[03] the shape of my name in your mouth; qmi; pg
title: the shape of my name in your mouth
fandom: super junior m
pairing: zhou mi/kyuhyun
rating: PG
summary: in china, they call him "kui xian", but kyuhyun only wants to be kui xian for one person.
Kyuhyun doesn't like to admit it, but he jumps a little whenever anyone else calls him "Kui Xian". It sounds strange coming from anyone but Zhou Mi, coming from any other mouth without that particular, familiar inflection.
Hankyung is talking about him during the interview, a smooth, rapid flow of Mandarin, and Kyuhyun blinks when he hears his name Kui Xian in passing reference. The MC smiles at him and says something into the mic; down the line, he shifts uncomfortably in his chair, discomfitted. It almost feels like an invasion of his privacy to be spoken about without knowing what's being said. It feels like he's being stripped in front of the camera, in front of an audience he doesn't know, with his closest intimacies bared for them to see.
奎贤, Zhou Mi whispers, low and sweet. Kui Xian, you should say... It's a soft murmur of Korean and Chinese pressed into his skin, as intimate as a kiss, and Kyuhyun suppresses a shiver as Zhou Mi's lips graze his ear.
He can barely concentrate on what Zhou Mi is telling him to say, ever helpful. All he really knows is the flutter of warmth in the pit of his belly, the skittering of his pulse as Zhou Mi's hand squeezes his thigh gently. He can't help the smile as Zhou Mi ends his whispers with a tease (maybe you're the shameless one, after all) and a chuckle. 是你的脸皮最厚吧.
He catches four, five words out of eight, keeps them in his head as he matches them to their Korean counterparts. His Chinese is improving, he knows, and faster than anyone expected (he doesn't tell them why he's trying so hard, but maybe they can guess, every time he looks at Zhou Mi and his eyes go soft), but he still struggles. Slowly, four words out of eight will become six, seven...
He will always recognize his name though. Whether it is slipped into conversation, foreign-sounding and unnatural, by Hankyung or Siwon or an MC, or whether it comes from Zhou Mi... Perfect.
Zhou Mi sleeps with a heavy head on his shoulder later, when they are in the van, bundled up and shipped off to their next destination like a package in the mail - always somewhere to be. Kyuhyun looks at the way his lashes fan over his cheeks, his hair still slightly stiff and sticky from styling product. He watches Zhou Mi breathe with deep, even breaths, and curls their fingers together.
"周觅," he says, shaping the name with lips and tasting it on his tongue, sweet. Zhou Mi.
"Kui Xian," Zhou Mi murmurs sleepily, shifting slightly. He nuzzles closer until his cheek is pressed firmly against Kyuhyun's shoulder, his breath warm against Kyuhyun's neck.
Kyuhyun will always be a little unsettled whenever anyone else calls him "Kui Xian" because it will never sound as perfect as it does in Zhou Mi's mouth, like a secret, and a promise, like a history of everything ever (every smile and sigh, every touch and laugh) that no one else will ever know.
Like, he thinks, a declaration.
Every time Zhou Mi says "奎贤", Kyuhyun hears "我爱你".
fandom: super junior m
pairing: zhou mi/kyuhyun
rating: PG
summary: in china, they call him "kui xian", but kyuhyun only wants to be kui xian for one person.
Kyuhyun doesn't like to admit it, but he jumps a little whenever anyone else calls him "Kui Xian". It sounds strange coming from anyone but Zhou Mi, coming from any other mouth without that particular, familiar inflection.
Hankyung is talking about him during the interview, a smooth, rapid flow of Mandarin, and Kyuhyun blinks when he hears his name Kui Xian in passing reference. The MC smiles at him and says something into the mic; down the line, he shifts uncomfortably in his chair, discomfitted. It almost feels like an invasion of his privacy to be spoken about without knowing what's being said. It feels like he's being stripped in front of the camera, in front of an audience he doesn't know, with his closest intimacies bared for them to see.
奎贤, Zhou Mi whispers, low and sweet. Kui Xian, you should say... It's a soft murmur of Korean and Chinese pressed into his skin, as intimate as a kiss, and Kyuhyun suppresses a shiver as Zhou Mi's lips graze his ear.
He can barely concentrate on what Zhou Mi is telling him to say, ever helpful. All he really knows is the flutter of warmth in the pit of his belly, the skittering of his pulse as Zhou Mi's hand squeezes his thigh gently. He can't help the smile as Zhou Mi ends his whispers with a tease (maybe you're the shameless one, after all) and a chuckle. 是你的脸皮最厚吧.
He catches four, five words out of eight, keeps them in his head as he matches them to their Korean counterparts. His Chinese is improving, he knows, and faster than anyone expected (he doesn't tell them why he's trying so hard, but maybe they can guess, every time he looks at Zhou Mi and his eyes go soft), but he still struggles. Slowly, four words out of eight will become six, seven...
He will always recognize his name though. Whether it is slipped into conversation, foreign-sounding and unnatural, by Hankyung or Siwon or an MC, or whether it comes from Zhou Mi... Perfect.
Zhou Mi sleeps with a heavy head on his shoulder later, when they are in the van, bundled up and shipped off to their next destination like a package in the mail - always somewhere to be. Kyuhyun looks at the way his lashes fan over his cheeks, his hair still slightly stiff and sticky from styling product. He watches Zhou Mi breathe with deep, even breaths, and curls their fingers together.
"周觅," he says, shaping the name with lips and tasting it on his tongue, sweet. Zhou Mi.
"Kui Xian," Zhou Mi murmurs sleepily, shifting slightly. He nuzzles closer until his cheek is pressed firmly against Kyuhyun's shoulder, his breath warm against Kyuhyun's neck.
Kyuhyun will always be a little unsettled whenever anyone else calls him "Kui Xian" because it will never sound as perfect as it does in Zhou Mi's mouth, like a secret, and a promise, like a history of everything ever (every smile and sigh, every touch and laugh) that no one else will ever know.
Like, he thinks, a declaration.
Every time Zhou Mi says "奎贤", Kyuhyun hears "我爱你".