太完美 (Perfection) - mimin
太完美 (Perfection)
PG-13
Zhou Mi/Sungmin
Genre: Fluff, Romance
summary: Zhou Mi owns a bakery. Sungmin is his best customer. Love ensues.
warning: major major major tooth rotting fluuuuuff.
beta: mertlekang
a/n: i'm so bad at this. been working on this thing for like, 3 weeks. 100 words a day is ftw.
The birds were chirping cheerfully, and Zhou Mi had been just about ready to close up when he heard the doorbell ring, it's chime ringing through the small cafe.
“Oh, I'm sorry, we're -” he said in accented Korean, looking up to see a young man standing in front of him. He was short, much shorter then Zhou Mi himself, with dark brown hair and large, coffee coloured eyes. His lips were pursed and he was looking at the ground, rocking back and forth on his heels.
“Please, anything,” the man said, a little quietly for Zhou Mi's liking, sounding almost like a plea or beg. “Do you have anything left? I'll pay more than it's worth,” he continued, gazing around at the pastries on the shelves. “Are these for sale?” he asked, pointing in the direction of some bright pink cupcakes that Zhou Mi had baked earlier that day.
“Er, yes,” Zhou Mi answered, flicking his wrist as his sleeve got caught in a glob of icing that had fallen onto the counter top. “How many do you want?”
“Just one,” the man answered cheerfully, looking through his white Prada bag, and that's when Zhou Mi noticed that this man must have been rich. He was wearing all designer clothes, his hair was neat and tidy, and Zhou Mi was positive he was wearing some of that hip-fashionable “Nature” makeup or whatever they called it. His boots had so many knots and ties on them Zhou Mi vaguely wondered how long it took him just to get dressed. “Ah, found it! So what's the damage?”
He pressed the 'pink and strawberry cream' button on his cash register and whistled, moving to the display to take one of the cupcakes. “Three thousand and forty won,” he answered, holding up the cupcake. “In a bag?”
“No thanks,” the man smiled and slipped a ten thousand won bill over the counter. Zhou Mi took the bill and reached for his cash register, calculating how much he would need to give back when the man touched his arm gently, tilting his head. “There's no need for that,” he said wistfully, taking the cupcake in between his delicate looking fingers. “Thank you! Goodbye!”
Zhou Mi stared at the ten thousand bill as if it had grown legs before sighing and closing the cash register. He had some weird customers, sometimes, and this man was no different then any of the others.
/
The man came back at almost the exact same time the next day, this time wearing a baby blue plaid shirt and hot pink skinny jeans. “Hello!” he said with a large grin and a wave, bowing slightly to Zhou Mi.
Zhou Mi nodded to him, heading towards the same display of cupcakes he had taken before, until he saw Sungmin shake his head. He watched as Sungmin poked the glass, directly in front of a group of red velvet cupcakes that were solely reserved for weddings and parties. “One of these, today,” he smiled at Zhou Mi softly, his eyes shining and his cheeks dusted with rosy red blush.
“Okay,” he answered, not saying anything else as he took the red velvet cupcake and put it on the counter. “Four thousand won, please,” he said and Sungmin handed him a ten thousand won bill, the same as the day before. “Why?”
Sungmin didn't answer as he took his cupcake, licking his lips and licking off the curled tip. “Thanks again!” he bowed and left the shop, the ringing sound making Zhou Mi shake his head and snap out of his haze. Oh, well, he was getting more won out of it, so he guessed it was okay if the man came a few minutes late.
/
He continued to come back every day for the next week, ordering a new cupcake everyday, giving him a ten thousand won bill and leaving.
So, of course, Zhou Mi was quite surprised when he came at three o'clock in the afternoon, wearing a white, tucked in shirt and dress pants.
“Oh,” Zhou Mi blinked and scrambled to fix his hair. “I didn't... I wasn't expecting you,” he said, plastering a smile on his face but it came out more as a grimace.
“Sorry,” the man smiled, dark circles under his eyes and his skin pale. “I went to school today, and I have choir soon, but I wanted to get a treat before I went,” he looked at the display. “I want the first one.”
