[Fic] Making It - 1/1
Title: Making It
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: Up to NC-17
Warnings: some have smut in them
Summary: 24 various prompts from ask.fm
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Prompt: QMi pls based on this http://prectionhearts.tumblr.com/post/90916138501 ThanKyu ♡
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They lived in the middle of the city. It wasn’t like there were a lot of things he could do, but he tried to find them anyway. When Zhou Mi was being nitpicky about the rain, he was the one who flagged down a cab.
Zhou Mi mopped his arm up with a napkin forever in his pocket. His hero.
When Zhou Mi’s lip curled back at the vacuum cleaner, Kyuhyun tied a cloth over his mouth like he was about to rustle cattle, turned on the music until the neighbors could hear it blaring, and danced in increasingly erratic patters as the vacuum shouted along with the music.
Zhou Mi laughed at him the whole time while holding his ears.
And Zhou Mi stared down a spider on the floor, frozen in some kind of a duel of survival. He had those big paddle feet, some ridiculous number of times bigger than the poor little-
He didn’t dare express sympathy out loud lest Zhou Mi look at him with indignation. It wasn’t as bad as the flapping that happened when it was actually on Zhou Mi. But he could actually feel Zhou Mi relax when Kyuhyun whacked at the thing with a shoe, and the KO’d spider went swirling down the toilet.
“I’ll pick up the tab for dinner tonight,” Zhou Mi said, after he’d hauled Kyuhyun for a smacking kiss. He put his arms around Zhou Mi’s neck and asked for another kiss. Well, if he insisted, Kyuhyun wouldn’t argue.
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Prompt: Qmi wake up in bed together after a drunken night, and try to recall what happened.
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The sheets were all crinkly and Kyuhyun turned his nose up at them. He had nicer sheets at home. He didn’t know why he wasn’t at home, actually, with a pulsing pain in his forehead. And naked.
He didn’t yelp or bellow when he saw Zhou Mi beside him when he rolled over. It wasn’t like he was a stranger, and Zhou Mi was all sprawled and unconscious.
“Hey,” he hissed, jabbing at Zhou Mi’s armpit.
Zhou Mi jolted, and then groaned, opening his eyes like light was poisonous and swiveling until he fixed on Kyuhyun’s face. “Ugh?”
“I’m not that ugly,” Kyuhyun protested, and Zhou Mi gurgled.
“Why…What time?”
“Hotel room. Eleven in the morning. I think. No, it’s bright outside. Why…”
There were bottles of soju, bottles of beer, tiny little mini bottles of liquor. There were also clothes strewn. A pair of boxer briefs were hanging on the drawer pull - not his - but that was definitely his striped shirt hanging off of Zhou Mi’s side of the bed. A quick flip of the sheet and Zhou Mi’s squawk confirmed they were both equally naked.
They’d been watching TV. He knew that. It had been a drinking game. He remembered being slammed into the wall. Though he didn’t know if that was because he couldn’t stand up or- His hand flew to his lips, taking stock of every ache that wasn’t the pulsing in his skull.
“Did we…” he breathed. Naked. Bed. Drinking. They could have. He couldn’t discount it. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before. And he couldn’t even say it. “Did we…make out last night?”
Zhou Mi had at least gotten both eyes open, but only so he could goggle.
“What!” he asked, and Kyuhyun’s head shrieked with him. “Why would you ask that?”
“No clothes?” He actually felt..mostly clean and he watched Zhou Mi start to take stock of himself, actually running his hands down his body.
“Do you think we did?” Zhou Mi asked, having apparently not reached a satisfactory conclusion.
“I don’t know.”
“I hope not,” Zhou Mi said, and it was so emphatic that it actually kind of hurt. Maybe he wouldn’t have been Zhou Mi’s first choice, but- “If we made out I’d want to remember it.”
Oh. Well. That was different. And Zhou Mi looked stricken for a whole different reason when he realized what he’d said.
“You know what I mean,” Zhou Mi clarified, like there was some other way to take it.
“Yes,” Kyuhyun said, thinking hard. “Yes. I do. We should do that sometime.”
And in lieu of processing the sound Zhou Mi made, he sank his head back onto the pillow and tried to will a glass of water to fly to him.
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Prompt: Qmi~ just started dating recently and playing a game of “Never Have I Ever” with rest of SJ, and the others somehow managing to find out all the dirty/NSFW/sexy things Qmi has done throughout the course of the game, stuff no one would suspect of qmi
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“Never have I ever…” Donghae thought about it for a long time, longer than was really necessary until everyone started groaning and jeering. “Given a blow job.”
It was rushed, like it was the last thing he could think of, a little caught in the headlights as he started back at them. Everyone else sort of froze too, watching those who put their hands down and who drank. Kyuhyun avoided Zhou Mi’s eyes, as they both drank and got a chorus of oohs from around the room. It wasn’t like they were the only ones, just the only ones present and dating. Kyuhyun brought his hand down a little harder than necessary on Ryeowook’s and the game went on.
“Never have I ever had sex in public,” Hyukjae said, and Kyuhyun felt a tiny spark of rage.
Zhou Mi cleared his throat, and the oohs were even louder when they drank that time.
“Really?” Ryeowook wanted to know. “Together? Or…?”
“This isn’t truth or dare,” Kyuhyun snapped. “Next.”
“Never have I ever,” Sungmin said, and paused. Though it wasn’t like Donghae’s pause, fishing for something, anything. It was like he was just letting the drum roll for whatever thing he was waiting to get his suspicion answered. “Had sex while dressed in women’s clothes.”
They all paused. They all looked at each other. Zhou Mi stared back at him with wide eyes, going wider as Kyuhyun took a swig and the room all but exploded.
“It was once,” Kyuhyun muttered, not that anyone heard him, or anyone knew but Zhou Mi anyway. None of them were his friends. And he was most certainly never telling them what he had worn.
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Prompt: Qmi prompt: Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun have an on-again off-again relationship. Disagreements/fights about: language fluency, level of outness amoungst friends, random stuff
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The first time they broke up, it had been because they had doubted whether they were together to begin with. Or, at least one of them had.
“Our friends aren’t going to spread the word to the universe,” was Zhou Mi’s take on it, which was true enough. Zhou Mi knew his reservations about it, the years he’d spent conflicted and hiding it, and it wasn’t like it was some kind of ultimatum, just a fight where they’d both ended up shouting “Fine!” at each other and that was that. He wasn’t even sure if he could call it a break up so much as a standoff for three days, and most of that was because they had stubborn streaks a mile wide. He thought they’d both come back with more understanding, though Zhou Mi had been more conciliatory.
Fights weren’t aided when they really got heated, though, because Kyuhyun threw out big words and quick sentences and wasn’t always kind or patient while Zhou Mi tried muddling through to grab meaning out of it. It just raised his aggravation sky high, and Zhou Mi’s with it, until he was pretty sure Zhou Mi was cursing him out in every dialect known in China while Kyuhyun was throwing back unrelated insults and arguments that he was pretty sure Zhou Mi never actually heard as he stalked around and aggressively straightened things. It made it feel like he was arguing with himself as he bared his teeth and and Zhou Mi glowered at him with his hands on his hips.
Either they cooled off at that point, or started laughing at the complete absurdity of the situation.
“I thought I was going to end up with someone who spoke my first language,” Zhou Mi said once, pushing ice cream around in his bowl. Instead, he learned form dramas, from Kyuhyun, from work and friends. Only when Kyuhyun was being a real jerk did Zhou Mi not at least get most of what Kyuhyun was saying, and his accent went wacky when he was trying to talk louder which didn’t help when Kyuhyun wanted to laugh at a particularly bad butchering of a word.
It wasn’t like they always fought, either. Once they stopped “dating” for two weeks when everything was just… Kyuhyun had it, had too much, had not enough, he didn’t know, but he’d had it. He just wanted to sprawl in his bed and eat whatever he wanted without Zhou Mi nagging about the food he chose, and-
He’d never been more bored in his life.
“Are you just going to break up with me every time you don’t get your way?” Zhou Mi asked, not acting surprised in the least as he stood in a pair of ratty old shorts and ate cereal out of an ugly green bowl.
“Maybe,” Kyuhyun said, frowning when Zhou Mi snorted. No, not like Zhou Mi was just going to take him back because he was something to “do.” Not actually counting the whole doing part, because that had never been a problem. It was a good thing they didn’t actually move in together right away because not having a place to get away probably would have ended in desperate measures. The longest time apart in four years was that two weeks, and by that time everyone they knew that had a brain knew they were dating, and the last time they’d really broken up had been two years earlier.
Zhou Mi had kicked him right out of his apartment with an illogical “Go back to China!” which Kyuhyun still didn’t understand and something Zhou Mi had no explanation for. Kyuhyun didn’t think he’d ever told Zhou Mi that. But the breakup had lasted as long as it took for Kyuhyun to buy ice cream and get back to the apartment. They’d turned it into their catch phrase, joking “Go back to China!” when they forgot to pick up the dishes or they forgot to bring in the mail. They’d invested time and emotion and learning into each other.
“I was never an angry person,” Kyuhyun said, and smacked ZhouMi’s side when he snorted from where he was reading beside Kyuhyun in bed. “Hey, you shouted a lot, too!”
“I was trying to be equally unfair by throwing words at you you couldn’t understand,” Zhou Mi agreed. It wasn’t like they didn’t shout any more, or fight, but usually they could figure out how to get themselves out of the way to fix it.
“I mostly made fun of you,” Kyuhyun said, eyeing Zhou Mi to see how he took that.
He took it by knuckling Kyuhyun’s head and saying, “Go back to China.”
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Prompt: Qmi shower sex. all is going fantastic until the hot water runs out smut
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“Come on, come on,” Kyuhyun moaned, and tried to get a grip on Zhou Mi’s wet back. He was so close, Zhou Mi teasing him while washing his hair, sucking on his neck while he did his best to “wash” Zhou Mi’s chest. The loofah was who knew where, Zhou Mi stroking into him perfectly, hitting just right until he was gasping at the ceiling and trying not to slip. It had been so hot at first, the steam almost choking him as Zhou Mi gripped him tight.
“Kyuhyun, I-ahhhhhh!”
It was a manful shriek, is what it was. The water didn’t just taper out from hot to lukewarm to- Or maybe it did, and he’d been too busy trying to come. All he knew was one moment he felt overheated and on the edge, and the next second they were shrieking and trying to use each other as shields as they cringed away from the glacier spraying on them.
“Get it,” Zhou Mi sputtered. “Turn it off!”
They had to get the water turned off before it turned them off, dancing out of the shower that had stopped attacking them and scrubbing at their chilled skin.
They stared at each other for a a long moment.
“Bed,” Kyuhyun decided, and it was a race to see who got there first.
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Prompt: Qmi: Someone catches Kyuhyun reading Qmi fanfiction/Kyu makes the mistake of not clearing his internet history and Mi finds out about it (or Zhou Mi catches Kyu).
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He wasn’t sure why when he was reading that he couldn’t hear. His brain went into auto-pilot, answering questions and agreeing to do things before reverting right back to being immersed in whatever was in front of him. It was probably for that reason he grunted in agreement to…whatever it was Zhou Mi had said, before zoning back in.
His first clue was the breathing on his neck. The second was-
“I think they’re being overly generous regarding girth. Not by a whole lot, but I don’t think I’d make you cry.”
Kyuhyun wondered what a heart attack felt like. Maybe like the panic he experienced right then, bouncing up out of the seat and trying to wedge his entire body between Zhou Mi and the computer screen.
“It’s not-“
“What I think?” Zhou Mi finished for him. Jerk. Giant jerk.
“It’s interesting to see what they write,” Kyuhyun settled on, one of the excuses he’d formulated while worrying that one day someone would find out. And they had. And of course, it had to have been Zhou Mi and not someone he wasn’t reading about. He should’ve just- He had no idea.
“Was it good? Besides me making you cry. Or are there better ones?”
“Well,” he started, before realizing it was a trap, like he was going to lay out his favorite stories that he’d read and admit to doing so more than once. “Hey.”
And he tried to protest as Zhou Mi scooted him to the side, typing quickly and bring up a page.
“These ones are good,” Zhou Mi said.
He knew that name. That title.
“So you…”
“I do,” Zhou Mi said.
Well, and his brain was going to fall out any second. “So you…”
“The dirty ones are fun. I wonder how much is true?”
Kyuhyun sat, his limbs out of his control. Zhou Mi wondered. Zhou Mi wondered, and maybe wondered if he’d ever find out? Zhou Mi wasn’t laughing at him, and wasn’t offended, but talking about a fic they were featured in like it was about someone else was bending his mind. He lasted a good five minutes of interjecting his opinions on the story before the absurdity hit him and he howled between Zhou Mi’s back and the back of the couch. He was having an out of body experience, that was all he could come up with.
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Prompt: QMI This gif http://31.media.tumblr.com/95519dd7531342cc35a44ad10576bd6a/tumblr_n8i6a8O8Zt1qaw92zo3_500.gif and how Zhou Mi likes Kyuhyun's behind more because there is more to hold on to.
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It wasn’t like Kyuhyun couldn’t grip it, because he had, and he’d liked it. Zhou Mi despaired and hey, there were muscles and it was nice to hang on to when he got the chance. But even when Kyuhyun made note of that, pointing out that Zhou Mi’s backside was very nice, looked good in the tight pants he wore, was plenty for Kyuhyun to grab and get into, Zhou Mi had a different opinion.
