seduction is a wicked game that you perfected
Title: seduction is a wicked game that you perfected
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Rating: PG-13 (~some dirty kissing~)
Summary: The stylists did too good of a job with Zhou Mi’s hair for SJM’s latest music video, but unfortunately, it only lasts for one scene. (Inspired by Zhou Mi’s sexy Break Down hair)
A/N: late but time doesn't concern me when I'm writing lol. cookies to you if you can guess what song I got the title from. crumbs to you if you have to google it lol. (jk you can have a cookie too~)
Kyuhyun woke upon a persistent prodding at his shoulders. He wanted to shrug off whoever thought it was a good idea to interrupt the first decent nap he’s gotten in days, but realized that probably wouldn’t bode too well with anyone other than his bandmates. He reluctantly lifted his head and faintly registered Zhou Mi’s face through his haze. He did a mental roll of the eyes. “This better be worth losing some shut eye or expect some missing clothes,” Kyuhyun mumbled as he rested his chin on the palm of his hand.
Apparently feeling not the least bit threatened, Zhou Mi asked Kyuhyun right off the bat: “Does my hair look okay?”
There wasn’t an immediate reply, but rather a period of silence for Zhou Mi to continue. So Kyuhyun waited, and waited until it occurred to him that that was it. Really, Kyuhyun thought, highly peeved. It’s not like Zhou Mi had already asked him similar questions about a thousand times over the course of just getting here.
Kyuhyun was tempted to just wave it off and go right back to napping, but he decided he might as well take a look at it. Comebacks were usually the time when the stylists got crazy and very desperate. They had already lost Siwon to the madness; a grimace formed on his face as he eyed the furry hat and kilt dressed man babbling about his money or something to Ryeowook who seemed rather engaged.
Then again, Kyuhyun, who sat around playing video games and munching food during his free time, believed he was one of the last people you should go to for any kind of advice on appearance. For some reason, Zhou Mi had always thought otherwise.
Kyuhyun sighed and rubbed out the lasts bits of blur from his eyes (he had been on daydreaming-pilot mode earlier). He expected it to be a fuss over a couple of stray hairs or some other trivial thing, but he realized that was not the case after finally taking a proper glance. Zhou Mi’s hair was a light caramel brown color, gelled up in an almost bedhead-like way that curled softly at the front.
The only thought Kyuhyun could process in his head was that Zhou Mi looked really good- like “how did you instantly get ten times hotter” good.
A whirlwind of scenarios played in his head that mere instance, most probably rated R, one definitely headed for NC-17 because after the hair fondling and swollen lips and heaving chests was forcing Zhou Mi on his knees and …
“Well?”
Oh. Kyuhyun snapped back to reality.
“Uh. I, um, it looks…” Sexy, attractive, stunning? He settled with “great” as Sungmin and Eunhyuk strolled by to grab a drink.
Zhou Mi fiddled with the ends, worrying his lip, and obviously unconvinced. “Really? But why was there a hesitation?”
Kyuhyun shook his head. “I-It’s fine, trust me. Now, stop messing with your hair or the stylists are going to give you a scolding.” Kyuhyun felt a tad bit silly lecturing, but it was more for his sake than Zhou Mi’s; all that fiddling made him antsy where he didn’t want to be at the moment. He could just rake a hand through Zhou Mi’s hair, but it would be near impossible to simply stop there.
Zhou Mi gave a half-hearted smile as if still not believing him and went on to remark about Kyuhyun’s own hair. Kyuhyun looked at the mirror in front of him in surprise; he hadn’t even realized it changed. The stylists must have done it while he was sleeping (rather deeply he thinks).
”Glad they didn’t do much to it,” Kyuhyun commented with a hint of relief, eyeing the slight streak of blond. Donghae, with a very similar blond streak, could be heard innocently whistling nearby.
“Not bad either,” Zhou Mi said, observing it quite closely to Kyuhyun’s discomfort.
There was a brief moment where Kyuhyun needed to catch his breath. “Uh, I think it’s time for us to start filming,” he finally said, pointing awkwardly toward the designated set-up.