Zhou Mi looked at him oddly, shaking his head. “Pardon?”
“The first one I ever ordered,” the man explained quickly. “I don't remember what it was. It was my favourite.”
Zhou Mi smiled and picked up the pink and strawberry cream cupcake, handing it directly to the other. The man made a move to rummage through his dark blue designer bag - he seemed to have a new one everyday - when Zhou Mi cleared his throat.
“Huh?” he asked, taken by surprise and Zhou Mi laughed heartily.
“No need to pay, today,” he said as he motioned with his hand to the next customer. “Think of it as paying back for all the times you overpaid.”
“Okay,” the man giggled. “My name is Sungmin.”
“Zhou Mi,” he answered and Sungmin giggled again. Zhou Mi frowned and Sungmin pointed at his chest, covering his mouth with his hand and looking down at the counter. Zhou Mi looked down at his shirt, pulling the fabric and he sighed, realizing that he had a name tag.
“Bye, Zhou Mi,” Sungmin said happily as he took a bite of his cupcake, walking out the door, a skip to his step.
And thus, no longer was he called “the rich man who came at closing and spent way too much” but now “the rich man named Sungmin who came at closing and spent way too much.”
/
“So, where are you from, Zhou Mi-sshi?” Sungmin asked one day as he leaned over the counter, his elbows scraping against the marble as he rested his head on his hand and took a bite of his white-frosted cupcake.
“Wuhan,” he answered as he vaguely wondered why he wasn't telling Sungmin to move. A muscular lady with large eyebrows and a frilly, flower-patterned dress seemed to be going insane with impatience, standing behind Sungmin.
“Oh, that's cool,” Sungmin said pleasantly with a goofy grin. “I have a friend from China. His name is Han Geng, he goes out with my roommate, Heechul hyung. He's scary,” he rambled, waving his unused hand in an exaggerated motion.
“Han Geng?” Zhou Mi asked, confused. “I know a Han Geng too. One hundred and eighty-one centimetres, born in Mudanjiang, has a husky named Rider?”
Sungmin looked shocked for a moment and he scrambled to recover. “Yeah, yeah. How do you know him?”
“Our parents are friends,” Zhou Mi answered, still in a bit of a shock.
Sungmin paused and a pregnant silence filed between them before the shorter man laughed. “What a small world,” he murmured, suddenly looked solemn.
“Yeah,” he answered with a nervous chuckle and soon Sungmin was out the door and the muscular lady with the large eyebrows was yelling at him for taking too long, bad service, and a bunch of other crap about Jesus and God and Hell and something like that.
But Zhou Mi couldn't bring himself to care with the thoughts of Sungmin's saddened face on his mind.
/
“Zhou Mi, this is my roommate, Heechul. Heechul hyung, this is Zhou Mi, the man who's making me fat.”
Zhou Mi stood awkwardly in his baby blue apron and sloppy, frosting-covered oversized shirt and Heechul looked him up and down, eyes calculating. Heechul was gorgeous and feminine, with long legs and a perfect figure. His hair was a nice, rich brown that looked absolutely amazing against his slightly tanned skin and soft features.
Well, he would be a lot prettier if he didn't have a look of pure disgust on his face.
“So you're the man who Sungmin won't shut up about,” Heechul said loudly and Zhou Mi winced, realizing quickly that Heechul's appearance and personality were complete opposites. Sungmin blushed and groaned, hitting Heechul in the arm. Hard, it seemed, by the yelp that Heechul gave and the loud slapping sound that resounded in the almost-empty cafe. “What I mean is,” he gritted his teeth. “You're the man that's taking my Sungminnie away. Not so nice to meet you,” he ended cheekily, thrusting his hand out. Zhou Mi was about to shake hands with the older male when Heechul's eyes suddenly widened and he took back his hand. “Sorry,” he apologized, not that he sounded sorry at all. “You're dirty.”
“Oh,” Zhou Mi muttered, embarrassed.