He liked how Kyuhyun moved in his pants, the way he looked bent over, and how Zhou Mi could mold himself up against it, and the way Zhou Mi’s hands - and he had big hands - couldn’t quite contain Kyuhyun. It had more give, even with the muscles underneath, and Zhou Mi didn’t use the smooth as a baby’s bottom analogy but he had definitely made mention to that one time with the spanking and the handprint he’d left and his fascination with it. They couldn’t do that, Kyuhyun to him, he argued, there just wasn’t enough area. Though Kyuhyun argued right back because hey, he was the one seeing it and he could too leave a hand print if he wanted, and had Zhou Mi seriously ever pinched himself because it was better than just “okay.”
They were just going to have to agree to disagree. (But knowing they disagreed made them feel good all the same.)
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Prompt: Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi have had feelings for each other for a long time but mutually accept they cant be together. One night they have sex and kyuhyun is torn because its ~the best he's ever had~ and he cant help but to go back for more. smut
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It was the worst thing they could do, personally, professionally. He remembered how he learned of Zhou Mi’s feelings all too well, when someone had teased Zhou Mi that he was into Kyuhyun, and Zhou Mi had scoffed and laughed, and then looked at Kyuhyun with something like fear that he’d heard, that he’d thought that, too. And he’d betrayed it as the truth. Zhou Mi had damn near apologized for it, too, when they were alone, before Kyuhyun had stopped that in its entirety. It took several halting sentence before he’d admitted out loud that he’d maybe had a few thoughts like that. It wasn’t just that Zhou Mi was tall and striking, or that his laugh boomed and his eyes shone. There was safety there, a calm even inside of the giddy rush of feelings. He’d have never said he was in love, but he admitted to himself there was love there, for Zhou Mi as a person, as a coworker.
So they shook on it, and that was that. Closure. They could put it behind themselves. It was harder knowing it could’ve been possible, that because of mutual want, they could’ve-
It was just harder, but Kyuhyun did his best and tried not to daydream too much. And it carried them through for years, sweet closeness that no one would have questioned, feelings tempered and tender and buried. They changed, but didn’t go away, much as Kyuhyun would have liked.
It was throwing caution to the wind, Zhou Mi in a towel, shirtless and damp and Kyuhyun felt the rush of heat and stir in his pants. It’d happened dozens of times, sometimes even when they’d shared a room and Kyuhyun had fantasized what they could have been doing instead when he was in the shower.
“Do you want me?” Kyuhyun wondered out loud, and it was not a mistake, a slip, it was a calculated dare on his part. The door was locked, the walls thick, the windows covered. He saw a man in front of him he’d wanted, adored, had almost had to ignore for a time just to be normal.
“What?” Zhou Mi asked, turning fully as though he hadn’t understood, though Kyuhyun knew he had by the curious, lightning fast glance Zhou Mi took down his body.
“When was the last time you had sex?” Kyuhyun asked, and leaned forward in his chair. Zhou Mi laughed, the sound a nervous shifting of his voice, but Kyuhyun didn’t really care how long it had been or with who. “Do you want me? I want you.”
“We said we shouldn’t,” Zhou Mi said, his voice suddenly serious and deep. But Kyuhyun wondered how long it would take before the towel would give and show what Zhou Mi’s body had to say about it. Zhou Mi showed him in other ways, the way he stayed still, the way his hand slid over Kyuhyun’s shoulder after he stood. There were so many words he could’ve said, if he could’ve thought of them all, and none that really felt right.
Kissing Zhou Mi felt right. He’d imagined it dozens of times, thousands, how it would feel, that soft, wide mouth. How it would cover his, kissing in delicate tastes, not for fear of hurting, but for savoring before they were ready to let the barriers down. He didn’t know if being kissed by Zhou Mi would’ve rocked him, if he hadn’t been waiting for it for so long, if he hadn’t been imagining those little fireworks, or-
Zhou Mi felt like an anchor, not one that was dragging him down but keeping him from losing himself entirely. He ran his hands down Zhou Mi’s ribs, his side, the breadth of his back.
“Do you-“
“Yes,” Zhou Mi interrupted him.
It wasn’t a question any more. He’d just wanted to hear it, to let it erase the timidity from his bones, so could he wrap his arms around Zhou Mi’s neck and declare that he wasn’t moving. But he actually felt the air wheeze into his lungs when Zhou Mi gripped his ass and pulled their hips together. Not like he’d forgotten, but he’d been kind of busy. And Zhou Mi was laughing at him, a fact that had Kyuhyun biting at his lip in retaliation, and fighting a losing battle between kissing and touching and moaning.
Zhou Mi almost hissed, his head falling back for a moment as a very, very dirty word left his mouth. And he was glaring as Kyuhyun looked at him, all wide-eyed and amused.
“What?” Kyuhyun wanted to know.
“Don’t ever stop moaning,” Zhou Mi said, and Kyuhyun wondered that his ego didn’t just explode through the roof.
It could be quick. It wasn’t going to be like - Zhou Mi found and held out a tube of something Kyuhyun couldn’t read and thank fuck Zhou Mi had more foresight in the quality of his jerking off than Kyuhyun had - something that lingered. They weren’t going to spend days at it, exposing inch by inch of skin. He hadn’t showered but Zhou Mi didn’t seem to care, tugging at his shirt, nimbly undoing Kyuhyun’s pants, laughing as Kyuhyun had hoped he’d laugh when Kyuhyun dramatically threw away Zhou Mi’s towel, though it landed a whole foot away. But who cared, because Zhou Mi was broad, and warm and he followed Zhou Mi onto the bed, not the other way around, thumbs skimming Zhou Mi’s nipples and staring at his well-kissed lips. Why hadn’t they, and he didn’t care, moaning against Zhou Mi’s mouth as Zhou Mi took such great pleasure in groping his ass and stroking his thighs.
Maybe Zhou Mi liked that a little too much but Kyuhyun was into Zhou Mi’s hips when Zhou Mi wriggled over him, the bright smile just before he’d latched that demon mouth on Kyuhyun’s neck and had him flopping around on the bed helplessly. No marks. No, they knew better than that, but Zhou Mi didn’t stop, all over him like endless magic fingers, and kisses, and the final, hesitant question.
“Kyuhyun?”
Did he want Zhou Mi’s fingers inside him? Did he want to use lube of questionable purpose and thickness to do everything in his power so Zhou Mi could fuck him? Did the earth orbit the sun?
He decided if it worked perfectly well for fingers, they were golden. And his head almost spun, moaning into Zhou Mi’s jaw as Zhou Mi worked two into him. Logic, they didn’t feel any different than his own fingers. Fact, Zhou Mi could’ve made him come just like that.
“Fuck, why are your fingers so long?” he almost whined, and he almost had to slap his hand over Zhou Mi’s mouth before Zhou Mi could start to praise his own penis and how he was just getting Kyuhyun ready to enjoy it.
Whatever, it worked, they fit, and Kyuhyun moaned for every single millimeter of progress until Zhou Mi was biting his shoulder and in him fully.
“How soon do you want this to be over?” Zhou Mi demanded, his voice soft and harsh at the same time.
His body and his brain said two different things. But they weren’t set up for a marathon, and Zhou Mi knew it as he took shallow, introductory thrusts and kissed Kyuhyun until he was wheezing. More of the lube, and it was good enough not sweet any more but determined, focused, reaching for an end they both knew was there lifted his hips to meet Zhou Mi and watched, dazed, as the pleasure wrote over Zhou Mi’s face. He grabbed Zhou Mi’s hand and wrapped it around his cock. Not like it hadn’t been there a few minutes before, but if that was it, if that was all they got, he wanted to come because of Zhou Mi, feel him in every possible way. He couldn’t even think about it, running his hands through Zhou Mi’s hair and sucking at his lips as they kissed, as the bed rocked and groaned beneath them.
“Want to-“ Zhou Mi moaned. Yeah, but it couldn’t last. They were both too close, too much. “Can’t.”
He got to watch Zhou Mi come, gasping desperate, deep in him and his eyes full of Kyuhyun as Kyuhyun moaned for him. Kyuhyun wrapped his hand around Zhou Mi’s, and they jerked him off together. He had Zhou Mi on him. He had Zhou Mi. He had Zhou Mi, and he came, heels skidding on the blanket and Zhou Mi’s eyes on his.
They had such long moments, breathing, caught up together, still with touches, the brush of lips against skin, until Zhou Mi settled beside him, boneless, tired.
And Kyuhyun felt cold, exposed, wondering at their decision, what they’d done.
“I should shower,” he said to the ceiling, and Zhou Mi’s small sound was agreement, but he stayed still as Kyuhyun rose and did just that. He wished he’d have grabbed Zhou Mi’s hand and pulled him from the bed. He could’ve gotten Zhou Mi all wet and flushed.
But Zhou Mi was still in his bed, covered almost to the shoulder and deeply asleep with his eye mask on when Kyuhyun emerged. There was no idle conversation, no giggled late night conversation. But Kyuhyun slept, too.
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It hadn’t been awkward. Oh, sure, there’d been some self-consciousness, but it had been Zhou Mi, and they’d laughed at each other, and Zhou Mi had felt as amazing as he’d looked, and the orgasm had been amazing. Maybe it was the explosion of hormones of a first time or maybe if Zhou Mi knew how, he’d know how to undo Kyuhyun more, and he’d know every place that made Zhou Mi gasp and go hard in his hands. He thought about it more than he ought to have, not just when he was jerking off, but when he watched Zhou Mi laughing, or when he met Zhou Mi’s eyes and they scoffed at something ridiculous together. Zhou Mi was still Zhou Mi. It was like the fact that they’d gotten naked and had an amazing night in bed was some kind of private fantasy. But he couldn’t just leave it, couldn’t have just ignored it. He didn’t corner Zhou Mi, but when he got Zhou Mi alone in his apartment, it just came out.
“Did you know we’d be that good together?”
It took a moment for it to sink it, but when it did, the look that Zhou Mi sent him was amused. “I’d hoped so.”
Yes, of course they’d obviously both hoped so. Kyuhyun let out a frustrated breath.
“Do you ever think of…?”
Doing it again, maybe. Having an extra helping. Or maybe just thought of it fondly, instead of some kind of convenient getting off.
“I’ve thought about it,” Zhou Mi admitted, and said absolutely nothing. “Though the reasons we started out with haven't changed.“
And fuck the reasons. Okay, but not really. They couldn’t take out a billboard, but they didn’t have to ignore it either.
“Maybe we could forget what we agreed on,” Kyuhyun said.
“But why?” Zhou Mi wanted to know. And he didn’t ask to be obtuse, twisting on the couch so he could face Kyuhyun, looking at Kyuhyun in a way that made him want to squirm. It was a good question. It deserved a good answer.
“Because we're good together, I think. Not just in bed.”
Zhou Mi’s lips twitched. “So you don’t just want to sleep with me.”
“I always want to sleep with you,” Kyuhyun clarified, and Zhou Mi laughed so hard he nearly curled right off the couch. Well, and that was invitation enough, leaning over and resting his head on Zhou Mi’s hip where Zhou Mi had flopped sideways, reaching out and getting one of Zhou Mi’s hands.
“Ninja dating idols,” Kyuhyun said.
He hadn’t been ready before. Not for dating, and maybe not for Zhou Mi. Maybe he wasn’t all the way then, but Zhou Mi huffed into the couch pillow and squeezed his fingers.
“It was good,” Zhou Mi mused.
Though Kyuhyun thought he was just praising himself.
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Prompt: qmi. when kyu is lonely or sad he goes to Mi. Or zhou mi sometimes just discovers kyu in his apartment with out kyu asking permission or telling him he'll drop by. or both.
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There was an oasis. And its name was Zhou Mi. Zhou Mi knew it himself, knew it because sometimes he’d come home and there would be a light on that he didn’t remember. His first thought wasn’t that someone had broken in, or a fan had somehow gotten in. He just knew that when he got to where he could see, Kyuhyun would be curled in the corner of the couch deemed “his” just waiting for Zhou Mi to get home. Sometimes he was just resting there, passing time on his phone doing whatever. Sometimes he was there, not doing anything at all, silent and still. And those two extremes told Zhou Mi which mood Kyuhyun was it. The first, he was bored or looney and he wanted to be with people but only certain people. Zhou Mi was one of those. The second, he was having feelings, but not positive ones. He needed to be coddled, or needed to talk, or just needed to be near Zhou Mi.
Zhou Mi didn’t mind either of those, whether Kyuhyun showed up when Zhou Mi was out, or if he let himself in when Zhou Mi was home. He watched a smile curve on Kyuhyun’s lips as he draped himself over Kyuhyun’s side, and gave him a hug hello.
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Prompt: Hi ColeyColey♡ may I request QMi coffeeshop AU where Mi is the new manager of Kyu's family cafe's China branch? They start off on the wrong foot but eventually become close~ Thanks sweetie ♡♡♡
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It was a bit of a misunderstanding. Kyuhyun had some constructive criticism for the cafe. Zhou Mi had laughed.
Translation error. Perception error. Zhou Mi didn’t know until three hours after, thinking that Kyuhyun was just stiff by nature. He’d gotten less so as the day had gone on, but when Zhou Mi was finally enlightened, things made a lot more sense. It was not strange that clarity of speech made a difference, but clarifying after the face, sitting and putting on his most serious face - the face some of the employees called scary - went a long way to Kyuhyun taking him seriously and not thinking he was some fluttery bird meant to look good when taking care of the cafe.
When they met again two months later, Kyuhyun was the one who joked about the misunderstanding, making Zhou Mi groan and drop his head in embarrassment. What he didn’t have embarrassment for: the numbers. For a fledgeling cafe, the earnings were solid, and they were growing. Zhou Mi had had to hire two new staff members to keep up, letting another two go and replacing them with more motivation. He was their cheerleader, their scheduler, their mentor. He was the one who frowned at them when they arrived late, or tried to leave early.