“Oh!” Zhou Mi exclaimed and hurriedly merges in with the gathering staff.
It was unfortunate the crew decided to film Zhou Mi before Kyuhyun because now he was forced to watch him too (it was more like simply compelled but he didn’t want to admit that). He thought he could get away and relieve himself away from this general proximity, but his eyes just could not keep off of Zhou Mi. Each second of filming that passed by was a bit agonizing and when it was finally done, Kyuhyun got called up. Kyuhyun thought he could see a glint of mischief on Zhou Mi’s face or a hip waggle as they passed each other, but later assumed it was just his mind playing tricks on him.
Kyuhyun went back to daydreaming-pilot mode; no smirking or weird gestures like Henry, just doing enough to get the job done. Immediately after his part was complete, Kyuhyun approached Zhou Mi who was standing next to the camera, shooting him a thumbs-up.
“Follow me now,” he hissed into Zhou Mi’s ear. Truth is, Kyuhyun didn’t know exactly where he was leading so they ended up in a far, secluded corner of the set where it seemed junk equipment was left. The dimmed lights and shadows would also be helpful to hide in without being too conspicuous.
It didn’t take a lot of effort for Kyuhyun to push Zhou Mi against the wall, making sure the large prop behind them blocked any unwanted eyes. They only exchanged silence, but Zhou Mi’s half-lidded gaze and parted mouth communicated perfectly to Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun weaved his hands through Zhou Mi’s hair, repeatedly entangling and untangling the strands. Gradually, Kyuhyun glided his eyes down - hair, forehead, bridge, nose - and finally lips. He attacked with fervor. Each kiss was made fast but deep; and each time Zhou Mi faltered, needing to take a shaky breath, Kyuhyun tightened his grip on Zhou Mi’s hair and cut him short. Still, Zhou Mi let him take the lead and rested his hands on Kyuhyun’s waist, squeezing every so often to let him know how good it felt.
About two minutes in, however, the pieces finally lined up for Kyuhyun. If life was like a cartoon, a light bulb would’ve immediately flashed above his head.
Kyuhyun pulled away from the kiss, slightly upset. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? You were trying to seduce me since you woke me up!”
Zhou Mi failed to deny it and muffled his chuckles against Kyuhyun’s neck. “I’m disappointed. You usually last a lot longer than this. You hadn’t even seen me in my oh-so fitting pants yet.”
Kyuhyun should’ve known. Zhou Mi was a first-class teaser: subtle, discreet, patient. Why is why he always got what he wanted. At least with Kyuhyun.
“Smug asshole,” Kyuhyun replied and tugged Zhou Mi’s head down for a quick rough kiss.
“I didn’t think just my hair would turn you on that much,” Zhou Mi said, genuinely amazed.
It honestly surprised Kyuhyun too and he thinks it’s almost embarrassing. So Kyuhyun retorted by giving another rough kiss, this time earning him a small moan. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue in and explored Zhou Mi’s mouth with eagerness. He could faintly taste the coffee Zhou Mi had had this morning, the bitterness mostly sugared down.
“I’ll definitely get back at you later,” he managed to say in between breaths. Zhou Mi hummed in acknowledgement as Kyuhyun continued to work Zhou Mi’s mouth.
They didn’t get as far as they wished because they suddenly heard distant shouting and the shuffling of feet. It took one second for both of them to realize where they were and that the next phase of filming prep was going to start and another second to get their mouths off each other. They took four seconds to give a quick check of each other: clothes untainted, mouths a bit swollen, make-up faded. They concluded it wasn’t a big deal; excuses could be made (they had learned to prepare the first time) and no one ever got too suspicious anyway since their intimacy was deemed within the normal standard.
Zhou Mi’s hair was still terribly mussed however. He frowned at Kyuhyun. “What about the stylists scolding me?”
“Tough luck,” Kyuhyun smirked and gave Zhou Mi’s hair one last ruffle before fleeing from the stomping of oncoming staff.
.
.
.
“No, no, I can’t get it back to the way it was,” cried one of the stylists. “It was so perfect.”
//
Another stylist raised her hands in defeat. “It’s not going to work, it’s best if we just leave it down.”
