuhyun.
“You!”
“Vowels! I’ve listened to it a hundred times, and that’s what it sounds like.”
It felt nice to be the instructor for a change. Though, sometimes he had to confess that Zhou Mi was a better student sometimes than he was.
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Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: up to NC-17
Genres: romance, fluff, smut, mpreg, angst
Summary: 22 qmi requests of different types. Smut prompts are marked.
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Prompt: Hi~ Could you write Zhou Mi musing on his favorite features of Kyuhyun while Kyu is sleeping? Sort of a been together a while and reflecting sort of feel. Thanks a million ^^
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Some people looked quite a bit more innocent while asleep. Some looked goofy, or hot, or even scary. There was something vulnerable about it, and Zhou Mi just barely kept his fingers from wanting to touch - knowing it would wake Kyuhyun.
He loved Kyuhyun’s eyebrows. Less when he was angry, but more when he laughed, like little punctuation marks on his face. Zhou Mi liked smoothing his fingertips across them while Kyuhyun tried to wiggle them away. Once, he nearly poked Kyuhyun in the eyeball. But they’d still been laughing. And the eyelashes, still and at peace, that framed Zhou Mi’s favorite nose of all time.
Kyuhyun always squinted at him when he said that, and Zhou Mi didn’t purely like it for aesthetic reasons. Kyuhyun liked the way Zhou Mi smelled, and there was something just the tiniest bit miraculous about that.
Of course Kyuhyun’s cheeks weren’t anything to scoff at, or the line of his jaw, or curve of his earlobe.
Kyuhyun was breathing through parted lips that smiled quicker than they frowned, his chin relaxed and cute. Their first kiss, Zhou Mi had nearly missed, kissing part of Kyuhyun’s chin as well. Kyuhyun had only laughed a little, curling his hand at Zhou Mi’s neck and kissing him back.
He knew exactly what Kyuhyun’s reaction would be if he woke and found Zhou Mi looking at him. First, he’d call Zhou Mi a creep, embarrassed but pleased and probably poking him. But that’d melt into sleepy snuggles and plans for their next meal as Zhou Mi kissed little patterns on Kyuhyun’s cheek or neck.
But he didn’t want Kyuhyun to wake, not yet. So he kissed Kyuhyun on his forehead, the only place not guaranteed to wake him, and surely enough, Kyuhyun slept on, secure. And Zhou Mi kept watch over him.
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Prompt: Sleeping Kyu so cute! Kyu doing the same for Mi please?
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It was in Kyuhyun’s semi-expert opinion, that Zhou Mi could sleep through any number of natural disasters. Granted, as long as he had his eye mask - which had scared Kyuhyun waking up one night because yes, a giant black blob on Zhou Mi’s face. But Zhou Mi had others, some of which were comical. But as long as they were on, Zhou Mi was out. And it wasn’t just after they’d had their hands on each other, either, because it seemed Zhou Mi could fall asleep in seconds if he was comfortable. All of a sudden Zhou Mi’s breathing would shift and his jaw would sag and away he’d go.
He looked like some kind of warrior sleeping and ready to go into battle, neck awkward and jaw unbearably straight. Kyuhyun touched just the tip of Zhou Mi’s nose, and Zhou Mi wrinkled it and kept sleeping.
His lips were dark, a flush of blue under pink, and it only made Kyuhyun think of how they looked all flushed after kisses, warm to the touch, and the way they looked when Zhou Mi licked them.
Kyuhyun mentally drew frowny eyebrows on the red eye mask Zhou Mi was wearing because he could. It blocked out his view of Zhou Mi’s eyes, and his cheekbones, too, but he allowed it for Zhou Mi’s comfort. He realized he was being creepy when he pressed a kiss to the top of Zhou Mi’s ear, and curved his hand over Zhou Mi’s neck. But he figure they were both allowed that sometimes.
Zhou Mi woke, but only long enough to pull Kyuhyun in.
Just as he’d intended.
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Prompt: I'm qmi deprived~~~~ Kyuhyun is sick and alone so whines to Zhou Mi until Mi comes to look after him
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“I have a friend over,” was the first answer, which wasn’t good enough. Everyone was out having fun, friends or not.
“Maybe on your way?”
“After he leaves,” Zhou Mi bargained.
“Okay,” Kyuhyun sighed, and was content with that. It wasn’t like he was magically going to get better in a matter of hours. But the kitchen was at least four countries away, and it was all he could do to get to the bathroom.
But he fell asleep again regardless, and when he woke up, he blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.
Zhou Mi, and containers of soup.
“Food,” Kyuhyun croaked.
“He lives!” Zhou Mi chirped, and Kyuhyun groaned as he half sat up.
“You didn’t abandon your friend, did you?”
It got him a pair of rolled eyes. “You really think I would?”
“Maybe. For me,” Kyuhyun said, and then wheezed out a laugh in time with Zhou Mi.
Zhou Mi’s hand felt cool on his arm as he helped Kyuhyun to stand and then shadowed him to the bathroom, and on the way back as well.
“Food,” Kyuhyun breathed again, and drank down soup that was not too hot, not too cool. Just right. It soothed his throat and warmed his belly, and he would’ve married the container right then if he could've.
And then his eyes lit up when he realized Zhou Mi also had juice. And crackers. And-
Zhou Mi was waggling a couple of movies at him, too.
He felt better already.
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Prompt: Qmi.. Mi was caught by kyu when he was stalking and fanboying at fantaken pics and fancams of kyu in his recent musical..
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It was always interesting to sneak up behind people to see what they were looking at on their computers. Most of the time it was something he could tease about, and sometimes it was something that seared his eyeballs, but most of the time it was okay.
He thought he saw a very familiar outfit on the screen as he was sneaking up behind Zhou Mi, and another step made him think even more, and another-
Yes. That was the outfit he’d worn. That was him. He was on the screen of Zhou Mi’s laptop. He seemed to be scrolling through some kind of repository of pictures. Another step, and Kyuhyun realized they were pictures saved to Zhou Mi’s hard drive, and Zhou Mi was humming a familiar song as he clicked from picture to picture.
He’d liked Kyuhyun’s performance?
The next one was a video, and Zhou Mi made a soft little sound as Kyuhyun started singing through his earphones, and Kyuhyun nearly made a sound to match it.
He got closer.
He leaned in.Zhou Mi caught a glimpse of him out for eh corner of his eye and nearly dropped his computer.
“Kyuhyun!”
The video played on.
“You like it?” Kyuhyun almost sing-songed.
“You do a very good job. Just keeping up on. It. In case you need,” Zhou Mi said, faltering every half sentence as Kyuhyun almost ran around the couch to sit beside him.
“Tell me what you like,” Kyuhyun said, fascinated at the flush on Zhou Mi’s cheeks. “You’re allowed to say everything.”
And Zhou Mi laughed at him.
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Prompt: Qmi~~~ Kyu sulking on Mi cause Mi still didn't go to watch his musical
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“It’s not going to last forever!”