Sungmin blushed more, elbowing Heechul in the side. “Don't be rude, hyung,” he muttered. “Anyways, hyung wanted to order a set of cupcakes for tonight. My favourite.”
“What's tonight?” Zhou Mi asked as he counted the number of cupcakes he would need.
“Party,” Sungmin answered as he watched, mesmerized, at Zhou Mi packing the cupcakes into small containers. “Wanna come?” he asked.
Zhou Mi was taken aback as he mashed the 'open' button on the cash register. “Where, when, for?”
“Myongdong Road at the Electric Shock, ten-thirty, nothing in particular,” Sungmin replied as he fished ten ten thousand won bills out of his wallet.
Zhou Mi stared at him as he tugged on the bills, silently ordering Sungmin to let go. They locked eyes and Sungmin pouted suddenly, slouching his shoulders. “Please?”
“Okay,” Zhou Mi murmured as he played with the strap of his apron.
“Cool!” Sungmin chirped happily and twined his hand with Heechul's. “I'll see you then!” and with a wave, the two left.
/
“Zhou Mi! You came!”
Zhou Mi looked over his shoulder, seeing Sungmin stumbling towards him through the crowd of people and the blasting, bass-filled music. “Yeah,” he answered, looking around at the crowd of people.
“I didn't think you would come,” Sungmin said offhandedly and Zhou Mi tilted his head.
“Why?”
Sungmin shrugged. “You didn't seem like you wanted to...” his eyes scanned over Zhou Mi's chest and then down his legs and back up at his face. Zhou Mi thought it was a little adorable, how Sungmin only came up to his chest. “You look amazing,” he breathed.
“Thanks,” Zhou Mi answered with a wave of his hand but just the simple compliment had sent his mind spinning and his heart pounding.
“So,” Sungmin took a short sip of his drink and leaned against the wall, still having the same serene smile on his lips. A gentle one, not overly happy or forced, but just perfect in Zhou Mi's eyes. “Why did you become a shop owner... baker... cash register person... whatever you are.”
Zhou Mi laughed. “There are other people who work there, you know.”
“Really?” Sungmin's eyes widened and he tilted his head. “Who? When? Where?”
“Jungsu hyung,” Zhou Mi answered. “Only on weekends, and only early during the morning. You should drop by one day, he's nice.”
“Nice... how?” Sungmin asked nonchalantly as he raised an eyebrow. The older bit his lip and licked them shortly after, looking quite nervous as he fiddled with his glass.
It suddenly occurred to Zhou Mi that Sungmin was jealous - he wasn't oblivious, he had taken a few Psychology classes in his younger years of school. The signs were obvious, the way Sungmin was fidgeting and his nonchalance.
“He has a boyfriend,” Zhou Mi announced suddenly after a few seconds of awkward silence. Well, save the booming music and the cheers of the crowd.
Sungmin let out a sigh as if a large load had been lifted off his shoulders. Zhou Mi leaned back, his eyes calculating. “Oh.”
“Zhou Mi,” Sungmin fidgeted and set down his glass. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes?” Zhou Mi answered, his heart suddenly feeling as if it was about to burst.
“I-I thought... I thought you liked me, actually,” Sungmin murmured hastily. “The... I...”
“Huh?” Zhou Mi asked, the most unintelligent sound coming from deep in his throat.
Sungmin blushed a bright red. “I thought you liked me... a-and I... s-sort of liked you...”
Zhou Mi stood, dumbfounded, as the high pitched voices of KARA rang in his ears, the music lost in him as Sungmin stood in his spot, quivering.
“I-It's okay if you don't like me! I-It's... it's fine...”
Zhou Mi was gone before he could hear the rest of Sungmin's sentence.
/
“He likes me,” Zhou Mi said the next day as he pumped frosting onto a newly baked cupcake. “He thinks I like him.”
“Well,” Jungsu smiled all knowingly and piled the already frosted cupcakes onto the display. “Do you?”
Zhou Mi sighed and put down the frosting case, leaning against the wall. “I don't know, hyung. He makes me laugh, smile, he's cute, funny, but...”