“How many people in the cafe come to see you?” Kyuhyun wondered, leaning onto the cafe counter on the quiet end. “I think some of your staff think you hung the moon.”
“We have good people,” Zhou Mi said. “Some of them probably wouldn’t go home if I let them stay here.”
“Would you be talking about yourself?”
Zhou Mi drew up for a moment, offended, before he burst out laughing. “Okay, some days.”
“How many days a week do you close and open?” Kyuhyun asked.
Zhou Mi shook his head, moving to the machine so he could begin to make tea for them. “I trained myself out of doing both. I do better at night, so I found someone I trusted to do all the opens. It makes us both happier. Once a twice a month do I open too at most. But if I do that I stay and sleep in a booth.”
“Buy Zhou Mi a cot,” Kyuhyun said out loud as he mimed writing something.
“You’d better buy two,” Zhou Mi said, watching the fill of hot water into the mug. “You’d have to take the other to make sure someone isn’t napping mid-shift.”
“You mean you wouldn’t mind having me around more?”
Oh. Not the least obvious fish for information.
“Enjoy your tea,” Zhou Mi said, and put the completed cup in front of Kyuhyun. He thought his smile spoke for him.
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Prompt: qmi https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BvEeDiOCQAAL2S1.jpg Zhou Mi's reaction to this
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“Do you have a secret, Kuixian?” Zhou Mi sing-songed, which was a clue all its own to be wary.
“A secret about?” Kyuhyun asked.
Zhou Mi waved the phone at him, finally holding it still enough so that Kyuhyun could see what he was looking at. It was a blown-up section of the picture with Siwon beside him, and some gathered red cloth at his stomach, which made it look like-
“Are you expecting?” Zhou Mi asked, seventeen shades of sly.
“Expecting dinner,” Kyuhyun said. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Maybe it’s twins. He looks excited, so you never know.”
“That’s his default face!” Kyuhyun said, and scowled that Zhou Mi even managed to get a rise out of him about it.
Twins. Zhou Mi was quietly laughing, shuffling through pictures and showing Kyuhyun his favorites. It was slightly mollifying to know Zhou Mi thought he’d looked good, that he thought the performance went good. Granted, he’d known all of that well before there were any posts made about it. And then Zhou Mi held up a picture with their cheeks pressed together, Zhou Mi making some kind of strange kissy face.
“If they saw the pictures we took together that day, they wouldn’t be wondering who the father was,” Zhou Mi said, and yelped as Kyuhyun’s knuckles dug into his thigh.
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Prompt: Qmi have sex on the kitchen counter. (Ryeowook/someone else walks in on them.) smut
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They’d joked his butt was a shelf but it was something different to actually be put almost on a shelf and- Kyuhyun moaned and reveled in the fact that dating a tall guy was really, really worth it.
“If I smash my balls on accident, I expect you to take care of me,” Zhou Mi grunted, and it almost made Kyuhyun laugh out loud except that he was gurgling as Zhou Mi’s hips began to speed up. He kissed Zhou Mi’s neck and felt him rumble, grinning, digging his fingers into Zhou Mi’s shoulders, drawing a breath in counterpoint to Zhou Mi.
“You guys!”
Zhou Mi tried to pull away and Kyuhyun tried to pull him closer as a shield and it was an epic struggle that ended up with Zhou Mi plastered against him and Kyuhyun’s thighs clamped onto his hips. If he’d had a kitchen towel, he’d have used it instead but the closest one was in…Ryeowook’s hand.
“We make food here,” Ryeowook said, like that really mattered at the moment. It wasn’t like he could pull up his pants. “Have you done this before?”
There was an edge to it, like Ryeowook was imagining they needed to bleach the counters every day or something.
“First time?” Zhou Mi offered from Kyuhyun’s shoulder, ever so subtly trying to move so many he could do up his own pants. Kyuhyun was having none of it.
“Let us finish and we’ll never do it again,” Kyuhyun swore.
Ryeowook walked away and it felt like he’d disappointed his father. At least, until Zhou Mi’s hips twitched.
“Come on,” Kyuhyun said and drowned all of Zhou Mi’s protests with a kiss. They had to hurry, before someone else walked in on them - someone who’d mock them or just sit and wait for them to be done or leave. No, he was getting what he’d come for. Or, who he wanted to come for.
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Prompt: Kyu is playing a Xbox Live game with kyuline. Mi seduces him and convinces him to have sex while Kyu carries on playing the game. Kyu has to be quiet or his friends will hear but Mi is doing his best to make it impossible to be quiet.
smut
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“Ok-ay.”
It came out so breathy, his eyes wide on the TV screen with Zhou Mi pressed against his back. All he had were questions in he is ear, why he wasn’t moving, what he was doing.
“I’m just. No, yes. Go. That way, I’m going-“
He grimaced, swallowing a moan as Zhou Mi’s teeth scraped against the top of his shoulder. He should’ve said no or turned off the TV so he could focus, but Zhou Mi had challenged him, that little smirk as he kissed the inside of Kyuhyun’s wrist and wouldn’t let himself be shooed away. It felt like he was trying to think on two lines, everything that Zhou Mi was doing, trying to balance and keep his controller in his hand, trying not to moan out loud as the pleasure got intense.
All he could see was a wall, and then he heard the jeers as he came, and Zhou Mi was going to give him a complex he swore.
“Are you texting with Zhou Mi?” Minho complained in his ear while Changmin laughed like a jerk in the background.
He groaned, flopping bonelessly back against Zhou Mi.
“Yeah, I’m texting him. Now start playing better or I really will beat you.”
Zhou Mi laughed into his shoulder and Kyuhyun pinched him, rubbing his head against Zhou Mi’s for a second before focusing his attention back on the screen.
And then he took his friends to school.
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Prompt: Qmi have been seeing/sleeping with each other for years without telling anyone or really defining their relationship. Someone finds out/walks in on them.
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Kyuhyun remembered their eyes, the way they widened, the way they averted and how Kyuhyun couldn’t do or say anything, caught under Zhou Mi, the moan in his throat only for Zhou Mi’s ears.
The mood was lost, Zhou Mi’s eyes worried as he pulled his sweater over his head.
“You don’t have to-“ Kyuhyun started, trying to be noble or something.
“I’m not going to make you face them alone,” Zhou Mi told him, and his grip on Kyuhyun’s arm was way more reassuring that trying-not-to-be-worried smile.
And it wasn’t like any of the others were known for beating around the bush.
“So you’re dating?” Hyukjae asked, just before Sungmin raised an eyebrow and wondered, “How long have you been sleeping together?”
Like he was suspicious they’d done it on his bed or something. As if they would have.
“A few years,” Kyuhyun said, directing his words to Sungmin, and to Hyukjae he faltered.
“We’re friends,” Zhou Mi filled in for him, his hand smoothing along the small of Kyuhyun’s back.
That sparked a whole new round of questions and disbelief, and Kyuhyun thought he heard something about a pool going on that someone had lost. No, they weren’t dating. They didn’t…date. They got together, they ate, they had sex, they slept over, and talked, and texted, and-
Zhou Mi was the person he wanted to protect.
If Zhou Mi was surprised that Kyuhyun dragged him back toward his room instead of showing him to the door, he didn’t show it, sitting, hands on his thighs, on Kyuhyun’s bed. They’d talked about what happened when everyone found out, because it had been inevitable, as careful as they had been.
When Kyuhyun angled between Zhou Mi’s knees and tilted up his head, Zhou Mi kissed him back, meeting him, kiss for kiss, soft and slow, matching him. Zhou Mi’s hands smoothed along Kyuhyun’s thighs, his hips, like he was wondering what Zhou Mi wanted, but was going along with ii. He’d always been that way. Steady. Available. When Kyuhyun needed an outlet, he had Zhou Mi. He’d said Kyuhyun’s name like it was precious to him, held him, protected him.
And the look on his face was so pleased as Kyuhyun pulled away.
“What was that for?”
“Are we dating?” Kyuhyun wondered, and Zhou Mi blinked at him.
“No? You said it was best if-“
It was so easy to cut Zhou Mi off with a kiss and Zhou Mi didn’t shove him back, actually gripping his hips and kissing him. Maybe… He’d said so many things. If they kept it light, there was no reason for it to stop. They could have fun, be close, and never lose that. They wouldn’t have to overthink it.
But he’d gotten much of what he’d thought he wanted out of a relationship anyway.
“If we were dating, what would you want from me anyway?” Kyuhyun asked. They’d address the decisions they’d made or hadn’t made some other time.
“Endless hugs,” Zhou Mi said. “Sleeping beside you. Eating with you.”
Things they had done all along.
Maybe Zhou Mi got the picture when Kyuhyun wrapped his arms around Zhou Mi and didn’t let go.
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Prompt: SJM fights over who gets to call Zhou Mi "Pabo" in their Guest House trailer but Kyuhyun eventually won? *hugs*
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“If I say it, no one will believe I mean it,” Kyuhyun said, torn between arguing and stuffing his face with the noodles they had bought.
“If you say it, everyone will believe you mean it,” Donghae joked, and ducked as a straw wrapper flew past his head. Only, his elbow almost upended his food and a quick save by Ryeowook was the only reason he wasn’t begging the others for leftovers.
And of course, Zhou Mi was blinking at them like he had no idea what they were discussing, all cute and innocent which was a total lie.
“Do you believe it?” Kyuhyun asked, batting his eyelashes and making at least three people around the table bark out a laugh.
“Me? I don’t know what that word means,” Zhou Mi said, the corners of his lips twitching.
“Unless it’s directed at someone else!”
Zhou Mi actually laughed, clicking his chopsticks together. “Isn’t that they best way?”
“I’m still going to do it.”
And Zhou Mi ended up pouting that anyone else would fight him for it, which made Kyuhyun give them the evil eye.
In the end everyone was satisfied, because no one played cutely exasperated together like they did.
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Prompt: racecar AU - fornicating on the hood of an aston martin smut
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It purred under his hands in a different way than Kyuhyun did, hugging the corners like a lover and moving at his command when he was secured inside. It was a different kind of a thrill to sprawl Kyuhyun onto it, his shirt up over his belly and pants askew.
“Don’t scratch the logos,” Zhou Mi said, and Kyuhyun sneered at him, spreading his hands on the bright paint and tipping up his head so Zhou Mi could do what he promised and kiss him until he came.
They were going to give the car a blessing, of sorts. Not that he needed to think of Kyuhyun writhing on the hood as he made his moves, but-
He needed to think of it all the rest of the time.
When KYuhyun moaned, it rumbled, not like the car, like a man, sweat in the hollow of his collarbones, his neck. He caught the second moan against his lips, catching up Kyuhyun’s hips and drove him. He gleamed like the car did in full sun, slick and tight and groaning for more. He knew what it was to be on the adrenaline edge, but it was different than that, it was-
It was personal, pleasure of a different kind, his body and more when Kyuhyun moaned his name. The car could be driven by anyone, but Kyuhyun chose him. Kyuhyun moaned for him. Kyuhyun came for him, for his stroking hand, falling on his belly, his shirt, on the paint. And Zhou Mi ams to the sound of his name, moaning into Kyuhyun’s neck and drowning in the heat of him.
“You got my car dirty,” Kyuhyun complained. “I just got her clean.”
But Kyuhyun was laughing against his mouth. Clean, it’d be just as easy to polish the car up, and no one would be the wiser. Just them.
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Prompt: QMi in Victorian London, one of them is having problems of a supernatural sort and the other is trying to investigate. Thank you! In a bit of a Penny Dreadful mood xD
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The curling sound of the wolf’s howl made the hairs stand up on the back of Zhou Mi’s neck. He wasn’t sure whether to reach for his neckcloth or the bottom of his waistcoat so as to cover as much area as possible.
His borrowed horse seemed to agree, shifting beside him.
“Two more minutes and we leave,” Zhou Mi promised.
It wasn’t as though a wolf would go into the town, not without cause. There wasn’t any lack of game, but the body… The body had been savaged, not eaten. Dogs had gotten onto it, but they hadn’t been the ones to leave the prints, or the bite marks.
“It was no dog,” a voice agreed out of the shadow, and Zhou Mi’s jolt had the horse snorting and dancing against the hedgerow.
“Was I thinking out loud?” Zhou Mi asked, waiting for the man to come into view and relaxing when it was a face that matched the voice.
“Your face was,” Kyuhyun said, and he laid back the hood of his traveling cloak. Expecting rain, perhaps, Zhou Mi though, glancing up at the clear sky and the half moon. He’d gone because he’d heard the little village had had troubles, had left the safety of Town to do what he could. His home was there, his servants, the village they patronized. People had lost sheep, had lost sleep, and one had lost their life.
“Will you help, then?”
Kyuhyun had been the only one recommended to him, one of a dozen that he’d written to and the only one who had answered.
The horse did not shy from Kyuhyun’s touch, nuzzling into his palm, and so Zhou Mi was inclined to believe him when he agreed.
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Prompt: Qmi: Kyu secretly rubbing Mi’s legs under the table in a restaurant while eating out with the group. Slowly, over the evening, both of their hormones start to slowly play up more and more until Kyu’s hand eventually goes into Mi’s pants
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Such an inconspicuous thing, really. Zhou Mi had a lot of leg, Kyuhyun had a hand, and so it was a way of keeping connected. Sometimes if Zhou Mi’s legs were crossed, he’d fiddle with Zhou Mi’s ankle, or his pockets, or if they were right up close, rub over whatever interesting material his pants were made of. It wasn’t like he was trying to get Zhou Mi hard, or make his life for difficult. Sometimes it got impossible to avoid, though, the longer a dinner went on, when his hand started feeling like the skin was being worn off and rubbing up and down the approved stripe of leg was a little dull. No one could’ve blamed him for his hand dipping down into Zhou Mi’s inner thigh, going a bit higher than he should’ve and making Zhou Mi sit up a bit, but nothing to make him stop.