“I know. I just haven’t had a chance-“
“I’m jealous that you go see everyone else right away. Are you ashamed of me?” Kyuhyun jabbed, and was pleased when Zhou Mi snorted at him.
“Will you let me backstage so we can take pictures together?”
“Will you bring me food?” Kyuhyun countered. “Maybe we’ll let you put on an outfit, too. That’d be a cool picture!”
“It would be,” Zhou Mi agreed.
“So when will you come to see me! You can tell me how I’m doing.”
Zhou Mi leaned in toward him, smiling. “Wouldn’t it be better if it was a secret?”
Kyuhyun leaned in just as far. “No.”
And so they stared at each other for a decent while, Kyuhyun maybe thinking Zhou Mi was just going to be busy forever, and Zhou Mi slowly smiling harder.
And then he lifted up an envelope.
“Good thing I already have tickets to see the big musical star already, in case they sell out,” Zhou Mi teased.
“Really?”
He hadn’t meant for his voice to go quite that high, but Zhou Mi was laughing when he tore into the envelope to see which day Zhou Mi would be there.
“Now do you feel better?”
“Only if you enjoy it,” Kyuhyun countered, feeling warm right down to his bones.
Zhou Mi was shaking his head at Kyuhyun, as though marveling that Kyuhyun thought that there could be any other outcome.
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Prompt: would you write me a Qmi mpreg...please?? :3
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It was all very planned. They knew well in advance, had talked to several doctors. It was Zhou Mi who ended up going off of his contraceptives, smiling as Kyuhyun wiggled over him. They absolutely knew what they were doing, what the possibilities were, what the goal was, and Kyuhyun was inordinately pleased with himself when the test was positive.
“You’d think I had nothing to do with it,” Zhou Mi complained as Kyuhyun strutted around like some kind of fertile peacock.
That made Kyuhyun leap right back, his arms around Zhou Mi’s shoulders. “No! You were wonderful. Everything was wonderful.”
And his tone indicated he’d like to repeat that wonderful right there, thank you.
Kyuhyun measured the curve with his his eyes and his hands, proof of a growing life as Zhou Mi’s face grew a bit plumper since he was eating as much as he could.
The queasiness passed, and all there could be was waiting, growing, shoving away anxiety in favor of anticipation.
They made a deal that Kyuhyun got to decorate the nursery if Zhou Mi got to have final choice of the name.
Zhou Mi figured it was fair enough, since Kyuhyun could house the baby after Zhou Mi had already housed the baby. An even trade-off.
The baby was a girl, born in spring, and Zhou Mi was smiling despite how tired he was after surgery.
“She has your ears,” Kyuhyun said. And smiled when he realized Zhou Mi was asleep. "Good job."
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Prompt: qmiiiiiii smut? anything will do. smut
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“You willing to get caught?” was the first thing that Kyuhyun had been asked.
He wasn’t sure if he’d had the will to say no at that point, not with the way that Zhou Mi had been grinding against him. He’d tried at first to keep their hips separate for their own sanity but that had turned into all-out contact, moaning against Zhou Mi’s neck. They’d been dancing, just not in a conventional way.
It wasn’t that kind of place, not the loud, almost-anonymous type clubs that Kyuhyun didn’t really like. He wasn’t dressed in leather, and neither was Zhou Mi.
They never took off even one article of clothing.
They didn’t need to.
The corner was shadowed, hidden from view, but it was open, door, no lock. It wasn’t meant to last long, face red half from embarrassment as he fumbled with the condom and realized Zhou Mi had been way ahead of him.
“When,” he asked, when he pressed Zhou Mi into the corner, their hips as lightly joined as they could. Zhou Mi had been slick already, and Kyuhyun thought his heart would explode.
“Earlier, when I went to get a drink,” Zhou Mi laughed.
They could hear laughter beyond the wall, and he braced himself against Zhou Mi’s back.
“I’m glad you’re the perfect height for this,” Kyuhyun gasped, biting the loose cloth at Zhou Mi’s shoulder.
“I’m glad you’re the perfect everything for this. Faster,” Zhou Mi told him.
Faster it would be.
One of Zhou Mi’s hands was braced on the wall, and his eyes fixed on that as he listened to Zhou Mi’s breathy, almost indefinable moans. He was breathing through his teeth, trying not to moan out loud when he felt Zhou Mi come, and he muffled himself in Zhou Mi’s shoulder, pressing him hard into the wall as Zhou Mi’s gasps turned to laughter.
They were resting against the wall, talking, by the time someone rounded the corner.
And Zhou Mi’s little finger was linked with his.
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Prompt: qmi? Idk I just think we need a little something in response to the ss5 backstage clip of Kyuhyun making inappropriate noises.
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It was hard to choose the sounds that were the most loved. There were the near-pained moans as Zhou Mi dug into the tense muscles of Kyuhyun’s shoulders, and the little chuckles as Zhou Mi aggressively cuddled him. There were the thoughtful surprised sounds when Kyuhyun took a bite of something he hadn’t anticipated liking - or bites of something he had very much anticipated. Some of those sounds blended together, pleasure, pain, surprise, food, touch.
There were the sighs as Zhou Mi kissed up his throat, sighs that melted into luxurious moans as Zhou Mi pressed against him. He felt the vibrations against his lips, heard when moans went from enjoyable to near-desperate, a hook on the end that caught at him to both tease and fulfill all of Kyuhyun’s wants.
Mostly it wasn’t fair that the sounds Kyuhyun made at ice cream, and the ones he made in response to Zhou Mi’s hands, could do the exact same thing to him.
The worst was the laughter, the kind when Zhou Mi was tickling him breathless, and then Kyuhyun’s head pressed against his as a laugh turned dark. The fading amusement and rising sound. Kyuhyun’s voice was an intricate instrument. He giggled Zhou Mi’s name, and he sighed it, and he moaned it against Zhou Mi’s skin.
Kyuhyun’s sleepy little grumbles made him smile, and he kissed Kyuhyun’s forehead and let him sleep.
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Prompt: can i request a qmi mpreg where mi has to pick between kyu and the baby? craving some angst :P
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He didn’t think they knew how long it’d last. They had hopes. Most of it was fear.
Where Kyuhyun could be, Zhou Mi could not - because the child they created could not. There had been no moment of wondering if the child should be sacrificed, no thinking that they should end what they had begun between them either. Their relationship, even when the news that Zhou Mi would leave or far the consequences, was his comfort.
Because comfort was something he’d have little of after that. There was fear on Kyuhyun’s face when Zhou Mi prepared to go, when Kyuhyun started tucking little packets of money in random places in his bag, with the supplies for the baby they’d already purchased in excitement.
It wasn’t how it was supposed to have gone. Kyuhyun should have been right there beside him, through everything, without Zhou Mi exiled hundreds of miles away where Kyuhyun could not see him.
They couldn’t even speak to each other. If anyone had found out-
“After-“ Zhou Mi had begun.
And Kyuhyun cut him off.
“We don’t know that,” he’d said.
