Red Roses
Title: Red Roses
Author: ich_heisse_kai
Pairing: Qmi
Rating: pg-13
Length: oneshot
Summary: "I don’t think flowers will make up for all the times I’ve abandoned him because of this damned job"
what i did when i should have been doing my German homework...huhu
its been a while since i posted something here... ^^;;;
Zhoumi knew his boyfriend loved him - he knew it, he really did - but sometimes he wasn’t sure. Kyuhyun was a busy man, he understood that. Taking over as CEO of his father’s company when his father unexpectedly passed away last year had put a lot of stress on Kyuhyun and kept him out until ungodly hours of the night, working harder than anyone Zhoumi ever known, but this job was what paid the bills and kept them fed so Zhoumi wasn’t really complaining, he wasn’t. He was just lonely.
Kyuhyun sighed, running his fingers through his hair. It was late and it was only going to get later; he knew he wasn’t getting home to his lover tonight. He should be used to it by now - he was never home at a decent hour for almost a year now - but it still pained him to walk through the loft’s door to all the lights off, a cold dinner waiting for him on the table, and his boyfriend already asleep in their room. With another frustrated sigh, Kyuhyun felt close to banging his head against the desk when his secretary appeared in front of him.
This secretary was a young man named Ryeowook, only a year or two older than Kyuhyun. He was smart and efficient, not to mention handsome with his short black hair, fair skin and deep black eyes, and probably one of Kyuhyun’s best friends. “If you’re so inclined,” Ryeowook began, standing over Kyuhyun’s desk, looking over papers in his hand that he had to finish before he returned to his own home - to his own lover, “Why don’t you send him some flowers?”
Kyuhyun scowled. “I don’t think flowers will make up for all the times I’ve abandoned him because of this damned job.”
Ryeowook put the papers down and looked at the young CEO. Kyuhyun was no older than 22, and Ryeowook felt it was a shame, having to behave like a 40 year old at such a young age. Ryeowook pitied his friend, he truly did, but advising him to quit is not something friends do. “No, of course not,” Ryeowook agreed, “Flowers won’t make up for it - ” Kyuhyun sent a sharp glare his friend’s way, and opened his mouth to send some biting words, but Ryeowook cut him off. “This work will be here in the morning. Why don’t you go to him tonight?”
Kyuhyun sighed, “I don’t know….”
Ryeowook frowned at this, his friend’s lack of romanticism and sheer sense of uncertainty. “Do it. I’ll be here to help you.”
“But what would I do?” Kyuhyun asked, looking miserable. Ryeowook grinned and jotted something down on a post-it note before shoving his boss into an elevator and told him not to return until 10 a.m. the next morning.
Zhoumi sighed, allowing himself to be swallowed by the over-sized, over-comfy couch he and his boyfriend have in the living room, overlooking the balcony and a perfect cityscape. He remembered all the nights he and Kyuhyun had spent staring at the same view until the sun rose, only making him frown, want to cry, and sink deeper into the couch.
The loft was already dark, as Zhoumi didn’t care enough to turn on the lights when the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon. The TV wasn’t on and Zhoumi didn’t bother to cook that night since he wasn’t in the mood to eat alone. Again. He was about to get up to retire to the room he and his boyfriend shared when the front door opened, startling him.
Kyuhyun, looking smart in his suit, strode up to the gaping and obviously surprised Zhoumi with his hands behind his back. Zhoumi didn’t notice anything beyond the handsome grin on his boyfriend’s eyes, but when he held up a single red rose to his face, his dark eyes turned to stare at this.
“Well,” Kyuhyun said, his voice soft and smooth like velvet, “take it.”
Obedient Zhoumi did as he was told, taking the rose’s green stem into his hands. Only when he looked at Kyuhyun and saw the expectant look on his face did he realize that there was a note tied to the end of the long stem. Zhoumi squinted hard at the hangul and Kyuhyun had to bite back a laugh at the face he made while trying, but soon he understood (Kyuhyun knew he did by the why Zhoumi leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips). Kyuhyun laughed and said, “Don’t get too happy yet, there’s something else.”
Zhoumi stared at his boyfriend for a long moment, before his face broke out into a deep frown. “You got fired?” he asked, “is this it? Huh?”
Kyuhyun laughed this time, not feeling the need to repress it. Zhoumi looked scalded to say the least. “No, no,” Kyuhyun told him, “That’s not it -” Kyuhyun held up another red rose, identical to the other one, with another note. “This is.” And when Zhoumi just stared at him, he nudged the flower to him and told him to take it. Zhoumi did, handling this flower with a care that he didn’t treat the other with, and held the little note to his face.
Kyuhyun laughed when Zhoumi suddenly grabbed him and hugged him tight, burying his face in the crook of Kyuhyun’s neck. Kyuhyun wrapped his arms around the other’s skinny frame, loving the feeling of having his lover in his arms again after so long and kissed his temple, the other’s warm skin leaving a tingling sensation on his lips. Kyuhyun turned his head to nuzzle into his boyfriend’s soft mass of hair when Zhoumi surprised him with a passionate kiss on the lips.
Later that night, when Zhoumi was fast asleep in Kyuhyun’s arms, his head resting on his shoulder and his messy hair tickling Kyuhyun’s neck and lanky arms around his hips, he made a mental note to thank Ryeowook the next day.
Give her two red roses, each with a note. The first note says “For the [one] I love” and the second, “For my best friend”.
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