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Rating: PG-13 (~some dirty kissing~)
Summary: The stylists did too good of a job with Zhou Mi’s hair for SJM’s latest music video, but unfortunately, it only lasts for one scene. (Inspired by Zhou Mi’s sexy Break Down hair)
A/N: late but time doesn't concern me when I'm writing lol. cookies to you if you can guess what song I got the title from. crumbs to you if you have to google it lol. (jk you can have a cookie too~)
Kyuhyun woke upon a persistent prodding at his shoulders. He wanted to shrug off whoever thought it was a good idea to interrupt the first decent nap he’s gotten in days, but realized that probably wouldn’t bode too well with anyone other than his bandmates. He reluctantly lifted his head and faintly registered Zhou Mi’s face through his haze. He did a mental roll of the eyes. “This better be worth losing some shut eye or expect some missing clothes,” Kyuhyun mumbled as he rested his chin on the palm of his hand.
Apparently feeling not the least bit threatened, Zhou Mi asked Kyuhyun right off the bat: “Does my hair look okay?”
There wasn’t an immediate reply, but rather a period of silence for Zhou Mi to continue. So Kyuhyun waited, and waited until it occurred to him that that was it. Really, Kyuhyun thought, highly peeved. It’s not like Zhou Mi had already asked him similar questions about a thousand times over the course of just getting here.
Kyuhyun was tempted to just wave it off and go right back to napping, but he decided he might as well take a look at it. Comebacks were usually the time when the stylists got crazy and very desperate. They had already lost Siwon to the madness; a grimace formed on his face as he eyed the furry hat and kilt dressed man babbling about his money or something to Ryeowook who seemed rather engaged.
Then again, Kyuhyun, who sat around playing video games and munching food during his free time, believed he was one of the last people you should go to for any kind of advice on appearance. For some reason, Zhou Mi had always thought otherwise.
Kyuhyun sighed and rubbed out the lasts bits of blur from his eyes (he had been on daydreaming-pilot mode earlier). He expected it to be a fuss over a couple of stray hairs or some other trivial thing, but he realized that was not the case after finally taking a proper glance. Zhou Mi’s hair was a light caramel brown color, gelled up in an almost bedhead-like way that curled softly at the front.
The only thought Kyuhyun could process in his head was that Zhou Mi looked really good- like “how did you instantly get ten times hotter” good.
A whirlwind of scenarios played in his head that mere instance, most probably rated R, one definitely headed for NC-17 because after the hair fondling and swollen lips and heaving chests was forcing Zhou Mi on his knees and …
“Well?”
Oh. Kyuhyun snapped back to reality.
“Uh. I, um, it looks…” Sexy, attractive, stunning? He settled with “great” as Sungmin and Eunhyuk strolled by to grab a drink.
Zhou Mi fiddled with the ends, worrying his lip, and obviously unconvinced. “Really? But why was there a hesitation?”
Kyuhyun shook his head. “I-It’s fine, trust me. Now, stop messing with your hair or the stylists are going to give you a scolding.” Kyuhyun felt a tad bit silly lecturing, but it was more for his sake than Zhou Mi’s; all that fiddling made him antsy where he didn’t want to be at the moment. He could just rake a hand through Zhou Mi’s hair, but it would be near impossible to simply stop there.
Zhou Mi gave a half-hearted smile as if still not believing him and went on to remark about Kyuhyun’s own hair. Kyuhyun looked at the mirror in front of him in surprise; he hadn’t even realized it changed. The stylists must have done it while he was sleeping (rather deeply he thinks).
”Glad they didn’t do much to it,” Kyuhyun commented with a hint of relief, eyeing the slight streak of blond. Donghae, with a very similar blond streak, could be heard innocently whistling nearby.
“Not bad either,” Zhou Mi said, observing it quite closely to Kyuhyun’s discomfort.
There was a brief moment where Kyuhyun needed to catch his breath. “Uh, I think it’s time for us to start filming,” he finally said, pointing awkwardly toward the designated set-up.
“Oh!” Zhou Mi exclaimed and hurriedly merges in with the gathering staff.