He held their daughter, two days old, and Zhou Mi still believed. And he willed Kyuhyun to keep believing, too.
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Prompt: since we were talking about it last night, a continuation of that angst qmi mpreg? where they get a chance to fix things, but it's up to you whether they are successful or not ;w;
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It may have been cruel, or maybe the kindest thing that he had ever done. When Zhou Mi rang the doorbell and hung back, he just hoped that someone would answer the door and not look out to see nothing.
Because of it, he waited, and he nearly sagged against the tree to see Kyuhyun answer the door. He looked well. Months apart, and he still looked the same. Thinner, maybe, if only just, and Kyuhyun frowned down at the parcel - the box with the blanket covering.
He saw when Kyuhyun knew, the parted mouth and confusion, the way he looked up so quickly, like he wondered and hoped, and still couldn’t quite believe.
That was when Zhou Mi stepped away from the tree, and held a finger up to his lips so that Kyuhyun would not call out for him.
He walked away, and left their infant child with Kyuhyun.
In the cover of night, he bellied through the window that Kyuhyun had left unlocked, and it was no surprise to him that Kyuhyun was there waiting for him.
“How…“ Kyuhyun said, touching the front of Zhou Mi’s coat.
“A bribe. Trying to keep a baby quiet as you’re being smuggled home in a crate?”
Zhou Mi almost laughed, might’ve, if it hadn’t weighed on him so heavily. It might’ve been easier when she’d been older.
“She was quiet even for me,” Kyuhyun said. “She’s so sweet.”
“I played her a recording of you talking and singing. Every day,” Zhou Mi said. “I didn’t know if it was safe for me to just walk in the door, but I couldn’t keep her away from you. If I got picked up, at least she’d be safe.”
“There has to be something we can do,” Kyuhyun hissed, and that time he did grab Zhou Mi’s coat, like he would climb back out if he had the chance. “You shouldn’t have to a prisoner here so we can stay together.”
They were words he’d wondered, the long months before her birth, and the months after. If Kyuhyun had given up on him, on them. “Then you still want me here?”
Kyuhyun did not get angry or shout. But the shaky breath he let out against Zhou Mi’s neck, squeezing him until his ribs ached, said things that Zhou Mi could not help but understand.
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Prompt: /struggles into your inbox Q-qmi birthday sex p-please /collapses smut
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It was hard to tell exactly how thin the walls were, how easily sound traveled under the adjoining hotel doors.
“It’s almost your birthday, what do you want?” Zhou Mi asked, tickling Kyuhyun’s sides until he was almost giggling up into Zhou Mi’s shoulder.
“You already put a condom on it,” Kyuhyun said, and his words were sly, thighs rubbing against Zhou Mi’s hips like he was trying to give him a clue.
And he was.
The kisses helped keep them quiet, Zhou Mi’s hand gripping one of Kyuhyun’s thighs as Zhou Mi slid into him.
It was hard to deny that when they roomed together, they didn’t have other things in mind. Sometimes they never got that chance, someone crashing their party oblivious to the private times they’d interrupted.
But not that night. Their phones were silent, and the doors were locked. Kyuhyun had sent him teasing looks on the airplane, after he’d woken up anyway.
And there’d been the pokes to his knee during dinner.
And the tease about what Zhou Mi was getting him for his birthday.
In truth, he had a gift safely stashed at home, waiting for the official party they’d have. But when he’d whispered his idea for an extra gift - one for just the two of them - Kyuhyun hadn’t seemed displeased.
And he didn’t then, soft moans into Zhou Mi’s neck as Zhou Mi braced above him, touched him. He was barely keeping his own control, having promised Kyuhyun he would be first. It was his gift. And it was a gift to himself, watching Kyuhyun gasp, the loudest moan he made right then as he shuddered beneath Zhou Mi.
It was luxury to muffle himself against Kyuhyun’s skin, something he imagined most nights alone.
“Happy birthday,” he huffed, after he’d finally pressed into the mattress. And Kyuhyun chuckled, curling into his side.
“One down, twenty six more to go?”
Certainly not before they left. But. He could probably manage that, given time.
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Prompt: could I ask for a qmi smutlet that is celebratory sex? idec what they're celebrating I just need happy after that walking dead finale sooob smut
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It was laughter that followed them, big ringing whoops that echoed from Zhou Mi high and delighted, and from Kyuhyun lower, rising almost to a cackle. They were giddy with it, wiggling over each other on the bed. Zhou Mi’s kisses made big smacking sounds against Kyuhyun’s neck, and Kyuhyun wriggled under him.
“Two days,” Kyuhyun said, breathless even though they’d barely begun. Two days, and then freedom for an entire week, freedom to do anything they wanted - like what they were doing right then with him wrapping his thighs around Zhou Mi’s waist in blatant invitation.
“Going to be so good,” Zhou Mi crooned, and Kyuhyun wasn’t sure if he meant vacation or right then. It didn’t really matter.
The giggles shorted out when the urge to moan started, with Zhou Mi sucking at his neck and rocking against him. Zhou Mi’s smile was mesmerizing - always - but never more than when it went a bit sharp as he lifted Kyuhyun’s hips and pressed into him.
“I guess I’ll take you along,” Kyuhyun said, breath hitching once in the middle of it. Zhou Mi’s grin was immediate, and Kyuhyun pulled that mouth to his, needing Zhou Mi closer, needing him to move.
“Let’s not stop until vacation starts,” Zhou Mi suggested, kissing Kyuhyun’s chin.
“Deal,” Kyuhyun agreed. So there would be people angry about that, but who cared. At least until they came to their senses in an hour it was a nice thought.
He thought of all the things he was going to do to Zhou Mi all that time they had free, and from Zhou Mi’s hitching breaths, maybe he was thinking the same. All the little touches, touch Mi’s kisses, the flirting when Zhou Mi got home, wriggling each other out of their clothes.
Zhou Mi spoke in quick and rolling Mandarin, a sexy sound that had Kyuhyun’s throat convulsing. He wasn’t even sure if Zhou Mi knew he was speaking, voice straining as Kyuhyun went taut beneath him.
“Zhou Mi.”
And Zhou Mi moaned.
“Zhou Mi.”
It was Zhou Mi’s sneaky hand that undid him, caught between them and stroking as Kyuhyun watched Zhou Mi’s mouth and came. And Zhou Mi all but collapsed on him, making him groan as their hearts tried to batter right out of each other’s chests.
Zhou Mi slurred something, possibly not actually in a language that existed. But it made Kyuhyun smile anyway. Two more days.
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Prompt: qmi~ winter Olympics~ either both kyu and mi are competing figure skaters or kyu is a snowboarder and mi is a figure skater. they watch each other through the competition (fluff: they fall for each other or smut: they are fucking between rounds)
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The thing about the games was that even if it was outside of their skill set, they were still interested in what was going on in other areas. When Kyuhyun wasn’t confined to the mountain, he was down in the village and watching other events. That was the fun of it, getting to see more than just one thing, not being there wholly competing for themselves.