He just kept touching, reminiscent of movie dates when they were starting to get to know each other, and after, when it was impossible to keep their hands off. And Zhou Mi started moving into his touch instead of away, fumbling for a word as the back of Kyuhyun’s hand brushed his zipper. For the first time, he was glad the table they were seated at was high and tight, because no one could see on their side of the table, not when Zhou Mi was fully hard and grabbing Kyuhyun’s hand so he could rub against it, or when Kyuhyun dragged down the zipper for better access.
He teased, until Zhou Mi leaned into him and nearly started gnawing on his neck.
“When we get home,” Zhou Mi said, and Kyuhyun wasn’t sure if that was a plea or a threat.
But he excused them both anyway - making sure Zhou Mi was nicely buttoned up again. He tried not to laugh at Zhou Mi’s pained smile as they said their goodbyes, but he had to keep his coat in his lap the whole ride home with Zhou Mi chuckling against him.
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Prompt: qmi Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun can't go on dates in public because of fans, so they only have the time to date in plain sight on TV shows.
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It was something to know that they were flirting with each other, in essence having a moment alone in the midst of all of the movement and lights and laughter. Zhou Mi’s ears were sharp, catching cues, but he was also close, catching at Kyuhyun’s waist, at his shoulder, whispering close to him translations that felt like sweetest words. If they could not go out to restaurants like that, they could do so on TV, getting smiles from hosts as though in approval for something they had no idea. It made for good visuals, the way they leaned together, so much better than when they had been scared almost to look at each other for fear that someone would guess.
“He has the best pronunciation,” Zhou Mi said, smiling at Kyuhyun.
No one asked why that was. Why, when the others stumbled, and he stumbled too, Kyuhyun could do just a bit better. It was because he couldn’t go out with Zhou Mi. Those words they shared were so much more weighty, the long talks they had. Zhou Mi didn’t correct his every word, but Kyuhyun listened, and when it was terrible, Zhou Mi said so. When Kyuhyun spoke with words Zhou Mi had taught him, those were hugs and kisses and dates right there, something special shared between them.
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Prompt: Qmi have a long night of incredible hot sex. It gets really intense and a little rougher than usual. The next morning, Kyu wakes up holding Mi and notices that he has left bites and bruises on Mi’s body and feels bad.
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Zhou Mi was on his back, his jaw askew and very…attractively fast asleep, Kyuhyun thought, chuckling as he turned on his side. There was a red mark on Zhou Mi’s neck and for a moment he felt pleased, glad he had left a little proof of the night previous. And then, he saw the red welts, bite marks on Zhou Mi’s shoulder. That was what had him half sitting up, dragging at the sheet to see scattered marks down Zhou Mi’s torso, places he had sucked and worried with his teeth, drawing them out and luxuriating in Zhou Mi’s moans, the way Zhou Mi had gripped at Kyuhyun’s shoulders, his hair.
Some of them looked angry, and Kyuhyun hissed, finding another pink patch on Zhou Mi’s belly.
“Want more so soon?” Zhou Mi asked, his voice rough with sleep.
“It looks like I need to get you some antibiotic cream instead,” Kyuhyun said, half awed and mostly horrified by the scattered marks ranging from pink to purpling. They got wild sometimes, he knew that, but he’d never- He’d been so exhausted, so pleased, he’d fallen back into bed before Zhou Mi and had probably been asleep before his muscles had fully relaxed. And Zhou Mi scratched at his belly, totally unconcerned by it.
“Why, did you break the skin?” he asked, trying to stare down without actually lifting his head.
“No, but. It looks like I chewed on you! How-“
“Felt good. Felt better after,” Zhou Mi said, waggling his brows. “Did I tell you to stop?”
Well. No.
“You should look at yourself in a mirror,” Kyuhyun decided. Zhou Mi just wasn’t quite getting the whole picture.
Kyuhyun was mostly suffocated in Zhou Mi’s neck as Zhou Mi snuffled into his hair. He got his head turned, grunting as Zhou Mi’s arm squeezed around him.
“I should’ve been more gentle,” Kyuhyun muttered, and his eyes went a little weird when Zhou Mi lifted his knees there were several more marks zig-zagging down Zhou Mi’s thigh.
What Kyuhyun didn’t see or know was the assorted marks on his own skin, one on the back of his shoulder, one just below his elbow, on his belly. Zhou Mi tried to make patterns out of them as they stared at themselves in the mirror. They were going to be varying shades of green and yellow and purple in a few days.
“They really don’t hurt?” Kyuhyun said, poking one of the darkest marks.
And Zhou Mi squawked and pinched his side. “Maybe when you do that!”
They apologized to each other with a nice, long, hot shower, and Kyuhyun went willingly because there was a particular gleam in Zhou Mi’s eye that he wanted to know more about.
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Prompt: A Qmi fluff based on this? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XqW0ElFr6nU Where Mi refused to translate (or mistranslated) something for Kyu because it was something bad about himself. Thanks so much <3 n
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The words hung out in the air and Zhou Mi fought the giggle as Kyuhyun looked at him with such expectation.
“He says I am very hardworking and smart,” Zhou Mi said, which was not exactly how Kyuhyun had jokingly tried to put it. Of course, Kyuhyun didn’t know how to put it himself in Mandarin either, though Kyuhyun knew for certain Zhou Mi hadn’t translated his words exactly.
“No, no, no, no,” Kyuhyun said, waving his hands as Zhou Mi nodded emphatically.
“I said it right!”
“Do you understand Korean?”
“I’m translating, aren’t I?” Zhou Mi asked smug, forgetting that they had people staring at them.
“Zhou Mi is,” Kyuhyun started off in Mandarin, groping mentally for the words he was trying to find.
“Handsome? Tall? Good at dancing? Stylish?” Zhou Mi suggested and Kyuhyun kept flapping a hand at him because he was interrupting his thought process every time he threw something out.
“You’re ridiculous!”
“Fascinating,” Zhou Mi translated, and Kyuhyun gurgled.
“Say what I’m saying! You’re terrible!”
“He admires me,” Zhou Mi said, and kept laughing as Kyuhyun stood up and tried to be menacing. The audience was laughing too when Zhou Mi pulled him into a hug and thanked him for all the wonderful things he’d said.
“Zhou Mi is the best,” Kyuhyun said, in flawless Mandarin, his arm still around Zhou Mi’s shoulders. He leaned his head against Kyuhyun’s and smiled.
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Prompt: Zhou Mi gets drunk one night and gets Kyuhyun's name tattooed on his body. He's embarrassed by it and tries to hide it but Kyuhyun eventually finds out~ please?
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It was in Chinese characters, of course, two of them that were surrounded by fading ink, and little stars and sparkles. Zhou Mi wasn’t sure if he was more mortified that he had Kyuhyun’s name permanently inked into his skin, or that he’d managed to get it bedazzled onto him as well.
He’d been so perfectly unaware of it at first, getting up, thinking things were normal. Then he caught sight of a bandaging beneath the waistband of his briefs when he turned around. And there, just below his right lower back, was Kyuhyun’s name. Of course, in the mirror it was backwards, and his hungover brain took a second to really process.
It was a temporary tattoo, he’d thought. Someone was pranking him and had drawn onto him.
But no, it wasn’t. And it it healed agonizingly slow as he suddenly became obsessed with making sure either his pants were high or his shirt was low. At least, it was in a place he could easily hide. It wasn’t like it was on his arm or worse. He became touchy about people touching his lower back, or standing behind him. He made plans, thoughts how he could get it altered, have it removed. One day, he swore.
And it was a particularly loud bathroom fan that exposed him, humming in the pleasantly hazy air and rubbing a towel over his head. He blinked through shower-watery eyes and realized Kyuhyun had walked right in.
He turned, but that wasn’t fast enough, because he didn’t even know how long Kyuhyun had been there, and he didn’t know if his towel was high enough, and he couldn’t turn too far because-
“You have a tattoo?” Kyuhyun asked, and he sounded so intrigued, like Zhou Mi had just risen a notch or two in his estimation.
“Oh, that?” Zhou Mi laughed, trying to play it off. “Yeah, for a while. It’s- Kyuhyun!”
Kyuhyun grabbed at him, wanting a better look, and Zhou Mi was trying to snap the towel and get him to back off, and Kyuhyun was laughing like Zhou Mi was being silly. Nothing dramatic happened like the towel falling, but in his wiggling and turning and fending Kyuhyun off, he got his back to the mirror, and thus, Kyuhyun’s eyes on his back.
“I just want to see,” Kyuhyun said, and squinted at the marks. “You have a tattoo of… You have a tattoo of my name?”
Why. Why him. Anyone else could’ve been bribed to secrecy on the provision that they got to laugh at him forever about it. Kyuhyun, that didn’t work.
“I was drunk,” Zhou Mi offered, and Kyuhyun for some reason looked even more intrigued. That did sound more incriminating.
“Was one of the members with you?”
What a nice excuse that would’ve been. What a prank. “No?”
“And you kept it?”
Zhou Mi might have responded if Kyuhyun’s fingertips hadn’t started tracing the lines of the tattoo, touching without permission but not without being allowed. He’d kept it for so many reasons. He could’ve made so many excuses.
“I…” he started.
“It looks good on you,” Kyuhyun said, his cheek resting against Zhou Mi’s shoulder. And Zhou Mi lost his breath.
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Prompt: qmi industry gossip gets out that Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi are gay and dating.
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It appeared as bits of gossip first, so sly, no one truly using names, at first just whispers. It was protection in a way, spoken quietly. It wasn’t the typical jokes, the nudging of fan rumors or fan preferences that inevitably went around with sly winks and little laughs. But it wasn’t just pretend, not some fiction created and perpetuated to spark imaginations. It was inevitable one of them heard it, someone not even knowing they were talking about someone in earshot. But that was different than the others, the ones who knew, or thought they knew, the ones who looked at Kyuhyun would curiosity. He didn’t get malice, so much, except from the ones who were over it, but no one sneered at him.
There had to have been someone else out there, too. Maybe those who were gay, but also those with secrets, with people they were close to and wanted to protect.
“Do you know how bad this could go? If we know, if we suspect, if it gets out-“
Initials in the paper. Pictures. Kyuhyun lifted his chin and gave away nothing, not even truly thanking them for their concern. It was well-meaning.
He turned at a hand on his shoulder, a whispered, “You have all of our support,” in his ear.
That was just one person. That one person, even if they couldn’t all support openly, represented more. It wasn’t the same world, it wouldn’t be the same forever. Maybe Zhou Mi wondered why Kyuhyun smiled at him after that, but he didn’t after, not when Kyuhyun whispered what he’d heard. There just had to be one.
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Prompt: http://youtu.be/IqebEymqFS8 qmi based on this? it's so cute :3
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Waiting for the surgery to be over had been the hardest part. Kyuhyun had met the surgeon several times, and knew the hospital was well staffed, but there were so many things that could go wrong. Minutes ticked away, waiting as he tried to distract himself, watching as other doctors emerged, talking to other people, giving reassuring smiles. A little after he was expecting, and at the point in which he’d actively started to ache in worry, it was his own turn.
“He’s a little out of it, but he did just fine. He’ll need to take it easy for the next couple of days, no lifting anything. And I’ll see him in a week for a followup.”
That was all well and good, and Kyuhyun thanked the doctor fervently, following a nurse to the room that Zhou Mi had been returned to post-surgery. He was awake, the ugly blue cap they’d put on him already removed and his hair askew, but he looked good. The little machine off to the size did a little whir and buzz, taking Zhou Mi’s vitals as they monitored him.
“Hey, you look good, handsome,” Kyuhyun said, his lips twitching as he walked up beside Zhou Mi, smoothing down a flyaway lock of hair. Zhou Mi’s head turned deliberately, like he was drunk.
“Oh,” Zhou Mi said, his eyes bright. “Oh. Are you my nurse?”
It was warbled, very much not Zhou Mi’s normal method of speaking, and Kyuhyun had to fight down the urge to chuckle.
“Not right now. I will be when we get you home, though.”
“You’re going home with me? Wow. You’re really pretty.”
They’d said Zhou Mi was out of it, and at first he’d thought Zhou Mi had been teasing. The way Zhou Mi was looking him over like he was a particularly interesting specimen he’d never seen before seemed to indicate otherwise.
“I’m not actually your nurse,” Kyuhyun told him, and he got a very suspicious, uncertain stare. “I’m your boyfriend.”
“You’re MY boyfriend?” Zhou Mi asked, his voice rising, louder and amazed. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. My name is Kyuhyun. Kuixian.”
“My boyfriend? You mean I get to kiss you?” And with the question Zhou Mi’s eyes bugged out a little.
“For a few years now, at least,” KYuhyun said, squeezing Zhou Mi’s flopping, aimless hand.
“Wow,” Zhou Mi repeated, just overwhelmed by the whole thought of it apparently. “Can I take you on a date, darling?”
“You can take me anywhere,” Kyuhyun assured him, his heart squeezing a little from Zhou Mi’s obvious, innocent, joy. It almost felt like he was seeing something he shouldn’t, something private, but it made him want to laugh and somehow to weep a little at the same time, because it was an opinion from a Zhou Mi who didn’t even know better, and he thought he was a lucky man. Zhou Mi lapsed into sleep a few minutes later, muttering to himself about boyfriends and pretty lips.
He was roused by a nurse, and he greeted her, his eyes swinging to Kyuhyun and smile curving his lips, and Zhou Mi knew him.
“Kuixian. I made it.”
He kissed the back of Zhou Mi’s hand. They both had.
