[sj] in between your fingers
in between your fingers
super junior; kyuhyun/zhou mi; g | fluff
Home is just a phone call away
This was because I miss neoragodestiny.
Zhou Mi loves being at home. Being able to wake up whenever he pleases with the sound of his mother cooking, the smell of her home made dumplings wafting to his room. Not having to wrestle a dozen others to get to the shower, and dressing however he likes. It's not often he gets time off like this, he thinks with a contented sigh as he settles to his favorite chair at the balcony. Zhou Mi picks up his camera and twiddles a few buttons and knobs, and takes aim from his perch.
He takes a few hundred shots of street outside, of his neighbors, of his father washing the car in the lawn, and of himself sipping the ginger tea his mother made, sweet and just at the point of burning his throat how he likes it. He takes pictures of the sky and the city he can see from the second storey of his home, to help him cope with homesickness when he has to go back to Korea again (to his hectic schedules and screaming fans and never ending stress).
After an hour and feeling pleased, he goes inside and sinks to the sofa to begin the process of picking out the pictures he wants to keep. There's a picture of his neighbor and her daughter grinning toothily up at the camera that made him smile fondly. He hasn't seen her in ages, and he was surprised by how much she had grown. As he goes over the pictures, seeing the familiarity of his hometown, he feels like a normal person again, not Super Junior M's Zhou Mi, just Zhou Mi, the boy who had a heart full of dreams of singing in front of thousands of people. He almost misses those peaceful days, but then the slideshow finishes and loops back to the first pictures, pictures of his bandmates, his brothers, and an even wider grin spreads in his face.
He idly wonders how the preperations for their comeback went, and feels the dull pang of homesickness hit him. He smiled a little at the thought. Yes, he has two homes now, one here in China, in this small house where he grew up and nursed his dreams of becoming a singer until he is what he is now. And the other one's back in Seoul, where the other half of his heart resides, fragments of it in each of the hands of those fourteen men (little boys) he had come to call family.
Without thinking, he reached for his phone and dials a number he knows by heart from how often he called. The call is picked up after the third ring, and a rich, warm voice answered.
"Hello?"
A huge, huge grin lights up his whole face at the sound of that voice, a little crackly from the connection across the sea, but it still made him straighten up excitedly. He feels a part of his homesickness fade just by hearing the voice he's missed so much.
"Kui Xian! How are you? Goodness, when was the last time we talked?" he rambles away happily. "How is Dong Hai? And Shi Yuan? Is Jungsu-hyung pushing himself again? Make sure he doesn't, Kui Xian!"
"Whoa, calm down, Mi," Kyuhyun chuckles, amusement evident in his voice. Suddenly he squealed in surprise over the phone. "Donghae get the fuck off my back! It's just Zhou Mi!"
Zhou Mi hears shuffling and pained grunts from the other end of the line and frowned. A moment later, Donghae chirped, "Zhou Mi! How are you? Come back to Korea sooon - ouch! Kyuhyun don't hit me!"
And then he hears loud wailings coming from Donghae and a faint I'm gonna tell on Hyukkie! and footsteps running away.
"Sorry about that," Kyuhyun said, a little out of breath.
"Kui Xian, you shouldn't have hit him! If he wants to talk to me he can," Zhou Mi scolded, and Kyuhyun mumbled something that suspiciously sounded like who cares.
"We, uh, last talked two days ago actually. Heh. Did you miss me that much?" Kyuhyun continued with a cheekiness to his voice, and Zhou Mi blushed, thanking God Kyuhyun can't see him right now. Dear lord, what's gotten into him? Two days ago? It felt like it had been a few weeks.
"W - what are you talking about? I was just wondering how the preperations for your comeback went," he muttered, twirling the strap of his camera in between his fingers.
On the other line, Kyuhyun scoffed. "Oh sure, I totally believe you, Ge. You are like, the most homesick person I have ever met."
"I am home, Kui Xian," Zhou Mi pointed out.
Silence.
"Oh yeah, right," Kyuhyun mumbled sheepishly after a while. There's silence again as Zhou Mi continues fiddling with his camera idly, finding Kyuhyun's quiet breathing somewhat peaceful.
"So... how was it?" he broke the silence.
"Hm? Oh," Kyuhyun replied intelligently. "It was stupid. You should've seen the things we had to wear!" Then, like an afterthought, Kyuhyun muttered. "I wish you were here."
Zhou Mi's eyes widened, and after a few moments Kyuhyun seemed to realize what he just said.
"I mean, you'll love the concept! It's all colorful and the noonas called it stylish and edgy and you like those kind of stuff right? Even though I personally think it's wierd but you know I don't understand a thing about fashion, so - Zhou Mi?"
He stopped when he realized that his companion had started giggling uncontrollably to the reciever. Zhou Mi clutched his side, trying to stem the laughter but they spilled out of his throat and soon Kyuhyun had joined chuckling uncertainly back.
"Oh, Kui Xian," Zhou Mi sighed, wincing a little at the pain in his side from laughing too much. "I miss you so much. You, and everyone else."