There was some buzz about the men’s figure skating, and South Korea had a good shot they said. Kyuhyun’s interest in figure skating grew or faded depending on whether he was watching or not, but he allowed himself to be dragged into the seats reserved for the competitors. It was half over by the time they got there, but they still settled and anticipated, and Kyuhyun winced as a skater went down hard after a jump. He knew what it felt like to fall, but he wasn’t usually on ice.
The next competitor was announced. China. Zhou Mi. It was a name he recalled vaguely, and he took stock of the black and gold outfit Zhou Mi wore. Flashy, but not too flashy. He looked like a stick, really, and he imagined if Zhou Mi fell, it’d look like a giraffe sprawling on the ice.
But he didn’t fall. His jumps were tight, landings solid. All that leg, he created dramatic lines on the ice. Kyuhyun watched to the last, when Zhou Mi’s arm went up, his chest heaving. And he glanced up at the large screen, only to see a smile flash across Zhou Mi’s face.
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“Cho Kyuhyun. He’s a snowboarder.”
Connections, they were wonderful things. Kyuhyun stood, trying hard not to clench his teeth or his hands as he was introduced to Zhou Mi. He looked freshly showered, dressed in a team China coat, and his eyes went wide, focusing on Kyuhyun.
“Oh, I know your name! I saw you compete two days ago,” Zhou Mi said, laughing, his Korean very good. “Though I wouldn’t have recognized you without your coat and goggles. You edged China out of the running.”
The way it was said was rather sly, and it made Kyuhyun grin.
“If you keep skating like you did tonight, you might edge out South Korea, so we’re even.”
What Zhou Mi showed him was approval, and he stepped closer as people filed around them. His words were caught somewhere in his throat as he wondered what to say. He’d already complimented Zhou Mi’s skating, and doing that again would be too much.
“Have you eaten? I think my nerves will finally let me,” Zhou Mi said, snatching the opportunity before Kyuhyun could.
And he babbled out some kind of agreement, abandoned by the person who’d introduced them.
“Just being here feels like a dream,” Zhou Mi said, huddled together after their meal. “Practices, competitions, injuries, and finally here.”
“If you don’t medal?” Kyuhyun asked. Though he suspected Zhou Mi would.
“I know I tried,” Zhou Mi said, and his smile was somehow secure in that.
Kyuhyun envied it.
“Will you come watch me again?”
“I’ll try,” Zhou Mi promised. “Will you?”
The touch of Zhou Mi’s hand was muffled through their gloves, but Kyuhyun’s face flushed because of it.
When he agreed, Zhou Mi smiled, and that was all Kyuhyun wanted.
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Prompt: Hihi! For your fic Company Time could you write Zhou Mi asking Heechul's opinion of Kyuhyun after meeting him? I reread it recently and was wondering if he thought Kyu was "hotter than the sun" like he said before. If it's been too long you can ignore...Thanksss
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“So?”
All he got back was a stare as he tried to press for information. All Zhou Mi wanted was an opinion. It wasn’t because he had none himself, but Heechul knew him - even if his knowledge of who Zhou Mi was attracted to was new.
“He’s into you, but that’s not a surprise,” Heechul said, and Zhou Mi nearly scowled. He wasn’t there to have Heechul try to compliment him and make him feel better.
“I think he’ll really listen,” Zhou Mi said.
“That’s good. If you can’t be honest with him, then you’re not being fair to either of you.”
Zhou Mi nodded, the weight of it still settling on him. They couldn’t just pretend, not talk, make out. They couldn’t. It was trust, sharing the biggest part of himself that he could imagine, but it had to be worth it. It wasn’t Kyuhyun’s face that made it worth it, or his mouth. Somehow, it was the wary look in his eyes that made it seem like it would all be worth it.
“But he is good looking, right?”
Zhou Mi couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t exactly talk to Kyuhyun about how attractive Zhou Mi found him, and there was no one else who knew.
“He’s not so much my type,” Heechul drawled, and laughed when Zhou Mi smacked at him. “Yeah, you did good. You look good together. Now don’t let go. I don’t think you have enough money to buy a yacht.”
And Zhou Mi was content to let it drop, at least until Heechul mused, “And if he drops you, he’s a fool. But he’s not your only shot.”
Zhou Mi twisted his fingers together, shifting as he agreed. He knew it. But that didn’t make it feel less important, or less terrifying.
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Prompt: hi! um qmi time-travelling AU, angst? sankyuuu <3
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Kyuhyun wondered if it would have been as easy for him to adjust to two hundred years earlier as Zhou Mi had adjusted to two hundred years later. New technology, new everything. There were no horses to ride, no fires to build, and things were easier but yet so much more complicated. And there was better medicine, so there was that.
Zhou Mi, with his neatly shorn hair, and his carefully buttoned shirt, waiting for Kyuhyun. He would go back, and he would join his own time, and all Kyuhyun would know was what was written about him - if there ever was anything written about him.
“The consequences if I don’t go back-“
All of history could be changed. There were things that Zhou Mi needed to accomplish.
And Kyuhyun wished he could bend without breaking when Zhou Mi pressed his cheek against Kyuhyun’s.
“If you do find a way,” Kyuhyun choked out.
“I find it so peculiar that I would be brought here if there was no point in it. I… I hope it was not just to meet you, Kuixian.”
That was when he bent, squeezing Zhou Mi’s ribs between his arms and barely keeping his breath from hitching as Zhou Mi hugged him even tighter.
And he had to hold his breath, not saying the things he wanted to for fear it would make Zhou Mi try what he should not. And he watched Zhou Mi prick a fingertip, smear the blood on the charmed cloth.
And he met Kyuhyun’s eyes one last time before he disappeared.
It was as though he had never been there. And to everyone else, he never had been.
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Prompt: qmi - fox
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Kyuhyun hummed, his fingers sliding into thick fur, along warm body. He stroked along it, pleased by the richness of it, at least until he woke up. He had no furs on his bed, but it had been no fur in his hand. And there was only moonlight as he squinted as he made out the lines of a sleeping animal.
Not just any animal - a fox. A fox that reeked of alcohol as it barely stirred and slept. Kyuhyun didn’t fear being bit so much as he feared waking the fox. They could be fickle, or helpful, or sometimes dangerous. But Kyuhyun smoothed his hand down the fur and pulled the blankets up over them both. To let a fox spirit sleep in his bed, he might show himself worthy of something.
That, and he was too tired to think of what else could be done.
But it was not a fox that Kyuhyun woke to before the sun rose, but a man dressed to study, a man whose eyes opened calm and somehow sly.
“What is your name?” the fox spirit asked, reclined as though he owned the bed and not Kyuhyun.
“Kyuhyun. Do you…?”
“I have a name. Zhou Mi, I’ve been called,” he said, lips curving. “You let me sleep here. You did not try to kill me.”
Kyuhyun’s eyebrows rose. “You didn’t try to kill me.”