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Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: Up to NC-17
Warnings: some have smut in them
Summary: 24 various prompts from ask.fm
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Prompt: QMi pls based on this http://prectionhearts.tumblr.com/post/90916138501 ThanKyu ♡
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They lived in the middle of the city. It wasn’t like there were a lot of things he could do, but he tried to find them anyway. When Zhou Mi was being nitpicky about the rain, he was the one who flagged down a cab.
Zhou Mi mopped his arm up with a napkin forever in his pocket. His hero.
When Zhou Mi’s lip curled back at the vacuum cleaner, Kyuhyun tied a cloth over his mouth like he was about to rustle cattle, turned on the music until the neighbors could hear it blaring, and danced in increasingly erratic patters as the vacuum shouted along with the music.
Zhou Mi laughed at him the whole time while holding his ears.
And Zhou Mi stared down a spider on the floor, frozen in some kind of a duel of survival. He had those big paddle feet, some ridiculous number of times bigger than the poor little-
He didn’t dare express sympathy out loud lest Zhou Mi look at him with indignation. It wasn’t as bad as the flapping that happened when it was actually on Zhou Mi. But he could actually feel Zhou Mi relax when Kyuhyun whacked at the thing with a shoe, and the KO’d spider went swirling down the toilet.
“I’ll pick up the tab for dinner tonight,” Zhou Mi said, after he’d hauled Kyuhyun for a smacking kiss. He put his arms around Zhou Mi’s neck and asked for another kiss. Well, if he insisted, Kyuhyun wouldn’t argue.
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Prompt: Qmi wake up in bed together after a drunken night, and try to recall what happened.
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The sheets were all crinkly and Kyuhyun turned his nose up at them. He had nicer sheets at home. He didn’t know why he wasn’t at home, actually, with a pulsing pain in his forehead. And naked.
He didn’t yelp or bellow when he saw Zhou Mi beside him when he rolled over. It wasn’t like he was a stranger, and Zhou Mi was all sprawled and unconscious.
“Hey,” he hissed, jabbing at Zhou Mi’s armpit.
Zhou Mi jolted, and then groaned, opening his eyes like light was poisonous and swiveling until he fixed on Kyuhyun’s face. “Ugh?”
“I’m not that ugly,” Kyuhyun protested, and Zhou Mi gurgled.
“Why…What time?”
“Hotel room. Eleven in the morning. I think. No, it’s bright outside. Why…”
There were bottles of soju, bottles of beer, tiny little mini bottles of liquor. There were also clothes strewn. A pair of boxer briefs were hanging on the drawer pull - not his - but that was definitely his striped shirt hanging off of Zhou Mi’s side of the bed. A quick flip of the sheet and Zhou Mi’s squawk confirmed they were both equally naked.
They’d been watching TV. He knew that. It had been a drinking game. He remembered being slammed into the wall. Though he didn’t know if that was because he couldn’t stand up or- His hand flew to his lips, taking stock of every ache that wasn’t the pulsing in his skull.
“Did we…” he breathed. Naked. Bed. Drinking. They could have. He couldn’t discount it. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before. And he couldn’t even say it. “Did we…make out last night?”
Zhou Mi had at least gotten both eyes open, but only so he could goggle.
“What!” he asked, and Kyuhyun’s head shrieked with him. “Why would you ask that?”
“No clothes?” He actually felt..mostly clean and he watched Zhou Mi start to take stock of himself, actually running his hands down his body.
“Do you think we did?” Zhou Mi asked, having apparently not reached a satisfactory conclusion.
“I don’t know.”
“I hope not,” Zhou Mi said, and it was so emphatic that it actually kind of hurt. Maybe he wouldn’t have been Zhou Mi’s first choice, but- “If we made out I’d want to remember it.”
Oh. Well. That was different. And Zhou Mi looked stricken for a whole different reason when he realized what he’d said.
“You know what I mean,” Zhou Mi clarified, like there was some other way to take it.
“Yes,” Kyuhyun said, thinking hard. “Yes. I do. We should do that sometime.”
And in lieu of processing the sound Zhou Mi made, he sank his head back onto the pillow and tried to will a glass of water to fly to him.
***
Prompt: Qmi~ just started dating recently and playing a game of “Never Have I Ever” with rest of SJ, and the others somehow managing to find out all the dirty/NSFW/sexy things Qmi has done throughout the course of the game, stuff no one would suspect of qmi
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“Never have I ever…” Donghae thought about it for a long time, longer than was really necessary until everyone started groaning and jeering. “Given a blow job.”
It was rushed, like it was the last thing he could think of, a little caught in the headlights as he started back at them. Everyone else sort of froze too, watching those who put their hands down and who drank. Kyuhyun avoided Zhou Mi’s eyes, as they both drank and got a chorus of oohs from around the room. It wasn’t like they were the only ones, just the only ones present and dating. Kyuhyun brought his hand down a little harder than necessary on Ryeowook’s and the game went on.
“Never have I ever had sex in public,” Hyukjae said, and Kyuhyun felt a tiny spark of rage.
Zhou Mi cleared his throat, and the oohs were even louder when they drank that time.
“Really?” Ryeowook wanted to know. “Together? Or…?”
“This isn’t truth or dare,” Kyuhyun snapped. “Next.”
“Never have I ever,” Sungmin said, and paused. Though it wasn’t like Donghae’s pause, fishing for something, anything. It was like he was just letting the drum roll for whatever thing he was waiting to get his suspicion answered. “Had sex while dressed in women’s clothes.”
They all paused. They all looked at each other. Zhou Mi stared back at him with wide eyes, going wider as Kyuhyun took a swig and the room all but exploded.
“It was once,” Kyuhyun muttered, not that anyone heard him, or anyone knew but Zhou Mi anyway. None of them were his friends. And he was most certainly never telling them what he had worn.
***
Prompt: Qmi prompt: Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun have an on-again off-again relationship. Disagreements/fights about: language fluency, level of outness amoungst friends, random stuff
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The first time they broke up, it had been because they had doubted whether they were together to begin with. Or, at least one of them had.
“Our friends aren’t going to spread the word to the universe,” was Zhou Mi’s take on it, which was true enough. Zhou Mi knew his reservations about it, the years he’d spent conflicted and hiding it, and it wasn’t like it was some kind of ultimatum, just a fight where they’d both ended up shouting “Fine!” at each other and that was that. He wasn’t even sure if he could call it a break up so much as a standoff for three days, and most of that was because they had stubborn streaks a mile wide. He thought they’d both come back with more understanding, though Zhou Mi had been more conciliatory.
Fights weren’t aided when they really got heated, though, because Kyuhyun threw out big words and quick sentences and wasn’t always kind or patient while Zhou Mi tried muddling through to grab meaning out of it. It just raised his aggravation sky high, and Zhou Mi’s with it, until he was pretty sure Zhou Mi was cursing him out in every dialect known in China while Kyuhyun was throwing back unrelated insults and arguments that he was pretty sure Zhou Mi never actually heard as he stalked around and aggressively straightened things. It made it feel like he was arguing with himself as he bared his teeth and and Zhou Mi glowered at him with his hands on his hips.
Either they cooled off at that point, or started laughing at the complete absurdity of the situation.
“I thought I was going to end up with someone who spoke my first language,” Zhou Mi said once, pushing ice cream around in his bowl. Instead, he learned form dramas, from Kyuhyun, from work and friends. Only when Kyuhyun was being a real jerk did Zhou Mi not at least get most of what Kyuhyun was saying, and his accent went wacky when he was trying to talk louder which didn’t help when Kyuhyun wanted to laugh at a particularly bad butchering of a word.
It wasn’t like they always fought, either. Once they stopped “dating” for two weeks when everything was just… Kyuhyun had it, had too much, had not enough, he didn’t know, but he’d had it. He just wanted to sprawl in his bed and eat whatever he wanted without Zhou Mi nagging about the food he chose, and-
He’d never been more bored in his life.
“Are you just going to break up with me every time you don’t get your way?” Zhou Mi asked, not acting surprised in the least as he stood in a pair of ratty old shorts and ate cereal out of an ugly green bowl.
“Maybe,” Kyuhyun said, frowning when Zhou Mi snorted. No, not like Zhou Mi was just going to take him back because he was something to “do.” Not actually counting the whole doing part, because that had never been a problem. It was a good thing they didn’t actually move in together right away because not having a place to get away probably would have ended in desperate measures. The longest time apart in four years was that two weeks, and by that time everyone they knew that had a brain knew they were dating, and the last time they’d really broken up had been two years earlier.
Zhou Mi had kicked him right out of his apartment with an illogical “Go back to China!” which Kyuhyun still didn’t understand and something Zhou Mi had no explanation for. Kyuhyun didn’t think he’d ever told Zhou Mi that. But the breakup had lasted as long as it took for Kyuhyun to buy ice cream and get back to the apartment. They’d turned it into their catch phrase, joking “Go back to China!” when they forgot to pick up the dishes or they forgot to bring in the mail. They’d invested time and emotion and learning into each other.
“I was never an angry person,” Kyuhyun said, and smacked ZhouMi’s side when he snorted from where he was reading beside Kyuhyun in bed. “Hey, you shouted a lot, too!”
“I was trying to be equally unfair by throwing words at you you couldn’t understand,” Zhou Mi agreed. It wasn’t like they didn’t shout any more, or fight, but usually they could figure out how to get themselves out of the way to fix it.
“I mostly made fun of you,” Kyuhyun said, eyeing Zhou Mi to see how he took that.
He took it by knuckling Kyuhyun’s head and saying, “Go back to China.”
***
Prompt: Qmi shower sex. all is going fantastic until the hot water runs out smut
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“Come on, come on,” Kyuhyun moaned, and tried to get a grip on Zhou Mi’s wet back. He was so close, Zhou Mi teasing him while washing his hair, sucking on his neck while he did his best to “wash” Zhou Mi’s chest. The loofah was who knew where, Zhou Mi stroking into him perfectly, hitting just right until he was gasping at the ceiling and trying not to slip. It had been so hot at first, the steam almost choking him as Zhou Mi gripped him tight.
“Kyuhyun, I-ahhhhhh!”
It was a manful shriek, is what it was. The water didn’t just taper out from hot to lukewarm to- Or maybe it did, and he’d been too busy trying to come. All he knew was one moment he felt overheated and on the edge, and the next second they were shrieking and trying to use each other as shields as they cringed away from the glacier spraying on them.
“Get it,” Zhou Mi sputtered. “Turn it off!”
They had to get the water turned off before it turned them off, dancing out of the shower that had stopped attacking them and scrubbing at their chilled skin.
They stared at each other for a a long moment.
“Bed,” Kyuhyun decided, and it was a race to see who got there first.
***
Prompt: Qmi: Someone catches Kyuhyun reading Qmi fanfiction/Kyu makes the mistake of not clearing his internet history and Mi finds out about it (or Zhou Mi catches Kyu).
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He wasn’t sure why when he was reading that he couldn’t hear. His brain went into auto-pilot, answering questions and agreeing to do things before reverting right back to being immersed in whatever was in front of him. It was probably for that reason he grunted in agreement to…whatever it was Zhou Mi had said, before zoning back in.
His first clue was the breathing on his neck. The second was-
“I think they’re being overly generous regarding girth. Not by a whole lot, but I don’t think I’d make you cry.”
Kyuhyun wondered what a heart attack felt like. Maybe like the panic he experienced right then, bouncing up out of the seat and trying to wedge his entire body between Zhou Mi and the computer screen.
“It’s not-“
“What I think?” Zhou Mi finished for him. Jerk. Giant jerk.
“It’s interesting to see what they write,” Kyuhyun settled on, one of the excuses he’d formulated while worrying that one day someone would find out. And they had. And of course, it had to have been Zhou Mi and not someone he wasn’t reading about. He should’ve just- He had no idea.
“Was it good? Besides me making you cry. Or are there better ones?”
“Well,” he started, before realizing it was a trap, like he was going to lay out his favorite stories that he’d read and admit to doing so more than once. “Hey.”
And he tried to protest as Zhou Mi scooted him to the side, typing quickly and bring up a page.
“These ones are good,” Zhou Mi said.
He knew that name. That title.
“So you…”
“I do,” Zhou Mi said.
Well, and his brain was going to fall out any second. “So you…”
“The dirty ones are fun. I wonder how much is true?”
Kyuhyun sat, his limbs out of his control. Zhou Mi wondered. Zhou Mi wondered, and maybe wondered if he’d ever find out? Zhou Mi wasn’t laughing at him, and wasn’t offended, but talking about a fic they were featured in like it was about someone else was bending his mind. He lasted a good five minutes of interjecting his opinions on the story before the absurdity hit him and he howled between Zhou Mi’s back and the back of the couch. He was having an out of body experience, that was all he could come up with.
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Prompt: QMI This gif http://31.media.tumblr.com/95519dd7531342cc35a44ad10576bd6a/tumblr_n8i6a8O8Zt1qaw92zo3_500.gif and how Zhou Mi likes Kyuhyun's behind more because there is more to hold on to.
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It wasn’t like Kyuhyun couldn’t grip it, because he had, and he’d liked it. Zhou Mi despaired and hey, there were muscles and it was nice to hang on to when he got the chance. But even when Kyuhyun made note of that, pointing out that Zhou Mi’s backside was very nice, looked good in the tight pants he wore, was plenty for Kyuhyun to grab and get into, Zhou Mi had a different opinion.