“But what?” Jungsu blinked. “He sounds perfect for you.”
Zhou Mi frowned. “I don't know, okay.”
“Listen,” Jungsu stopped stacking the cupcakes and looked up at Zhou Mi. “This isn't Utopia. We don't have perfect soul mates, or destinies to play out, or whatever you read in your cheesy romance novel books. We need to take chances to get further in our lives - if we don't take a risk, we'll be sitting at this forked road for the rest of our lives.”
/
Sungmin didn't come back the next day, or the day after that, or the day after that and by the next week Zhou Mi had given up hope.
“Time to close up,” he murmured to himself as he cast a glance at the clock. He untied his apron and stuffed it under the counter top, running a hand through his maroon coloured hair and clicking the 'lock' button on the cash register.
“Wait! Wait!” a muffled voice called and Zhou Mi looked up, seeing a pink clad man running through the doors. “Wait!”
“Sungmin-sshi,” Zhou Mi said with a clipped voice as he glanced at the older man.
“Mi...” Sungmin trailed off and set his hands on the counter. His eyes were wide and outlined with thick kohl, his dark hair falling over his eyes and his plump lips pursed. “I'm sorry, you didn't...”
“No,” Zhou Mi cut in. “I'm sorry for leaving you, Sungmin.”
Sungmin reached for Zhou Mi's hand over the counter, but retracted at the last moment. Zhou Mi shook his head and leaned over the counter, touching Sungmin's jaw with his fingertips and letting his lips glide over Sungmin's. It was soft, quick, but to Zhou Mi it sent little shock-waves through his body and his heart.
“I'm sorry, Sungmin,” Mi whispered as he looked Sungmin directly in the eyes. The other was shaking in his grasp. “I was wrong.”
“Wrong about what?” Sungmin asked, his breath warm on Zhou Mi's skin.
Zhou Mi smiled. “Can I kiss you?”
Sungmin giggled and looked away, blush scattering across his already rosy cheeks. “Yes. Yes, forever.”
And Zhou Mi did.
a/n: does it burn DOES THE FLUFF BURNNNN
PG-13
Zhou Mi/Sungmin
Genre: Fluff, Romance
summary: Zhou Mi owns a bakery. Sungmin is his best customer. Love ensues.
warning: major major major tooth rotting fluuuuuff.
beta: mertlekang
a/n: i'm so bad at this. been working on this thing for like, 3 weeks. 100 words a day is ftw.
The birds were chirping cheerfully, and Zhou Mi had been just about ready to close up when he heard the doorbell ring, it's chime ringing through the small cafe.
“Oh, I'm sorry, we're -” he said in accented Korean, looking up to see a young man standing in front of him. He was short, much shorter then Zhou Mi himself, with dark brown hair and large, coffee coloured eyes. His lips were pursed and he was looking at the ground, rocking back and forth on his heels.
“Please, anything,” the man said, a little quietly for Zhou Mi's liking, sounding almost like a plea or beg. “Do you have anything left? I'll pay more than it's worth,” he continued, gazing around at the pastries on the shelves. “Are these for sale?” he asked, pointing in the direction of some bright pink cupcakes that Zhou Mi had baked earlier that day.
“Er, yes,” Zhou Mi answered, flicking his wrist as his sleeve got caught in a glob of icing that had fallen onto the counter top. “How many do you want?”
“Just one,” the man answered cheerfully, looking through his white Prada bag, and that's when Zhou Mi noticed that this man must have been rich. He was wearing all designer clothes, his hair was neat and tidy, and Zhou Mi was positive he was wearing some of that hip-fashionable “Nature” makeup or whatever they called it. His boots had so many knots and ties on them Zhou Mi vaguely wondered how long it took him just to get dressed. “Ah, found it! So what's the damage?”
He pressed the 'pink and strawberry cream' button on his cash register and whistled, moving to the display to take one of the cupcakes. “Three thousand and forty won,” he answered, holding up the cupcake. “In a bag?”