“Your bed looked as fine as any. And you weren’t snoring.”
“And you were drunk?” Kyuhyun ventured.
Zhou Mi grinned, inclining his head as though to accept that. “You wine was good enough. But now, I go, before the sun.”
“Return tonight,” Kyuhyun blurted. “I have wine. Maybe not so fine as you have known, but-“
Even if it was as a fox, having someone sitting across from him would be welcome. Someone who spoke, someone who smiled.
Kyuhyun watched as Zhou Mi’s head tilted.
“Perhaps,” Zhou Mi said.
Kyuhyun made for the fire, wanting something warm to start his day. Perhaps Zhou Mi would want something as well. But when Kyuhyun turned back, Zhou Mi was gone.
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When Zhou Mi walked through his door, as a man and not a fox, Kyuhyun began to second-guess his choices. His life was humble enough, was uncertain enough, that inviting danger into it seemed unwise.
But he could hardly bar the door and deny a fox spirit he’d invited back. And as he said, the wine he had was not highest quality, but it didn’t taste of vinegar and Zhou Mi drank it without complaint.
“Do you have other fires waiting for you?” Kyuhyun wondered, after they had relaxed in silence for several minutes.
And Zhou Mi’s lips twisted. Maybe it was a smile, or maybe it wasn’t, but Kyuhyun wondered at it just the same.
“No fires this night. I usually make make own. But here I have wine, so I am content. And a bed?”
It took him a moment before Kyuhyun could reply. “Yes, of course.”
Yes, of course fox spirit could drink his wine and share his bed. A fox spirit dressed in much finer clothes - and one that was gone when Kyuhyun woke.
“Search beneath your tools. Perhaps the wine will be sweeter,” Zhou Mi had whispered before Kyuhyun had slept.
There was nothing there but dirt, hard packed from years of being undisturbed. But Zhou Mi told him to, so he brushed away dust, and ran his fingers over the earth. His eyebrows tightened when his hand brushed something round, a ring affixed to something, hidden below the first layer of dirt. It was a box no bigger than his hand, and it came loose from the soil only with persuasion.
Within it, money, more than Kyuhyun had ever seen even with the box being so small. It stole the air from his lungs as he wondered how Zhou Mi had know, who had put it there, how-
Perhaps it had been Zhou Mi himself, and Kyuhyun had amused him.
“I did as you said,” Kyuhyun said, when Zhou Mi was seated by his fire again.
The wine they drank was sweeter, and it loosened his tongue, speaking of his life as Zhou Mi listened, nodding, humming at times, and mailing when Kyuhyun laughed.
Zhou Mi in turn spoke of lands Kyuhyun had never heard of, fertile valleys and tall mountains, rivers almost too wide to see across. They drank to their content, and Kyuhyun leaned against Zhou Mi’s shoulder without fear.
“You’ll come back?” Kyuhyun prompted, when all was dark, and the bed held both of them. He could not feel Zhou Mi breathing as he had when they had been sat beside each other, but Kyuhyun could still hear him.
“If the wine is sweet enough,” Zhou Mi said.
It was not a promise. But it was close enough.
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Zhou Mi did not appear to him as a fox again, only as a man. He came when it amused him, night by night to share wine at Kyuhyun’s fire. The wine had relaxed him so he could sleep in years previous, but he found that he slept best with less wine, and Zhou Mi breathing deeply in the bed he had made nicer for them. Zhou Mi was sly with his hints, nudging Kyuhyun’s business decisions until he left behind his small house and purchased a larger one, until Zhou Mi could have had a room of his own, servants to wait on him. And yet, Zhou Mi denied all of those in favor of sitting at Kyuhyun’s side and telling him stories. Sometime he sang, as though he sang to the fire, and the flames danced to hear his voice. In the summer, the air was sweeter, and in the winter warmer, when Zhou Mi was close. Zhou Mi was his confidant, his drinking companion, closer to him than he could have imagined a being like Zhou Mi. Kyuhyun did not speak of him to the friends of his youth, keeping that secret tucked away in his tunic against his heart.
Kyuhyun’s house was sound, his fields abundant, the coin he gave to those who needed it free. Losing all of that meant little to him, but the thought of there being a possibility of Zhou Mi’s last appearance made his throat tighten. It was possible he would drive Zhou Mi away to speak of it. But to say nothing was almost to guarantee it. Words had more power than they were given credit for, and silence said so many things - something Kyuhyun was not willing to let speak for him.
“With the wealth you have acquired, you could have any wife you wanted. A matchmaker would be hard pressed to overlook you,” Zhou Mi said, smiling as he toasted Kyuhyun with the finest goblet that Kyuhyun had been able to find for him.
“It isn’t a wife I want,” Kyuhyun told him.
“Then more wealth? Some men hold it more dear than a lover’s touch, though it does not seem to suit you.”
But Kyuhyun shook his head again. “It isn’t wealth I need. The money you have brought has eased my life, and the wine we share finer. But I would give my riches away and drink the most bitter of wines, if I could be assured of one thing.”
Zhou Mi’s eyebrows rose, and he leaned forward, eager. “Tell me what is more important to you than mate and home and vice.”
“I would have there be no day that you did not appear before me, and no night you did not sleep beside me. I think even without the wine, I would sleep satisfied to know you were near.”
Foxes were not known to stay. They came and went as they pleased, finding humans that amused them, or that amused them to meddle with. When Kyuhyun woke all those mornings alone, wondering if that would be the last time, or the beginning of the rest of time perhaps. If every morning would begin as the last had, only without the benefit of a companion. If he would grow old and alone, with only his wine and a sour stomach to pass him into sleep.
“Peculiar,” Zhou Mi said, his head tilting. But he did not immediately dismiss Kyuhyun’s request. “Would you believe a vow a fox would give?”
“You have told me the truth before.”
“But it was a truth I had created,” Zhou Mi laughed. “I can’t give you the promises you seek.”
Kyuhyun was disappointed but not surprised, and he did not press Zhou Mi on the subject. His breath held after the sun set the next night, until he heard Zhou Mi whistling in the hall on his way to Kyuhyun’s room.
The wine was readied, but Zhou Mi did not sit, or reach for a goblet. He strolled the room in his fine clothes, his long fingers clenching into fists and releasing. All Kyuhyun could do was stay still as Zhou Mi peered into the night, closing the shutter and retracing his steps until he turned, and stood behind Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun could feel him there, looming, like the heaviest of shadows.
“What is it that caused you to make that request?” Zhou Mi asked, his breath warm and stirring the hair at the back of Kyuhyun’s head. “Was it gratitude for these fine things?”
Kyuhyun shook his head. “Something much more unwise than that.”
“Foxes are too fleeting for such things,” Zhou Mi nearly whispered, so close as to feel Kyuhyun’s shiver.
“The sun comes and goes, but the plants still strain toward it while it is there.” And Kyuhyun swallowed, barely keeping himself from swaying back just to feel, to be sure Zhou Mi was there. “I don’t ask for promises.”
“You would get none.”