He liked how Kyuhyun moved in his pants, the way he looked bent over, and how Zhou Mi could mold himself up against it, and the way Zhou Mi’s hands - and he had big hands - couldn’t quite contain Kyuhyun. It had more give, even with the muscles underneath, and Zhou Mi didn’t use the smooth as a baby’s bottom analogy but he had definitely made mention to that one time with the spanking and the handprint he’d left and his fascination with it. They couldn’t do that, Kyuhyun to him, he argued, there just wasn’t enough area. Though Kyuhyun argued right back because hey, he was the one seeing it and he could too leave a hand print if he wanted, and had Zhou Mi seriously ever pinched himself because it was better than just “okay.”
They were just going to have to agree to disagree. (But knowing they disagreed made them feel good all the same.)
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Prompt: Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi have had feelings for each other for a long time but mutually accept they cant be together. One night they have sex and kyuhyun is torn because its ~the best he's ever had~ and he cant help but to go back for more. smut
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It was the worst thing they could do, personally, professionally. He remembered how he learned of Zhou Mi’s feelings all too well, when someone had teased Zhou Mi that he was into Kyuhyun, and Zhou Mi had scoffed and laughed, and then looked at Kyuhyun with something like fear that he’d heard, that he’d thought that, too. And he’d betrayed it as the truth. Zhou Mi had damn near apologized for it, too, when they were alone, before Kyuhyun had stopped that in its entirety. It took several halting sentence before he’d admitted out loud that he’d maybe had a few thoughts like that. It wasn’t just that Zhou Mi was tall and striking, or that his laugh boomed and his eyes shone. There was safety there, a calm even inside of the giddy rush of feelings. He’d have never said he was in love, but he admitted to himself there was love there, for Zhou Mi as a person, as a coworker.
So they shook on it, and that was that. Closure. They could put it behind themselves. It was harder knowing it could’ve been possible, that because of mutual want, they could’ve-
It was just harder, but Kyuhyun did his best and tried not to daydream too much. And it carried them through for years, sweet closeness that no one would have questioned, feelings tempered and tender and buried. They changed, but didn’t go away, much as Kyuhyun would have liked.
It was throwing caution to the wind, Zhou Mi in a towel, shirtless and damp and Kyuhyun felt the rush of heat and stir in his pants. It’d happened dozens of times, sometimes even when they’d shared a room and Kyuhyun had fantasized what they could have been doing instead when he was in the shower.
“Do you want me?” Kyuhyun wondered out loud, and it was not a mistake, a slip, it was a calculated dare on his part. The door was locked, the walls thick, the windows covered. He saw a man in front of him he’d wanted, adored, had almost had to ignore for a time just to be normal.
“What?” Zhou Mi asked, turning fully as though he hadn’t understood, though Kyuhyun knew he had by the curious, lightning fast glance Zhou Mi took down his body.
“When was the last time you had sex?” Kyuhyun asked, and leaned forward in his chair. Zhou Mi laughed, the sound a nervous shifting of his voice, but Kyuhyun didn’t really care how long it had been or with who. “Do you want me? I want you.”
“We said we shouldn’t,” Zhou Mi said, his voice suddenly serious and deep. But Kyuhyun wondered how long it would take before the towel would give and show what Zhou Mi’s body had to say about it. Zhou Mi showed him in other ways, the way he stayed still, the way his hand slid over Kyuhyun’s shoulder after he stood. There were so many words he could’ve said, if he could’ve thought of them all, and none that really felt right.
Kissing Zhou Mi felt right. He’d imagined it dozens of times, thousands, how it would feel, that soft, wide mouth. How it would cover his, kissing in delicate tastes, not for fear of hurting, but for savoring before they were ready to let the barriers down. He didn’t know if being kissed by Zhou Mi would’ve rocked him, if he hadn’t been waiting for it for so long, if he hadn’t been imagining those little fireworks, or-
Zhou Mi felt like an anchor, not one that was dragging him down but keeping him from losing himself entirely. He ran his hands down Zhou Mi’s ribs, his side, the breadth of his back.
“Do you-“
“Yes,” Zhou Mi interrupted him.
It wasn’t a question any more. He’d just wanted to hear it, to let it erase the timidity from his bones, so could he wrap his arms around Zhou Mi’s neck and declare that he wasn’t moving. But he actually felt the air wheeze into his lungs when Zhou Mi gripped his ass and pulled their hips together. Not like he’d forgotten, but he’d been kind of busy. And Zhou Mi was laughing at him, a fact that had Kyuhyun biting at his lip in retaliation, and fighting a losing battle between kissing and touching and moaning.
Zhou Mi almost hissed, his head falling back for a moment as a very, very dirty word left his mouth. And he was glaring as Kyuhyun looked at him, all wide-eyed and amused.
“What?” Kyuhyun wanted to know.
“Don’t ever stop moaning,” Zhou Mi said, and Kyuhyun wondered that his ego didn’t just explode through the roof.
It could be quick. It wasn’t going to be like - Zhou Mi found and held out a tube of something Kyuhyun couldn’t read and thank fuck Zhou Mi had more foresight in the quality of his jerking off than Kyuhyun had - something that lingered. They weren’t going to spend days at it, exposing inch by inch of skin. He hadn’t showered but Zhou Mi didn’t seem to care, tugging at his shirt, nimbly undoing Kyuhyun’s pants, laughing as Kyuhyun had hoped he’d laugh when Kyuhyun dramatically threw away Zhou Mi’s towel, though it landed a whole foot away. But who cared, because Zhou Mi was broad, and warm and he followed Zhou Mi onto the bed, not the other way around, thumbs skimming Zhou Mi’s nipples and staring at his well-kissed lips. Why hadn’t they, and he didn’t care, moaning against Zhou Mi’s mouth as Zhou Mi took such great pleasure in groping his ass and stroking his thighs.
Maybe Zhou Mi liked that a little too much but Kyuhyun was into Zhou Mi’s hips when Zhou Mi wriggled over him, the bright smile just before he’d latched that demon mouth on Kyuhyun’s neck and had him flopping around on the bed helplessly. No marks. No, they knew better than that, but Zhou Mi didn’t stop, all over him like endless magic fingers, and kisses, and the final, hesitant question.
“Kyuhyun?”
Did he want Zhou Mi’s fingers inside him? Did he want to use lube of questionable purpose and thickness to do everything in his power so Zhou Mi could fuck him? Did the earth orbit the sun?
He decided if it worked perfectly well for fingers, they were golden. And his head almost spun, moaning into Zhou Mi’s jaw as Zhou Mi worked two into him. Logic, they didn’t feel any different than his own fingers. Fact, Zhou Mi could’ve made him come just like that.
“Fuck, why are your fingers so long?” he almost whined, and he almost had to slap his hand over Zhou Mi’s mouth before Zhou Mi could start to praise his own penis and how he was just getting Kyuhyun ready to enjoy it.
Whatever, it worked, they fit, and Kyuhyun moaned for every single millimeter of progress until Zhou Mi was biting his shoulder and in him fully.
“How soon do you want this to be over?” Zhou Mi demanded, his voice soft and harsh at the same time.
His body and his brain said two different things. But they weren’t set up for a marathon, and Zhou Mi knew it as he took shallow, introductory thrusts and kissed Kyuhyun until he was wheezing. More of the lube, and it was good enough not sweet any more but determined, focused, reaching for an end they both knew was there lifted his hips to meet Zhou Mi and watched, dazed, as the pleasure wrote over Zhou Mi’s face. He grabbed Zhou Mi’s hand and wrapped it around his cock. Not like it hadn’t been there a few minutes before, but if that was it, if that was all they got, he wanted to come because of Zhou Mi, feel him in every possible way. He couldn’t even think about it, running his hands through Zhou Mi’s hair and sucking at his lips as they kissed, as the bed rocked and groaned beneath them.
“Want to-“ Zhou Mi moaned. Yeah, but it couldn’t last. They were both too close, too much. “Can’t.”
He got to watch Zhou Mi come, gasping desperate, deep in him and his eyes full of Kyuhyun as Kyuhyun moaned for him. Kyuhyun wrapped his hand around Zhou Mi’s, and they jerked him off together. He had Zhou Mi on him. He had Zhou Mi. He had Zhou Mi, and he came, heels skidding on the blanket and Zhou Mi’s eyes on his.
They had such long moments, breathing, caught up together, still with touches, the brush of lips against skin, until Zhou Mi settled beside him, boneless, tired.
And Kyuhyun felt cold, exposed, wondering at their decision, what they’d done.
“I should shower,” he said to the ceiling, and Zhou Mi’s small sound was agreement, but he stayed still as Kyuhyun rose and did just that. He wished he’d have grabbed Zhou Mi’s hand and pulled him from the bed. He could’ve gotten Zhou Mi all wet and flushed.
But Zhou Mi was still in his bed, covered almost to the shoulder and deeply asleep with his eye mask on when Kyuhyun emerged. There was no idle conversation, no giggled late night conversation. But Kyuhyun slept, too.
***
It hadn’t been awkward. Oh, sure, there’d been some self-consciousness, but it had been Zhou Mi, and they’d laughed at each other, and Zhou Mi had felt as amazing as he’d looked, and the orgasm had been amazing. Maybe it was the explosion of hormones of a first time or maybe if Zhou Mi knew how, he’d know how to undo Kyuhyun more, and he’d know every place that made Zhou Mi gasp and go hard in his hands. He thought about it more than he ought to have, not just when he was jerking off, but when he watched Zhou Mi laughing, or when he met Zhou Mi’s eyes and they scoffed at something ridiculous together. Zhou Mi was still Zhou Mi. It was like the fact that they’d gotten naked and had an amazing night in bed was some kind of private fantasy. But he couldn’t just leave it, couldn’t have just ignored it. He didn’t corner Zhou Mi, but when he got Zhou Mi alone in his apartment, it just came out.
“Did you know we’d be that good together?”
It took a moment for it to sink it, but when it did, the look that Zhou Mi sent him was amused. “I’d hoped so.”
Yes, of course they’d obviously both hoped so. Kyuhyun let out a frustrated breath.
“Do you ever think of…?”
Doing it again, maybe. Having an extra helping. Or maybe just thought of it fondly, instead of some kind of convenient getting off.
“I’ve thought about it,” Zhou Mi admitted, and said absolutely nothing. “Though the reasons we started out with haven't changed.“
And fuck the reasons. Okay, but not really. They couldn’t take out a billboard, but they didn’t have to ignore it either.
“Maybe we could forget what we agreed on,” Kyuhyun said.
“But why?” Zhou Mi wanted to know. And he didn’t ask to be obtuse, twisting on the couch so he could face Kyuhyun, looking at Kyuhyun in a way that made him want to squirm. It was a good question. It deserved a good answer.
“Because we're good together, I think. Not just in bed.”
Zhou Mi’s lips twitched. “So you don’t just want to sleep with me.”
“I always want to sleep with you,” Kyuhyun clarified, and Zhou Mi laughed so hard he nearly curled right off the couch. Well, and that was invitation enough, leaning over and resting his head on Zhou Mi’s hip where Zhou Mi had flopped sideways, reaching out and getting one of Zhou Mi’s hands.
“Ninja dating idols,” Kyuhyun said.
He hadn’t been ready before. Not for dating, and maybe not for Zhou Mi. Maybe he wasn’t all the way then, but Zhou Mi huffed into the couch pillow and squeezed his fingers.
“It was good,” Zhou Mi mused.
Though Kyuhyun thought he was just praising himself.
***
Prompt: qmi. when kyu is lonely or sad he goes to Mi. Or zhou mi sometimes just discovers kyu in his apartment with out kyu asking permission or telling him he'll drop by. or both.
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There was an oasis. And its name was Zhou Mi. Zhou Mi knew it himself, knew it because sometimes he’d come home and there would be a light on that he didn’t remember. His first thought wasn’t that someone had broken in, or a fan had somehow gotten in. He just knew that when he got to where he could see, Kyuhyun would be curled in the corner of the couch deemed “his” just waiting for Zhou Mi to get home. Sometimes he was just resting there, passing time on his phone doing whatever. Sometimes he was there, not doing anything at all, silent and still. And those two extremes told Zhou Mi which mood Kyuhyun was it. The first, he was bored or looney and he wanted to be with people but only certain people. Zhou Mi was one of those. The second, he was having feelings, but not positive ones. He needed to be coddled, or needed to talk, or just needed to be near Zhou Mi.
Zhou Mi didn’t mind either of those, whether Kyuhyun showed up when Zhou Mi was out, or if he let himself in when Zhou Mi was home. He watched a smile curve on Kyuhyun’s lips as he draped himself over Kyuhyun’s side, and gave him a hug hello.
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Prompt: Hi ColeyColey♡ may I request QMi coffeeshop AU where Mi is the new manager of Kyu's family cafe's China branch? They start off on the wrong foot but eventually become close~ Thanks sweetie ♡♡♡
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It was a bit of a misunderstanding. Kyuhyun had some constructive criticism for the cafe. Zhou Mi had laughed.
Translation error. Perception error. Zhou Mi didn’t know until three hours after, thinking that Kyuhyun was just stiff by nature. He’d gotten less so as the day had gone on, but when Zhou Mi was finally enlightened, things made a lot more sense. It was not strange that clarity of speech made a difference, but clarifying after the face, sitting and putting on his most serious face - the face some of the employees called scary - went a long way to Kyuhyun taking him seriously and not thinking he was some fluttery bird meant to look good when taking care of the cafe.
When they met again two months later, Kyuhyun was the one who joked about the misunderstanding, making Zhou Mi groan and drop his head in embarrassment. What he didn’t have embarrassment for: the numbers. For a fledgeling cafe, the earnings were solid, and they were growing. Zhou Mi had had to hire two new staff members to keep up, letting another two go and replacing them with more motivation. He was their cheerleader, their scheduler, their mentor. He was the one who frowned at them when they arrived late, or tried to leave early.