It was unfortunate the crew decided to film Zhou Mi before Kyuhyun because now he was forced to watch him too (it was more like simply compelled but he didn’t want to admit that). He thought he could get away and relieve himself away from this general proximity, but his eyes just could not keep off of Zhou Mi. Each second of filming that passed by was a bit agonizing and when it was finally done, Kyuhyun got called up. Kyuhyun thought he could see a glint of mischief on Zhou Mi’s face or a hip waggle as they passed each other, but later assumed it was just his mind playing tricks on him.
Kyuhyun went back to daydreaming-pilot mode; no smirking or weird gestures like Henry, just doing enough to get the job done. Immediately after his part was complete, Kyuhyun approached Zhou Mi who was standing next to the camera, shooting him a thumbs-up.
“Follow me now,” he hissed into Zhou Mi’s ear. Truth is, Kyuhyun didn’t know exactly where he was leading so they ended up in a far, secluded corner of the set where it seemed junk equipment was left. The dimmed lights and shadows would also be helpful to hide in without being too conspicuous.
It didn’t take a lot of effort for Kyuhyun to push Zhou Mi against the wall, making sure the large prop behind them blocked any unwanted eyes. They only exchanged silence, but Zhou Mi’s half-lidded gaze and parted mouth communicated perfectly to Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun weaved his hands through Zhou Mi’s hair, repeatedly entangling and untangling the strands. Gradually, Kyuhyun glided his eyes down - hair, forehead, bridge, nose - and finally lips. He attacked with fervor. Each kiss was made fast but deep; and each time Zhou Mi faltered, needing to take a shaky breath, Kyuhyun tightened his grip on Zhou Mi’s hair and cut him short. Still, Zhou Mi let him take the lead and rested his hands on Kyuhyun’s waist, squeezing every so often to let him know how good it felt.
About two minutes in, however, the pieces finally lined up for Kyuhyun. If life was like a cartoon, a light bulb would’ve immediately flashed above his head.
Kyuhyun pulled away from the kiss, slightly upset. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? You were trying to seduce me since you woke me up!”
Zhou Mi failed to deny it and muffled his chuckles against Kyuhyun’s neck. “I’m disappointed. You usually last a lot longer than this. You hadn’t even seen me in my oh-so fitting pants yet.”
Kyuhyun should’ve known. Zhou Mi was a first-class teaser: subtle, discreet, patient. Why is why he always got what he wanted. At least with Kyuhyun.
“Smug asshole,” Kyuhyun replied and tugged Zhou Mi’s head down for a quick rough kiss.
“I didn’t think just my hair would turn you on that much,” Zhou Mi said, genuinely amazed.
It honestly surprised Kyuhyun too and he thinks it’s almost embarrassing. So Kyuhyun retorted by giving another rough kiss, this time earning him a small moan. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue in and explored Zhou Mi’s mouth with eagerness. He could faintly taste the coffee Zhou Mi had had this morning, the bitterness mostly sugared down.
“I’ll definitely get back at you later,” he managed to say in between breaths. Zhou Mi hummed in acknowledgement as Kyuhyun continued to work Zhou Mi’s mouth.
They didn’t get as far as they wished because they suddenly heard distant shouting and the shuffling of feet. It took one second for both of them to realize where they were and that the next phase of filming prep was going to start and another second to get their mouths off each other. They took four seconds to give a quick check of each other: clothes untainted, mouths a bit swollen, make-up faded. They concluded it wasn’t a big deal; excuses could be made (they had learned to prepare the first time) and no one ever got too suspicious anyway since their intimacy was deemed within the normal standard.
Zhou Mi’s hair was still terribly mussed however. He frowned at Kyuhyun. “What about the stylists scolding me?”
“Tough luck,” Kyuhyun smirked and gave Zhou Mi’s hair one last ruffle before fleeing from the stomping of oncoming staff.
.
.
.
“No, no, I can’t get it back to the way it was,” cried one of the stylists. “It was so perfect.”
//
Another stylist raised her hands in defeat. “It’s not going to work, it’s best if we just leave it down.”