And yet Zhou Mi’s hand pressed to Kyuhyun’s belly, his cheek against Kyuhyun’s neck. Kyuhyun keened as he pressed back fully against Zhou Mi’s warmth. He covered Zhou Mi’s hand, and he breathed in time with him. There would be no wine that night, or the next. Zhou Mi’s eyes were not less sly, or his touches gentle. His jokes were a little too loud, and kisses too eager, and Kyuhyun was hungry for it all. Zhou Mi did speak the words that he thought that Kyuhyun would not hear, one night, a year, or five, or ten later. Words that spoke of his reluctance to promise, of his need to stay.
“Humans are too fleeting,” Zhou Mi breathed.
One human life and that of a fox were incomparable. Yet it was not a hill Kyuhyun thought they could not climb, if given opportunity. Still Zhou Mi did not go, and Kyuhyun would not ask it of him. They were in the strongest years, the height of the sun in its orbit. But the sun above them rose and set, and he reached toward Zhou Mi’s smile as they took all that time would give them.
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Prompt: Hi I've never requested anything before, but I've always loved reading your drabbles. Is it ok if I ask for one where Kyu is being concerned and worried over Mi's recent voice inflammation? Thanks in advance!
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“Hi!” Zhou Mi mouthed at him, smile determined as he let Kyuhyun into the apartment.
“You look comfortable,” Kyuhyun teased him, taking in the pajamas Zhou Mi was still wearing in mid-afternoon. Though, as though Kyuhyun could talk because he still would’ve been in his if people didn’t frown on him walking around like that.
But he held up his spoils, several kinds of tea, a container of jelly-like stuff that had lemon pieces floating in it. He’d helped his mom put that together. He’d measured the water, anyway. Zhou Mi made all kinds of dramatic interested faces, staring into the jelly and jiggling it.
“You can put some of that in water,” Kyuhyun said, answering before Zhou Mi could talk. Every measure of his voice had to been protected right then.
Zhou Mi nodded at him, setting it down and going for a mug.
“I can do it,” Kyuhyun said, and they struggled over the spoon. At least until he saw the bandage on the back of Zhou Mi’s hand from the IV, and then he backed off.
He watched as Zhou Mi stirred, added heated water, and he talked about anything to fill the silence as the mixture cooled. But Zhou Mi’s lips curved in satisfaction as he took his first sip, and Kyuhyun sighed in relief.
And when Zhou Mi held out his arm, Kyuhyun sat against him on the couch, legs tangled on the footrest as the TV burbled. Zhou Mi drank, and Kyuhyun took in his presence. He laughed at the Tv, leaning his head against Zhou Mi’s as he huffed along as well. And he hoped that was the best medicine.
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Prompt: qmi - magician
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The parties were the most fun, at least until the sugar crash had started. But by the time that happened, Zhou Mi was usually packing up to leave anyway. He wasn’t a clown, didn’t wear face paint, and couldn’t twist balloon animals. But he could produce flowers, and pretty scarves and stuffed animals, make coins appear out of little ears, and make a child disappear completely.
Or at least, to the children it seemed that way.
The hospitals were satisfying in a deeper way, because he was bringing a bright spot to the lives of people who needed something like that. Not just the kids, but the parents as well. For a few minutes, they got to take a break from worry as he moved little cups around and made the children gasp when their guess was correct. He shuffled cards, and made it seem like he was the most magical of all when he chose the right one. He walked the halls in a full suit with long coattails, a hat tucked under one arm and magic wand rattling inside of it. He left gifts of stickers and coloring books, little magic sets and smiles.
He did it for free, but that didn’t mean he didn’t earn something from it.
In terms of money, the parties brought in the majority, with some donations when he set up a table on the street during tourist season. He didn’t try to scam, just delight. They got a free sticker - always free - and some of them left coins or bills in his spare hat. Some days it brought more than others, and most days he used that money to buy himself food on his way home. But he had fun doing it, interacting and chatting with people from all over the world. That was why he did what he did, the people. He would have been so lonely hunched over a keyboard. He got to perform and experiment. And it was doing that that got him a slot in a club who needed an act on short notice. A man named Youngwoon noticed him, and asked him if he did events.
“I do parties,” Zhou Mi said, his head tilting.
And Youngwoon grinned, a handsome face. “Kids or adults? My crowd’s on the more sophisticated side, but you seem pretty smooth.”
“Adults enjoy my shows, too,” Zhou Mi said, and he stood tall instead of leaning against the table. It was suddenly an interview.
“I have thirty minutes to fill, and whatever part of that you can fill is great.”
And Youngwoon named a figure that had Zhou Mi’s eyebrows raising.
“When?”
“Tonight.”
Short notice, but he’d had worse, and his lips twitched as he held out his hand.
“Then you can let them know The Gentleman will be there.”
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It was his finale, bringing any of the lovely ladies on stage and having them inspect the top hat he had. It was empty, and solid, and perfectly ready.
“What would you like?” Zhou Mi asked her, having noted what was on her table already.
“I wouldn’t say no to another glass of wine,” she said, and the audience laughed with her.
So he pretended to think, and then nodded, and felt around in the hat she still held as though searching for something. And he searched. And he searched. And then he gasped, and pulled up until-
A very nice bottle of merlot was pulled up out of the hat.
She gaped at him, staring down into the hat as the crowd began to applaud and cheer.
“Perhaps the bartenders would oblige you. Thank you,” he said, and bowed to her, offering her the bottle in exchange for the hat.
She walked off the stage, flustered and pleased, and he bowed to the audience as well, sweeping his arm against his stomach and wiggling his coattails as he picked up his table and walked right offstage to everyone’s amusement.
Youngwoon caught him almost immediately, clapping him on the shoulder.
“You had them mesmerized. That was great.”
“Thank you. They were a great crowd,” Zhou Mi said, and meant it.
“Stay a while, will you? I need to introduce the next act, but I’d like to see if you’d be willing to come back. And I’d like to buy you a drink for helping me out tonight.”
Zhou Mi agreed, pleased with how the evening had gone.
The two at the bar were an effortless team, weaving past each other and trading bottles. He watched them work and thought that was magic of their own. It took only moments for the woman - her name tag read Victoria - to push a napkin in front of him.
“What’ll you have, Mr. Gentleman?”
He laughed, and she grinned at him. “I can’t decide. Any thoughts? Nothing too sweet, but smooth.”
She thought a moment, nodding. “I think I know. I’ll be right back.”
“Whats the gentleman having?” her partner asked, looking over her shoulder as she scooped something mysterious into a shaker.
“What I’m giving him,” Victoria quipped. But to Zhou Mi she said, “This is Sungmin. We’re grateful because we got to watch almost all of your show. No one got thirsty during that.”
“Hopefully they had a taste for wine after?” Zhou Mi teased.
“Always,” Sungmin said, and sidled over to start making a drink for another customer.
Victoria gave him a pretty glass that held pale pink liquid. He didn’t pause as he lifted it, sipping. Not too sweet, smooth.