“No thanks,” the man smiled and slipped a ten thousand won bill over the counter. Zhou Mi took the bill and reached for his cash register, calculating how much he would need to give back when the man touched his arm gently, tilting his head. “There's no need for that,” he said wistfully, taking the cupcake in between his delicate looking fingers. “Thank you! Goodbye!”
Zhou Mi stared at the ten thousand bill as if it had grown legs before sighing and closing the cash register. He had some weird customers, sometimes, and this man was no different then any of the others.
/
The man came back at almost the exact same time the next day, this time wearing a baby blue plaid shirt and hot pink skinny jeans. “Hello!” he said with a large grin and a wave, bowing slightly to Zhou Mi.
Zhou Mi nodded to him, heading towards the same display of cupcakes he had taken before, until he saw Sungmin shake his head. He watched as Sungmin poked the glass, directly in front of a group of red velvet cupcakes that were solely reserved for weddings and parties. “One of these, today,” he smiled at Zhou Mi softly, his eyes shining and his cheeks dusted with rosy red blush.
“Okay,” he answered, not saying anything else as he took the red velvet cupcake and put it on the counter. “Four thousand won, please,” he said and Sungmin handed him a ten thousand won bill, the same as the day before. “Why?”
Sungmin didn't answer as he took his cupcake, licking his lips and licking off the curled tip. “Thanks again!” he bowed and left the shop, the ringing sound making Zhou Mi shake his head and snap out of his haze. Oh, well, he was getting more won out of it, so he guessed it was okay if the man came a few minutes late.
/
He continued to come back every day for the next week, ordering a new cupcake everyday, giving him a ten thousand won bill and leaving.
So, of course, Zhou Mi was quite surprised when he came at three o'clock in the afternoon, wearing a white, tucked in shirt and dress pants.
“Oh,” Zhou Mi blinked and scrambled to fix his hair. “I didn't... I wasn't expecting you,” he said, plastering a smile on his face but it came out more as a grimace.
“Sorry,” the man smiled, dark circles under his eyes and his skin pale. “I went to school today, and I have choir soon, but I wanted to get a treat before I went,” he looked at the display. “I want the first one.”
Zhou Mi looked at him oddly, shaking his head. “Pardon?”
“The first one I ever ordered,” the man explained quickly. “I don't remember what it was. It was my favourite.”
Zhou Mi smiled and picked up the pink and strawberry cream cupcake, handing it directly to the other. The man made a move to rummage through his dark blue designer bag - he seemed to have a new one everyday - when Zhou Mi cleared his throat.
“Huh?” he asked, taken by surprise and Zhou Mi laughed heartily.
“No need to pay, today,” he said as he motioned with his hand to the next customer. “Think of it as paying back for all the times you overpaid.”
“Okay,” the man giggled. “My name is Sungmin.”
“Zhou Mi,” he answered and Sungmin giggled again. Zhou Mi frowned and Sungmin pointed at his chest, covering his mouth with his hand and looking down at the counter. Zhou Mi looked down at his shirt, pulling the fabric and he sighed, realizing that he had a name tag.
“Bye, Zhou Mi,” Sungmin said happily as he took a bite of his cupcake, walking out the door, a skip to his step.
And thus, no longer was he called “the rich man who came at closing and spent way too much” but now “the rich man named Sungmin who came at closing and spent way too much.”
/
“So, where are you from, Zhou Mi-sshi?” Sungmin asked one day as he leaned over the counter, his elbows scraping against the marble as he rested his head on his hand and took a bite of his white-frosted cupcake.
“Wuhan,” he answered as he vaguely wondered why he wasn't telling Sungmin to move. A muscular lady with large eyebrows and a frilly, flower-patterned dress seemed to be going insane with impatience, standing behind Sungmin.
“Oh, that's cool,” Sungmin said pleasantly with a goofy grin. “I have a friend from China. His name is Han Geng, he goes out with my roommate, Heechul hyung. He's scary,” he rambled, waving his unused hand in an exaggerated motion.
“Han Geng?” Zhou Mi asked, confused. “I know a Han Geng too. One hundred and eighty-one centimetres, born in Mudanjiang, has a husky named Rider?”