“How many people in the cafe come to see you?” Kyuhyun wondered, leaning onto the cafe counter on the quiet end. “I think some of your staff think you hung the moon.”
“We have good people,” Zhou Mi said. “Some of them probably wouldn’t go home if I let them stay here.”
“Would you be talking about yourself?”
Zhou Mi drew up for a moment, offended, before he burst out laughing. “Okay, some days.”
“How many days a week do you close and open?” Kyuhyun asked.
Zhou Mi shook his head, moving to the machine so he could begin to make tea for them. “I trained myself out of doing both. I do better at night, so I found someone I trusted to do all the opens. It makes us both happier. Once a twice a month do I open too at most. But if I do that I stay and sleep in a booth.”
“Buy Zhou Mi a cot,” Kyuhyun said out loud as he mimed writing something.
“You’d better buy two,” Zhou Mi said, watching the fill of hot water into the mug. “You’d have to take the other to make sure someone isn’t napping mid-shift.”
“You mean you wouldn’t mind having me around more?”
Oh. Not the least obvious fish for information.
“Enjoy your tea,” Zhou Mi said, and put the completed cup in front of Kyuhyun. He thought his smile spoke for him.
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Prompt: qmi https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BvEeDiOCQAAL2S1.jpg Zhou Mi's reaction to this
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“Do you have a secret, Kuixian?” Zhou Mi sing-songed, which was a clue all its own to be wary.
“A secret about?” Kyuhyun asked.
Zhou Mi waved the phone at him, finally holding it still enough so that Kyuhyun could see what he was looking at. It was a blown-up section of the picture with Siwon beside him, and some gathered red cloth at his stomach, which made it look like-
“Are you expecting?” Zhou Mi asked, seventeen shades of sly.
“Expecting dinner,” Kyuhyun said. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Maybe it’s twins. He looks excited, so you never know.”
“That’s his default face!” Kyuhyun said, and scowled that Zhou Mi even managed to get a rise out of him about it.
Twins. Zhou Mi was quietly laughing, shuffling through pictures and showing Kyuhyun his favorites. It was slightly mollifying to know Zhou Mi thought he’d looked good, that he thought the performance went good. Granted, he’d known all of that well before there were any posts made about it. And then Zhou Mi held up a picture with their cheeks pressed together, Zhou Mi making some kind of strange kissy face.
“If they saw the pictures we took together that day, they wouldn’t be wondering who the father was,” Zhou Mi said, and yelped as Kyuhyun’s knuckles dug into his thigh.
***
Prompt: Qmi have sex on the kitchen counter. (Ryeowook/someone else walks in on them.) smut
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They’d joked his butt was a shelf but it was something different to actually be put almost on a shelf and- Kyuhyun moaned and reveled in the fact that dating a tall guy was really, really worth it.
“If I smash my balls on accident, I expect you to take care of me,” Zhou Mi grunted, and it almost made Kyuhyun laugh out loud except that he was gurgling as Zhou Mi’s hips began to speed up. He kissed Zhou Mi’s neck and felt him rumble, grinning, digging his fingers into Zhou Mi’s shoulders, drawing a breath in counterpoint to Zhou Mi.
“You guys!”
Zhou Mi tried to pull away and Kyuhyun tried to pull him closer as a shield and it was an epic struggle that ended up with Zhou Mi plastered against him and Kyuhyun’s thighs clamped onto his hips. If he’d had a kitchen towel, he’d have used it instead but the closest one was in…Ryeowook’s hand.
“We make food here,” Ryeowook said, like that really mattered at the moment. It wasn’t like he could pull up his pants. “Have you done this before?”
There was an edge to it, like Ryeowook was imagining they needed to bleach the counters every day or something.
“First time?” Zhou Mi offered from Kyuhyun’s shoulder, ever so subtly trying to move so many he could do up his own pants. Kyuhyun was having none of it.
“Let us finish and we’ll never do it again,” Kyuhyun swore.
Ryeowook walked away and it felt like he’d disappointed his father. At least, until Zhou Mi’s hips twitched.
“Come on,” Kyuhyun said and drowned all of Zhou Mi’s protests with a kiss. They had to hurry, before someone else walked in on them - someone who’d mock them or just sit and wait for them to be done or leave. No, he was getting what he’d come for. Or, who he wanted to come for.
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Prompt: Kyu is playing a Xbox Live game with kyuline. Mi seduces him and convinces him to have sex while Kyu carries on playing the game. Kyu has to be quiet or his friends will hear but Mi is doing his best to make it impossible to be quiet.
smut
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“Ok-ay.”
It came out so breathy, his eyes wide on the TV screen with Zhou Mi pressed against his back. All he had were questions in he is ear, why he wasn’t moving, what he was doing.
“I’m just. No, yes. Go. That way, I’m going-“
He grimaced, swallowing a moan as Zhou Mi’s teeth scraped against the top of his shoulder. He should’ve said no or turned off the TV so he could focus, but Zhou Mi had challenged him, that little smirk as he kissed the inside of Kyuhyun’s wrist and wouldn’t let himself be shooed away. It felt like he was trying to think on two lines, everything that Zhou Mi was doing, trying to balance and keep his controller in his hand, trying not to moan out loud as the pleasure got intense.
All he could see was a wall, and then he heard the jeers as he came, and Zhou Mi was going to give him a complex he swore.
“Are you texting with Zhou Mi?” Minho complained in his ear while Changmin laughed like a jerk in the background.
He groaned, flopping bonelessly back against Zhou Mi.
“Yeah, I’m texting him. Now start playing better or I really will beat you.”
Zhou Mi laughed into his shoulder and Kyuhyun pinched him, rubbing his head against Zhou Mi’s for a second before focusing his attention back on the screen.
And then he took his friends to school.
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Prompt: Qmi have been seeing/sleeping with each other for years without telling anyone or really defining their relationship. Someone finds out/walks in on them.
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Kyuhyun remembered their eyes, the way they widened, the way they averted and how Kyuhyun couldn’t do or say anything, caught under Zhou Mi, the moan in his throat only for Zhou Mi’s ears.
The mood was lost, Zhou Mi’s eyes worried as he pulled his sweater over his head.
“You don’t have to-“ Kyuhyun started, trying to be noble or something.
“I’m not going to make you face them alone,” Zhou Mi told him, and his grip on Kyuhyun’s arm was way more reassuring that trying-not-to-be-worried smile.
And it wasn’t like any of the others were known for beating around the bush.
“So you’re dating?” Hyukjae asked, just before Sungmin raised an eyebrow and wondered, “How long have you been sleeping together?”
Like he was suspicious they’d done it on his bed or something. As if they would have.
“A few years,” Kyuhyun said, directing his words to Sungmin, and to Hyukjae he faltered.
“We’re friends,” Zhou Mi filled in for him, his hand smoothing along the small of Kyuhyun’s back.
That sparked a whole new round of questions and disbelief, and Kyuhyun thought he heard something about a pool going on that someone had lost. No, they weren’t dating. They didn’t…date. They got together, they ate, they had sex, they slept over, and talked, and texted, and-
Zhou Mi was the person he wanted to protect.
If Zhou Mi was surprised that Kyuhyun dragged him back toward his room instead of showing him to the door, he didn’t show it, sitting, hands on his thighs, on Kyuhyun’s bed. They’d talked about what happened when everyone found out, because it had been inevitable, as careful as they had been.
When Kyuhyun angled between Zhou Mi’s knees and tilted up his head, Zhou Mi kissed him back, meeting him, kiss for kiss, soft and slow, matching him. Zhou Mi’s hands smoothed along Kyuhyun’s thighs, his hips, like he was wondering what Zhou Mi wanted, but was going along with ii. He’d always been that way. Steady. Available. When Kyuhyun needed an outlet, he had Zhou Mi. He’d said Kyuhyun’s name like it was precious to him, held him, protected him.
And the look on his face was so pleased as Kyuhyun pulled away.
“What was that for?”
“Are we dating?” Kyuhyun wondered, and Zhou Mi blinked at him.
“No? You said it was best if-“
It was so easy to cut Zhou Mi off with a kiss and Zhou Mi didn’t shove him back, actually gripping his hips and kissing him. Maybe… He’d said so many things. If they kept it light, there was no reason for it to stop. They could have fun, be close, and never lose that. They wouldn’t have to overthink it.
But he’d gotten much of what he’d thought he wanted out of a relationship anyway.
“If we were dating, what would you want from me anyway?” Kyuhyun asked. They’d address the decisions they’d made or hadn’t made some other time.
“Endless hugs,” Zhou Mi said. “Sleeping beside you. Eating with you.”
Things they had done all along.
Maybe Zhou Mi got the picture when Kyuhyun wrapped his arms around Zhou Mi and didn’t let go.
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Prompt: SJM fights over who gets to call Zhou Mi "Pabo" in their Guest House trailer but Kyuhyun eventually won? *hugs*
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“If I say it, no one will believe I mean it,” Kyuhyun said, torn between arguing and stuffing his face with the noodles they had bought.
“If you say it, everyone will believe you mean it,” Donghae joked, and ducked as a straw wrapper flew past his head. Only, his elbow almost upended his food and a quick save by Ryeowook was the only reason he wasn’t begging the others for leftovers.
And of course, Zhou Mi was blinking at them like he had no idea what they were discussing, all cute and innocent which was a total lie.
“Do you believe it?” Kyuhyun asked, batting his eyelashes and making at least three people around the table bark out a laugh.
“Me? I don’t know what that word means,” Zhou Mi said, the corners of his lips twitching.
“Unless it’s directed at someone else!”
Zhou Mi actually laughed, clicking his chopsticks together. “Isn’t that they best way?”
“I’m still going to do it.”
And Zhou Mi ended up pouting that anyone else would fight him for it, which made Kyuhyun give them the evil eye.
In the end everyone was satisfied, because no one played cutely exasperated together like they did.
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Prompt: racecar AU - fornicating on the hood of an aston martin smut
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It purred under his hands in a different way than Kyuhyun did, hugging the corners like a lover and moving at his command when he was secured inside. It was a different kind of a thrill to sprawl Kyuhyun onto it, his shirt up over his belly and pants askew.
“Don’t scratch the logos,” Zhou Mi said, and Kyuhyun sneered at him, spreading his hands on the bright paint and tipping up his head so Zhou Mi could do what he promised and kiss him until he came.
They were going to give the car a blessing, of sorts. Not that he needed to think of Kyuhyun writhing on the hood as he made his moves, but-
He needed to think of it all the rest of the time.
When KYuhyun moaned, it rumbled, not like the car, like a man, sweat in the hollow of his collarbones, his neck. He caught the second moan against his lips, catching up Kyuhyun’s hips and drove him. He gleamed like the car did in full sun, slick and tight and groaning for more. He knew what it was to be on the adrenaline edge, but it was different than that, it was-
It was personal, pleasure of a different kind, his body and more when Kyuhyun moaned his name. The car could be driven by anyone, but Kyuhyun chose him. Kyuhyun moaned for him. Kyuhyun came for him, for his stroking hand, falling on his belly, his shirt, on the paint. And Zhou Mi ams to the sound of his name, moaning into Kyuhyun’s neck and drowning in the heat of him.
“You got my car dirty,” Kyuhyun complained. “I just got her clean.”
But Kyuhyun was laughing against his mouth. Clean, it’d be just as easy to polish the car up, and no one would be the wiser. Just them.
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Prompt: QMi in Victorian London, one of them is having problems of a supernatural sort and the other is trying to investigate. Thank you! In a bit of a Penny Dreadful mood xD
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The curling sound of the wolf’s howl made the hairs stand up on the back of Zhou Mi’s neck. He wasn’t sure whether to reach for his neckcloth or the bottom of his waistcoat so as to cover as much area as possible.
His borrowed horse seemed to agree, shifting beside him.
“Two more minutes and we leave,” Zhou Mi promised.
It wasn’t as though a wolf would go into the town, not without cause. There wasn’t any lack of game, but the body… The body had been savaged, not eaten. Dogs had gotten onto it, but they hadn’t been the ones to leave the prints, or the bite marks.
“It was no dog,” a voice agreed out of the shadow, and Zhou Mi’s jolt had the horse snorting and dancing against the hedgerow.
“Was I thinking out loud?” Zhou Mi asked, waiting for the man to come into view and relaxing when it was a face that matched the voice.
“Your face was,” Kyuhyun said, and he laid back the hood of his traveling cloak. Expecting rain, perhaps, Zhou Mi though, glancing up at the clear sky and the half moon. He’d gone because he’d heard the little village had had troubles, had left the safety of Town to do what he could. His home was there, his servants, the village they patronized. People had lost sheep, had lost sleep, and one had lost their life.
“Will you help, then?”
Kyuhyun had been the only one recommended to him, one of a dozen that he’d written to and the only one who had answered.
The horse did not shy from Kyuhyun’s touch, nuzzling into his palm, and so Zhou Mi was inclined to believe him when he agreed.
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Prompt: Qmi: Kyu secretly rubbing Mi’s legs under the table in a restaurant while eating out with the group. Slowly, over the evening, both of their hormones start to slowly play up more and more until Kyu’s hand eventually goes into Mi’s pants
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Such an inconspicuous thing, really. Zhou Mi had a lot of leg, Kyuhyun had a hand, and so it was a way of keeping connected. Sometimes if Zhou Mi’s legs were crossed, he’d fiddle with Zhou Mi’s ankle, or his pockets, or if they were right up close, rub over whatever interesting material his pants were made of. It wasn’t like he was trying to get Zhou Mi hard, or make his life for difficult. Sometimes it got impossible to avoid, though, the longer a dinner went on, when his hand started feeling like the skin was being worn off and rubbing up and down the approved stripe of leg was a little dull. No one could’ve blamed him for his hand dipping down into Zhou Mi’s inner thigh, going a bit higher than he should’ve and making Zhou Mi sit up a bit, but nothing to make him stop.