“What’s in it?” he asked, and she shook her finger at him.
Ah, a secret.
“The boss keeps a table free there by the wall,” Victoria said, pointing him to it. “Kyuhyun’s on next, and I bet you’ll enjoy him.”
“I hope so,” he said, and toasted her with his glass as he made his way toward the table. A few people recognized him, and he stopped to chat, trading smiles and giving his thanks at the compliments. But at the table, he was alone, and no one bother shim as the stage was being set. A music act, from the keyboard that had been set up, a microphone not new and not old set up toward the middle.
Zhou Mi sipped his drink, and it was only a minute before Youngwoon came out.
“I know we’ve entertained you,” Youngwoon said, and nodded his thanks toward Zhou Mi. “But the man most of you have been waiting for. Kyuhyun.”
Just a first name. Zhou Mi wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but the man with the stick-straight black hair and dark gray suit wasn’t it. He held the mic stand, said a few words of greeting that Zhou Mi didn’t really catch as he took in the pocket square and artful fringe.
But Kyuhyun started singing first, his voice low and quiet, almost causing the room to inhale and lean in to catch his words and his voice. It grew louder, gentle chords on the keyboard punctuating his beats, his lines. Smoother than his drink, that voice, but nowhere near sweet. If he hadn’t been making half the eyes in the crowd damp from the longing of love, Zhou Mi might’ve called that voice downright dirty.
Youngwoon joined him two songs in, and they chafed a bit, schedules, ideas. But most of Zhou Mi’s attention was on the stage, watching how Kyuhyun worked the crowd, seamlessly changing form something sad and slow to something a bit more upbeat.
“He’s our prime time, as you can tell,” Youngwoon said. “He draws a lot of people here. I’ll introduce you after. Everyone knows it’s almost time to close when Kyuhyun’s on stage.”
Yes, he could see the bar was starting to close down as well, cleaning up and stragglers sent away with water and a last smile. The club would stay open to allow the patrons to linger over wine, even after Kyuhyun stepped away to thunderous applause and the man at the keyboard swung into something quiet but jazzy. Youngwoon got up to wander, shaking hands and talking to patrons after. Zhou Mi was content to watch, since he knew he had nowhere urgent to get to. Youngwoon returned, though, keeping an eye on things.
“All set, boss,” Sungmin said, as he and Victoria joined them at the table.
“Good night?”
“Good night,” Sungmin confirmed.
“Good. I imagine we’ll have more of those, when we nail down a couple more nights for Zhou Mi to come back. Everyone I spoke to enjoyed it.”
They toasted their water glasses to him, and he laughed, waving them off. And that was when Kyuhyun appeared. Youngwoon stood, and Zhou Mi with him as Youngwoon introduced them.
Kyuhyun reached for his hand, and Zhou Mi took it, pleased by the firmness of his grip and the size of his hand. And the moment Kyuhyun let go, he conjured a rose, holding it out for Kyuhyun’s astonished eyes.
“For a good show,” Zhou Mi said.
“How did you do that?”
“Magic,” Zhou Mi said, and took his own seat.
“I guess he worked for that flower,” Victoria said.
“You can have mine,” Kyuhyun said, and handed it to her.
Which was just as well, since Zhou Mi didn’t have any more.
“But no really, how…?”
“Trade secrets,” Sungmin suggested.
“Magic, he said,” Victoria said, elbowing him and sniffing the rose.
“Having someone a bit more lively before Kyuhyun is a good thing,” Youngwoon said, taking them all out from their joking.
“It’s sad when they’re all asleep by the end of the first song,” Kyuhyun said, catching Zhou Mi’s eye and grinning.
They were all grinning, Sungmin and Victoria more tired than the rest of them since they’d been working the bar, but it was a pleasure to sit there as part of something that almost felt like a team. He knew he’d be back, if they could get days ironed down. Not like many weekend nights he was busy with parties, and the money would be welcome. But Kyuhyun was looking at him peculiarly, and that was even before he brought out his phone with its colorful cartoon cover to show them pictures of where he performed on the street.
“You’re different than you are on stage,” Kyuhyun said, one hand fitting with a water bottle.
And Zhou Mi tilted his head. “Oh?”
“Yeah. You seem really composed up there, sly. More free, I guess? Talkative, animated.”
If Kyuhyun could have said anything that would have complimented him more, Zhou Mi couldn’t think of it.
“It’s a persona, The Gentleman,” Zhou Mi confirmed. “Each situation calls for something a little different. But yeah, some people tell me I’m a bit too loud.”
“Not too loud,” Kyuhyun corrected. “Just different.”
He’d take, all of him, right down to the way Kyuhyun’s lashes dipped and the way he grinned a moment later at Youngwoon.
“We should get your number so you can join us when you’re not working,” Victoria said.
And Zhou Mi smiled at that, finally ready to tell his secret. “Kyuhyun has it if you need it.”
Everyone’s heads swiveled toward Kyuhyun as though he was holding out on them, and he hook his head. “No, I don’t?”
“Suit pocket,” Zhou Mi said, tapping his own chest.
Kyuhyun frowned, but reached into his jacket anyway, feeling in the pocket until his eyes widened. What he emerged with was a card with a top hat and magic wand on it, a printed number and a handwritten one. And a message - “Call me.”
Kyuhyun was still bewildered as people started laughing, and then he flushed which made them laugh even harder. Not Zhou Mi, though, sitting, smiling with his eyes. Not so much laughing at Kyuhyun as it was an offer.
Much like Kyuhyun saw more to Zhou Mi than a persona on the stage, he wanted to know more about Kyuhyun than the singer with the lovely voice. He could conjure roses, and pretend a surprise coin was magic, but people were something different. Part of each of them was an act, but the grin they shared was entirely real.
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Prompt: Hi! Can I request a fic where Kyu is whining about Mi asking Heechul to be the first guest on ITC and not himself? Thanks in advance ^^
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“So what rank am I exactly?”
“What?” Zhou Mi asked, playing dumb.
“Is Victoria before me, or after me?” Kyuhyun insisted, poking at Zhou Mi’s side.
Okay, so there he had to be careful since Kyuhyun had went a bit wide-eyed.
“Would I put someone out of the group first?” he said sweetly, and Kyuhyun laughed at him outright.
“I’m going to tell terrible stories about you!”
They stared at each other. “Is that going to persuade me?”
Okay, so it wasn’t like it was a secret that he’d be there eventually anyway, but Kyuhyun’s grin just got wider.
Or, it did, until Zhou Mi pointed out, “We’ll have to brush up on your Mandarin.”
“Hey!”
“And you’ll have to prepare a song, because they’re going to want to hear you.”
“Just me!”
Zhou Mi sniffed. “Maybe I’ll sing with you. I mean, they hear a lot of my voice anyway but one more song won’t hurt.”
“Maybe we can do a song in Mandarin instead?” Kyuhyun suggested, hopeful.