Sungmin looked shocked for a moment and he scrambled to recover. “Yeah, yeah. How do you know him?”
“Our parents are friends,” Zhou Mi answered, still in a bit of a shock.
Sungmin paused and a pregnant silence filed between them before the shorter man laughed. “What a small world,” he murmured, suddenly looked solemn.
“Yeah,” he answered with a nervous chuckle and soon Sungmin was out the door and the muscular lady with the large eyebrows was yelling at him for taking too long, bad service, and a bunch of other crap about Jesus and God and Hell and something like that.
But Zhou Mi couldn't bring himself to care with the thoughts of Sungmin's saddened face on his mind.
/
“Zhou Mi, this is my roommate, Heechul. Heechul hyung, this is Zhou Mi, the man who's making me fat.”
Zhou Mi stood awkwardly in his baby blue apron and sloppy, frosting-covered oversized shirt and Heechul looked him up and down, eyes calculating. Heechul was gorgeous and feminine, with long legs and a perfect figure. His hair was a nice, rich brown that looked absolutely amazing against his slightly tanned skin and soft features.
Well, he would be a lot prettier if he didn't have a look of pure disgust on his face.
“So you're the man who Sungmin won't shut up about,” Heechul said loudly and Zhou Mi winced, realizing quickly that Heechul's appearance and personality were complete opposites. Sungmin blushed and groaned, hitting Heechul in the arm. Hard, it seemed, by the yelp that Heechul gave and the loud slapping sound that resounded in the almost-empty cafe. “What I mean is,” he gritted his teeth. “You're the man that's taking my Sungminnie away. Not so nice to meet you,” he ended cheekily, thrusting his hand out. Zhou Mi was about to shake hands with the older male when Heechul's eyes suddenly widened and he took back his hand. “Sorry,” he apologized, not that he sounded sorry at all. “You're dirty.”
“Oh,” Zhou Mi muttered, embarrassed.
Sungmin blushed more, elbowing Heechul in the side. “Don't be rude, hyung,” he muttered. “Anyways, hyung wanted to order a set of cupcakes for tonight. My favourite.”
“What's tonight?” Zhou Mi asked as he counted the number of cupcakes he would need.
“Party,” Sungmin answered as he watched, mesmerized, at Zhou Mi packing the cupcakes into small containers. “Wanna come?” he asked.
Zhou Mi was taken aback as he mashed the 'open' button on the cash register. “Where, when, for?”
“Myongdong Road at the Electric Shock, ten-thirty, nothing in particular,” Sungmin replied as he fished ten ten thousand won bills out of his wallet.
Zhou Mi stared at him as he tugged on the bills, silently ordering Sungmin to let go. They locked eyes and Sungmin pouted suddenly, slouching his shoulders. “Please?”
“Okay,” Zhou Mi murmured as he played with the strap of his apron.
“Cool!” Sungmin chirped happily and twined his hand with Heechul's. “I'll see you then!” and with a wave, the two left.
/
“Zhou Mi! You came!”
Zhou Mi looked over his shoulder, seeing Sungmin stumbling towards him through the crowd of people and the blasting, bass-filled music. “Yeah,” he answered, looking around at the crowd of people.
“I didn't think you would come,” Sungmin said offhandedly and Zhou Mi tilted his head.
“Why?”
Sungmin shrugged. “You didn't seem like you wanted to...” his eyes scanned over Zhou Mi's chest and then down his legs and back up at his face. Zhou Mi thought it was a little adorable, how Sungmin only came up to his chest. “You look amazing,” he breathed.
“Thanks,” Zhou Mi answered with a wave of his hand but just the simple compliment had sent his mind spinning and his heart pounding.
“So,” Sungmin took a short sip of his drink and leaned against the wall, still having the same serene smile on his lips. A gentle one, not overly happy or forced, but just perfect in Zhou Mi's eyes. “Why did you become a shop owner... baker... cash register person... whatever you are.”
Zhou Mi laughed. “There are other people who work there, you know.”