He just kept touching, reminiscent of movie dates when they were starting to get to know each other, and after, when it was impossible to keep their hands off. And Zhou Mi started moving into his touch instead of away, fumbling for a word as the back of Kyuhyun’s hand brushed his zipper. For the first time, he was glad the table they were seated at was high and tight, because no one could see on their side of the table, not when Zhou Mi was fully hard and grabbing Kyuhyun’s hand so he could rub against it, or when Kyuhyun dragged down the zipper for better access.
He teased, until Zhou Mi leaned into him and nearly started gnawing on his neck.
“When we get home,” Zhou Mi said, and Kyuhyun wasn’t sure if that was a plea or a threat.
But he excused them both anyway - making sure Zhou Mi was nicely buttoned up again. He tried not to laugh at Zhou Mi’s pained smile as they said their goodbyes, but he had to keep his coat in his lap the whole ride home with Zhou Mi chuckling against him.
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Prompt: qmi Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun can't go on dates in public because of fans, so they only have the time to date in plain sight on TV shows.
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It was something to know that they were flirting with each other, in essence having a moment alone in the midst of all of the movement and lights and laughter. Zhou Mi’s ears were sharp, catching cues, but he was also close, catching at Kyuhyun’s waist, at his shoulder, whispering close to him translations that felt like sweetest words. If they could not go out to restaurants like that, they could do so on TV, getting smiles from hosts as though in approval for something they had no idea. It made for good visuals, the way they leaned together, so much better than when they had been scared almost to look at each other for fear that someone would guess.
“He has the best pronunciation,” Zhou Mi said, smiling at Kyuhyun.
No one asked why that was. Why, when the others stumbled, and he stumbled too, Kyuhyun could do just a bit better. It was because he couldn’t go out with Zhou Mi. Those words they shared were so much more weighty, the long talks they had. Zhou Mi didn’t correct his every word, but Kyuhyun listened, and when it was terrible, Zhou Mi said so. When Kyuhyun spoke with words Zhou Mi had taught him, those were hugs and kisses and dates right there, something special shared between them.
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Prompt: Qmi have a long night of incredible hot sex. It gets really intense and a little rougher than usual. The next morning, Kyu wakes up holding Mi and notices that he has left bites and bruises on Mi’s body and feels bad.
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Zhou Mi was on his back, his jaw askew and very…attractively fast asleep, Kyuhyun thought, chuckling as he turned on his side. There was a red mark on Zhou Mi’s neck and for a moment he felt pleased, glad he had left a little proof of the night previous. And then, he saw the red welts, bite marks on Zhou Mi’s shoulder. That was what had him half sitting up, dragging at the sheet to see scattered marks down Zhou Mi’s torso, places he had sucked and worried with his teeth, drawing them out and luxuriating in Zhou Mi’s moans, the way Zhou Mi had gripped at Kyuhyun’s shoulders, his hair.
Some of them looked angry, and Kyuhyun hissed, finding another pink patch on Zhou Mi’s belly.
“Want more so soon?” Zhou Mi asked, his voice rough with sleep.
“It looks like I need to get you some antibiotic cream instead,” Kyuhyun said, half awed and mostly horrified by the scattered marks ranging from pink to purpling. They got wild sometimes, he knew that, but he’d never- He’d been so exhausted, so pleased, he’d fallen back into bed before Zhou Mi and had probably been asleep before his muscles had fully relaxed. And Zhou Mi scratched at his belly, totally unconcerned by it.
“Why, did you break the skin?” he asked, trying to stare down without actually lifting his head.
“No, but. It looks like I chewed on you! How-“
“Felt good. Felt better after,” Zhou Mi said, waggling his brows. “Did I tell you to stop?”
Well. No.
“You should look at yourself in a mirror,” Kyuhyun decided. Zhou Mi just wasn’t quite getting the whole picture.
Kyuhyun was mostly suffocated in Zhou Mi’s neck as Zhou Mi snuffled into his hair. He got his head turned, grunting as Zhou Mi’s arm squeezed around him.
“I should’ve been more gentle,” Kyuhyun muttered, and his eyes went a little weird when Zhou Mi lifted his knees there were several more marks zig-zagging down Zhou Mi’s thigh.
What Kyuhyun didn’t see or know was the assorted marks on his own skin, one on the back of his shoulder, one just below his elbow, on his belly. Zhou Mi tried to make patterns out of them as they stared at themselves in the mirror. They were going to be varying shades of green and yellow and purple in a few days.
“They really don’t hurt?” Kyuhyun said, poking one of the darkest marks.
And Zhou Mi squawked and pinched his side. “Maybe when you do that!”
They apologized to each other with a nice, long, hot shower, and Kyuhyun went willingly because there was a particular gleam in Zhou Mi’s eye that he wanted to know more about.
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Prompt: A Qmi fluff based on this? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XqW0ElFr6nU Where Mi refused to translate (or mistranslated) something for Kyu because it was something bad about himself. Thanks so much <3 n
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The words hung out in the air and Zhou Mi fought the giggle as Kyuhyun looked at him with such expectation.
“He says I am very hardworking and smart,” Zhou Mi said, which was not exactly how Kyuhyun had jokingly tried to put it. Of course, Kyuhyun didn’t know how to put it himself in Mandarin either, though Kyuhyun knew for certain Zhou Mi hadn’t translated his words exactly.
“No, no, no, no,” Kyuhyun said, waving his hands as Zhou Mi nodded emphatically.
“I said it right!”
“Do you understand Korean?”
“I’m translating, aren’t I?” Zhou Mi asked smug, forgetting that they had people staring at them.
“Zhou Mi is,” Kyuhyun started off in Mandarin, groping mentally for the words he was trying to find.
“Handsome? Tall? Good at dancing? Stylish?” Zhou Mi suggested and Kyuhyun kept flapping a hand at him because he was interrupting his thought process every time he threw something out.
“You’re ridiculous!”
“Fascinating,” Zhou Mi translated, and Kyuhyun gurgled.
“Say what I’m saying! You’re terrible!”
“He admires me,” Zhou Mi said, and kept laughing as Kyuhyun stood up and tried to be menacing. The audience was laughing too when Zhou Mi pulled him into a hug and thanked him for all the wonderful things he’d said.
“Zhou Mi is the best,” Kyuhyun said, in flawless Mandarin, his arm still around Zhou Mi’s shoulders. He leaned his head against Kyuhyun’s and smiled.
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Prompt: Zhou Mi gets drunk one night and gets Kyuhyun's name tattooed on his body. He's embarrassed by it and tries to hide it but Kyuhyun eventually finds out~ please?
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It was in Chinese characters, of course, two of them that were surrounded by fading ink, and little stars and sparkles. Zhou Mi wasn’t sure if he was more mortified that he had Kyuhyun’s name permanently inked into his skin, or that he’d managed to get it bedazzled onto him as well.
He’d been so perfectly unaware of it at first, getting up, thinking things were normal. Then he caught sight of a bandaging beneath the waistband of his briefs when he turned around. And there, just below his right lower back, was Kyuhyun’s name. Of course, in the mirror it was backwards, and his hungover brain took a second to really process.
It was a temporary tattoo, he’d thought. Someone was pranking him and had drawn onto him.
But no, it wasn’t. And it it healed agonizingly slow as he suddenly became obsessed with making sure either his pants were high or his shirt was low. At least, it was in a place he could easily hide. It wasn’t like it was on his arm or worse. He became touchy about people touching his lower back, or standing behind him. He made plans, thoughts how he could get it altered, have it removed. One day, he swore.
And it was a particularly loud bathroom fan that exposed him, humming in the pleasantly hazy air and rubbing a towel over his head. He blinked through shower-watery eyes and realized Kyuhyun had walked right in.
He turned, but that wasn’t fast enough, because he didn’t even know how long Kyuhyun had been there, and he didn’t know if his towel was high enough, and he couldn’t turn too far because-
“You have a tattoo?” Kyuhyun asked, and he sounded so intrigued, like Zhou Mi had just risen a notch or two in his estimation.
“Oh, that?” Zhou Mi laughed, trying to play it off. “Yeah, for a while. It’s- Kyuhyun!”
Kyuhyun grabbed at him, wanting a better look, and Zhou Mi was trying to snap the towel and get him to back off, and Kyuhyun was laughing like Zhou Mi was being silly. Nothing dramatic happened like the towel falling, but in his wiggling and turning and fending Kyuhyun off, he got his back to the mirror, and thus, Kyuhyun’s eyes on his back.
“I just want to see,” Kyuhyun said, and squinted at the marks. “You have a tattoo of… You have a tattoo of my name?”
Why. Why him. Anyone else could’ve been bribed to secrecy on the provision that they got to laugh at him forever about it. Kyuhyun, that didn’t work.
“I was drunk,” Zhou Mi offered, and Kyuhyun for some reason looked even more intrigued. That did sound more incriminating.
“Was one of the members with you?”
What a nice excuse that would’ve been. What a prank. “No?”
“And you kept it?”
Zhou Mi might have responded if Kyuhyun’s fingertips hadn’t started tracing the lines of the tattoo, touching without permission but not without being allowed. He’d kept it for so many reasons. He could’ve made so many excuses.
“I…” he started.
“It looks good on you,” Kyuhyun said, his cheek resting against Zhou Mi’s shoulder. And Zhou Mi lost his breath.
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Prompt: qmi industry gossip gets out that Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi are gay and dating.
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It appeared as bits of gossip first, so sly, no one truly using names, at first just whispers. It was protection in a way, spoken quietly. It wasn’t the typical jokes, the nudging of fan rumors or fan preferences that inevitably went around with sly winks and little laughs. But it wasn’t just pretend, not some fiction created and perpetuated to spark imaginations. It was inevitable one of them heard it, someone not even knowing they were talking about someone in earshot. But that was different than the others, the ones who knew, or thought they knew, the ones who looked at Kyuhyun would curiosity. He didn’t get malice, so much, except from the ones who were over it, but no one sneered at him.
There had to have been someone else out there, too. Maybe those who were gay, but also those with secrets, with people they were close to and wanted to protect.
“Do you know how bad this could go? If we know, if we suspect, if it gets out-“
Initials in the paper. Pictures. Kyuhyun lifted his chin and gave away nothing, not even truly thanking them for their concern. It was well-meaning.
He turned at a hand on his shoulder, a whispered, “You have all of our support,” in his ear.
That was just one person. That one person, even if they couldn’t all support openly, represented more. It wasn’t the same world, it wouldn’t be the same forever. Maybe Zhou Mi wondered why Kyuhyun smiled at him after that, but he didn’t after, not when Kyuhyun whispered what he’d heard. There just had to be one.
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Prompt: http://youtu.be/IqebEymqFS8 qmi based on this? it's so cute :3
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Waiting for the surgery to be over had been the hardest part. Kyuhyun had met the surgeon several times, and knew the hospital was well staffed, but there were so many things that could go wrong. Minutes ticked away, waiting as he tried to distract himself, watching as other doctors emerged, talking to other people, giving reassuring smiles. A little after he was expecting, and at the point in which he’d actively started to ache in worry, it was his own turn.
“He’s a little out of it, but he did just fine. He’ll need to take it easy for the next couple of days, no lifting anything. And I’ll see him in a week for a followup.”
That was all well and good, and Kyuhyun thanked the doctor fervently, following a nurse to the room that Zhou Mi had been returned to post-surgery. He was awake, the ugly blue cap they’d put on him already removed and his hair askew, but he looked good. The little machine off to the size did a little whir and buzz, taking Zhou Mi’s vitals as they monitored him.
“Hey, you look good, handsome,” Kyuhyun said, his lips twitching as he walked up beside Zhou Mi, smoothing down a flyaway lock of hair. Zhou Mi’s head turned deliberately, like he was drunk.
“Oh,” Zhou Mi said, his eyes bright. “Oh. Are you my nurse?”
It was warbled, very much not Zhou Mi’s normal method of speaking, and Kyuhyun had to fight down the urge to chuckle.
“Not right now. I will be when we get you home, though.”
“You’re going home with me? Wow. You’re really pretty.”
They’d said Zhou Mi was out of it, and at first he’d thought Zhou Mi had been teasing. The way Zhou Mi was looking him over like he was a particularly interesting specimen he’d never seen before seemed to indicate otherwise.
“I’m not actually your nurse,” Kyuhyun told him, and he got a very suspicious, uncertain stare. “I’m your boyfriend.”
“You’re MY boyfriend?” Zhou Mi asked, his voice rising, louder and amazed. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. My name is Kyuhyun. Kuixian.”
“My boyfriend? You mean I get to kiss you?” And with the question Zhou Mi’s eyes bugged out a little.
“For a few years now, at least,” KYuhyun said, squeezing Zhou Mi’s flopping, aimless hand.
“Wow,” Zhou Mi repeated, just overwhelmed by the whole thought of it apparently. “Can I take you on a date, darling?”
“You can take me anywhere,” Kyuhyun assured him, his heart squeezing a little from Zhou Mi’s obvious, innocent, joy. It almost felt like he was seeing something he shouldn’t, something private, but it made him want to laugh and somehow to weep a little at the same time, because it was an opinion from a Zhou Mi who didn’t even know better, and he thought he was a lucky man. Zhou Mi lapsed into sleep a few minutes later, muttering to himself about boyfriends and pretty lips.
He was roused by a nurse, and he greeted her, his eyes swinging to Kyuhyun and smile curving his lips, and Zhou Mi knew him.
“Kuixian. I made it.”
He kissed the back of Zhou Mi’s hand. They both had.
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