But at the very least he’d let go of the fact that he hadn’t been first on the show. He was pretty sure Kyuhyun knew his place in Zhou Mi’s heart.
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Prompt: Some smut from All That I Am verse? QMi get a bit kinky? /showers you with love smut
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“The shades are open!” Zhou Mi barked, grabbing at his pants as Kyuhyun tried to pull them down again.
“And we’re on the top floor? Who’s going to see? A pigeon?” Kyuhyun asked, wrenching the cloth from Zhou Mi’s grip. “Besides, I’ll be behind you.”
And if Zhou Mi couldn’t hear the leer in that, he wasn’t trying hard enough. A few minutes earlier Zhou Mi had been writhing around in Kyuhyun’s lap with his pants open. Of course, the office door was locked against intruders. There was just something extra naughty about bending Zhou Mi over his desk - extra naughty in that he sometimes daydreamed about it when he was supposed to be working, too.
Though considering he was supposed to be driving him to distraction, instead of moaning because Kyuhyun was slipping into him, Zhou Mi was making humming noises over Kyuhyun’s calendar.
“So you’re free for lunch tomorrow?”
“Zhou Mi!”
And Zhou Mi gave the cockiest, mod ridiculous grin over his shoulder. “Oh. That feels good, too.”
He was going to show him what felt good. He could see the pull of Zhou Mi’s dress shirt across his shoulders, the strength of his neck, his braced hands as Kyuhyun held Zhou Mi’s hips. That was what he wanted, those little grunts as Zhou Mi reacted to each movement of his hips. The sexy way his back arched and the frown as he turned his head to pant back at Kyuhyun.
“Still only good?” Kyuhyun bit out, groping at Zhou Mi’s thighs and stroking at him with a rhythm that sometimes matched his hips.
“Not only,” Zhou Mi said, and let out a gagged moan that thrilled Kyuhyun. “Maybe the best.”
At that point, he didn’t care where they were, who could see. He had Zhou Mi on his desk, all to himself, and he felt so good that Kyuhyun struggled not to just race and end it all.
Though if Zhou Mi kept sounding like that-
He knew exactly what to do to get Kyuhyun off. He couldn’t just block his ears, and Zhou Mi was begging.
But it was “Kyuhyun!” pleading from Zhou Mi’s mouth that got him in the end, groaning at Zhou Mi’s back as he pressed hard against him.
“You too, you too,” Kyuhyun hissed, and didn’t let up until Zhou Mi came. A mess they’d have to take care of under the desk, but that was a small price to pay.
He collapsed back in his chair and had a nice view for about five seconds until Zhou Mi realized his screen was gone, and then the pants shot up.
“Next time, windows closed,” Zhou Mi demanded, hair all ruffled and pants clutched together. He looked perfect.
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Prompt: fluffy smutty qmi? smut
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“Your majesty.”
The bow was utterly elegant, a genteel arm and bowed head glistening with gold. And Kyuhyun’s lips twitched, making his own bow, a little exaggerated as he kept his eyes on Zhou Mi’s.
“Your majesty,” Kyuhyun said, voice a bit husky as he talked. And it showed in the way that Zhou Mi’s jaw sagged, before he reached for Kyuhyun. It wasn’t a time for the court, for crowns, for the image they showed to their council, to servants, to their subjects. It was a night for them.
And Zhou Mi kissed like he bowed, a press of lips that felt so natural against his, urgent kisses, his hands on Kyuhyun’s back guiding him closer. That was everything he’d expected from Zhou Mi, from the first time he’d caught Zhou Mi looking at his mouth and the little grin that followed. That Zhou Mi’s kisses would be lavish and giving, stealing his breath and stoking his desire.
He breathed as Zhou Mi kissed him again, looking down between them as Zhou Mi tugged the belt of his tunic free. And when Zhou Mi’s fingers traced down, parting the fabric, his eyes darted between Kyuhyun’s chest and Kyuhyun’s eyes, a secret smile on his face like he was opening a gift.
It wasn’t as though it hadn’t been offered before, but the first time as equals.
He wasn’t so slow, or so patient to bare Zhou Mi, grasping at cloth and sucking at Zhou Mi’s wide bottom lip. One step closer as he made Zhou MI whimper, pulling the tie from Zhou MI’s hair and letting it run free through his fingers.
All he’d wanted, he finally had. The year of fighting, the endless months of separation, returning to find Zhou Mi sitting in his room with his eyes lit by the roaring fire - his whole focus on Kyuhyun. He’d been fearless and it was his belief that had them there, that allowed Kyuhyun to plant his hands on Zhou MI’s collarbones and push him back on the bed they would share. Zhou Mi was everything, laughing,flushed, gripping Kyuhyun’s hips and moaning into his kisses. They shifted together, and they wanted.
There had been a dozen other people Kyuhyun’s father had wanted for Kyuhyun. But none who looked at him like Zhou Mi did, an arm around Kyuhyun’s neck, eyes dark with desire as Kyuhyun pressed into him. It had been a month..more? Too long since he’d watched Zhou Mi’s throat convulse, heard him sigh, or the dirty little chuckles when Kyuhyun teased, and Zhou Mi promised, “Next time.”
It was nearly a threat, and Kyuhyun welcomed it. They traded kisses, breathes, touches, and he stroked Zhou Mi’s thighs, his belly, reveling in how good Zhou Mi felt around him, how eager he was.
“Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi moaned for him, and he felt like a deity and not just a ruler, the one person who could bring that desperation to Zhou Mi’s face, to hold him as he gasped and held Kyuhyun tight. And when he lost himself to Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi cradled him, pressing kisses to his temple and cheekbones.
He wasn’t going to let Zhou Mi go, not again, not ever.
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Prompt: Can I request a Qmi fluff about Kyu complaining to Zhou Mi that his lyrics to Swing is too hard? Then Kyu making fun of Mi when they are practicing the Korean version? Thanks so much <3
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“Couldn’t you have made it less…twisty?”
“What, like all the same syllable?” Zhou Mi teased, pausing as though to think about it. “Sure, we could all sing “mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi” but everyone would think I was really vain.”
Kyuhyun snorted. “You are-“
And he would’ve finished that sentence except that Zhou Mi was swatting at him.
“Maybe you just write it so you can see me struggle.”
“Maybe,” Zhou Mi agreed, all lofty. Though, at least he did actually help instead of just…laughing at him. But that didn’t keep Kyuhyun from complaining more.
He felt like he deserved double over in laughter when they were rehearsing later, though.
“What was that word?” he gasped, and Zhou Mi made outraged faces at him, before defaulting to sad and pathetic as Kyuhyun parroted back at him.
“I was singing the lyrics!” Zhou Mi said. And lilted his way through his part until Kyuhyun was doubled over again.
“Vowels,” Zhou Mi said, kicking imaginary dirt at Kyuhyun.
“You!”
“Vowels! I’ve listened to it a hundred times, and that’s what it sounds like.”
It felt nice to be the instructor for a change. Though, sometimes he had to confess that Zhou Mi was a better student sometimes than he was.
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