“Really?” Sungmin's eyes widened and he tilted his head. “Who? When? Where?”
“Jungsu hyung,” Zhou Mi answered. “Only on weekends, and only early during the morning. You should drop by one day, he's nice.”
“Nice... how?” Sungmin asked nonchalantly as he raised an eyebrow. The older bit his lip and licked them shortly after, looking quite nervous as he fiddled with his glass.
It suddenly occurred to Zhou Mi that Sungmin was jealous - he wasn't oblivious, he had taken a few Psychology classes in his younger years of school. The signs were obvious, the way Sungmin was fidgeting and his nonchalance.
“He has a boyfriend,” Zhou Mi announced suddenly after a few seconds of awkward silence. Well, save the booming music and the cheers of the crowd.
Sungmin let out a sigh as if a large load had been lifted off his shoulders. Zhou Mi leaned back, his eyes calculating. “Oh.”
“Zhou Mi,” Sungmin fidgeted and set down his glass. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes?” Zhou Mi answered, his heart suddenly feeling as if it was about to burst.
“I-I thought... I thought you liked me, actually,” Sungmin murmured hastily. “The... I...”
“Huh?” Zhou Mi asked, the most unintelligent sound coming from deep in his throat.
Sungmin blushed a bright red. “I thought you liked me... a-and I... s-sort of liked you...”
Zhou Mi stood, dumbfounded, as the high pitched voices of KARA rang in his ears, the music lost in him as Sungmin stood in his spot, quivering.
“I-It's okay if you don't like me! I-It's... it's fine...”
Zhou Mi was gone before he could hear the rest of Sungmin's sentence.
/
“He likes me,” Zhou Mi said the next day as he pumped frosting onto a newly baked cupcake. “He thinks I like him.”
“Well,” Jungsu smiled all knowingly and piled the already frosted cupcakes onto the display. “Do you?”
Zhou Mi sighed and put down the frosting case, leaning against the wall. “I don't know, hyung. He makes me laugh, smile, he's cute, funny, but...”
“But what?” Jungsu blinked. “He sounds perfect for you.”
Zhou Mi frowned. “I don't know, okay.”
“Listen,” Jungsu stopped stacking the cupcakes and looked up at Zhou Mi. “This isn't Utopia. We don't have perfect soul mates, or destinies to play out, or whatever you read in your cheesy romance novel books. We need to take chances to get further in our lives - if we don't take a risk, we'll be sitting at this forked road for the rest of our lives.”
/
Sungmin didn't come back the next day, or the day after that, or the day after that and by the next week Zhou Mi had given up hope.
“Time to close up,” he murmured to himself as he cast a glance at the clock. He untied his apron and stuffed it under the counter top, running a hand through his maroon coloured hair and clicking the 'lock' button on the cash register.
“Wait! Wait!” a muffled voice called and Zhou Mi looked up, seeing a pink clad man running through the doors. “Wait!”
“Sungmin-sshi,” Zhou Mi said with a clipped voice as he glanced at the older man.
“Mi...” Sungmin trailed off and set his hands on the counter. His eyes were wide and outlined with thick kohl, his dark hair falling over his eyes and his plump lips pursed. “I'm sorry, you didn't...”
“No,” Zhou Mi cut in. “I'm sorry for leaving you, Sungmin.”
Sungmin reached for Zhou Mi's hand over the counter, but retracted at the last moment. Zhou Mi shook his head and leaned over the counter, touching Sungmin's jaw with his fingertips and letting his lips glide over Sungmin's. It was soft, quick, but to Zhou Mi it sent little shock-waves through his body and his heart.
“I'm sorry, Sungmin,” Mi whispered as he looked Sungmin directly in the eyes. The other was shaking in his grasp. “I was wrong.”
“Wrong about what?” Sungmin asked, his breath warm on Zhou Mi's skin.
Zhou Mi smiled. “Can I kiss you?”
Sungmin giggled and looked away, blush scattering across his already rosy cheeks. “Yes. Yes, forever.”
And Zhou Mi did.
a/n: does it burn DOES THE FLUFF BURNNNN