All the way across the sea, Kyuhyun smiled softly, imagining Zhou Mi right next to him and grinning like the sun.
"I miss you too, Mi. Come back soon."
super junior; kyuhyun/zhou mi; g | fluff
Home is just a phone call away
This was because I miss neoragodestiny.
Zhou Mi loves being at home. Being able to wake up whenever he pleases with the sound of his mother cooking, the smell of her home made dumplings wafting to his room. Not having to wrestle a dozen others to get to the shower, and dressing however he likes. It's not often he gets time off like this, he thinks with a contented sigh as he settles to his favorite chair at the balcony. Zhou Mi picks up his camera and twiddles a few buttons and knobs, and takes aim from his perch.
He takes a few hundred shots of street outside, of his neighbors, of his father washing the car in the lawn, and of himself sipping the ginger tea his mother made, sweet and just at the point of burning his throat how he likes it. He takes pictures of the sky and the city he can see from the second storey of his home, to help him cope with homesickness when he has to go back to Korea again (to his hectic schedules and screaming fans and never ending stress).
After an hour and feeling pleased, he goes inside and sinks to the sofa to begin the process of picking out the pictures he wants to keep. There's a picture of his neighbor and her daughter grinning toothily up at the camera that made him smile fondly. He hasn't seen her in ages, and he was surprised by how much she had grown. As he goes over the pictures, seeing the familiarity of his hometown, he feels like a normal person again, not Super Junior M's Zhou Mi, just Zhou Mi, the boy who had a heart full of dreams of singing in front of thousands of people. He almost misses those peaceful days, but then the slideshow finishes and loops back to the first pictures, pictures of his bandmates, his brothers, and an even wider grin spreads in his face.
He idly wonders how the preperations for their comeback went, and feels the dull pang of homesickness hit him. He smiled a little at the thought. Yes, he has two homes now, one here in China, in this small house where he grew up and nursed his dreams of becoming a singer until he is what he is now. And the other one's back in Seoul, where the other half of his heart resides, fragments of it in each of the hands of those fourteen men (little boys) he had come to call family.
Without thinking, he reached for his phone and dials a number he knows by heart from how often he called. The call is picked up after the third ring, and a rich, warm voice answered.
"Hello?"
A huge, huge grin lights up his whole face at the sound of that voice, a little crackly from the connection across the sea, but it still made him straighten up excitedly. He feels a part of his homesickness fade just by hearing the voice he's missed so much.
"Kui Xian! How are you? Goodness, when was the last time we talked?" he rambles away happily. "How is Dong Hai? And Shi Yuan? Is Jungsu-hyung pushing himself again? Make sure he doesn't, Kui Xian!"
"Whoa, calm down, Mi," Kyuhyun chuckles, amusement evident in his voice. Suddenly he squealed in surprise over the phone. "Donghae get the fuck off my back! It's just Zhou Mi!"
Zhou Mi hears shuffling and pained grunts from the other end of the line and frowned. A moment later, Donghae chirped, "Zhou Mi! How are you? Come back to Korea sooon - ouch! Kyuhyun don't hit me!"
And then he hears loud wailings coming from Donghae and a faint I'm gonna tell on Hyukkie! and footsteps running away.
"Sorry about that," Kyuhyun said, a little out of breath.
"Kui Xian, you shouldn't have hit him! If he wants to talk to me he can," Zhou Mi scolded, and Kyuhyun mumbled something that suspiciously sounded like who cares.
"We, uh, last talked two days ago actually. Heh. Did you miss me that much?" Kyuhyun continued with a cheekiness to his voice, and Zhou Mi blushed, thanking God Kyuhyun can't see him right now. Dear lord, what's gotten into him? Two days ago? It felt like it had been a few weeks.
"W - what are you talking about? I was just wondering how the preperations for your comeback went," he muttered, twirling the strap of his camera in between his fingers.
On the other line, Kyuhyun scoffed. "Oh sure, I totally believe you, Ge. You are like, the most homesick person I have ever met."
"I am home, Kui Xian," Zhou Mi pointed out.
Silence.
"Oh yeah, right," Kyuhyun mumbled sheepishly after a while. There's silence again as Zhou Mi continues fiddling with his camera idly, finding Kyuhyun's quiet breathing somewhat peaceful.
"So... how was it?" he broke the silence.
"Hm? Oh," Kyuhyun replied intelligently. "It was stupid. You should've seen the things we had to wear!" Then, like an afterthought, Kyuhyun muttered. "I wish you were here."
Zhou Mi's eyes widened, and after a few moments Kyuhyun seemed to realize what he just said.
"I mean, you'll love the concept! It's all colorful and the noonas called it stylish and edgy and you like those kind of stuff right? Even though I personally think it's wierd but you know I don't understand a thing about fashion, so - Zhou Mi?"
He stopped when he realized that his companion had started giggling uncontrollably to the reciever. Zhou Mi clutched his side, trying to stem the laughter but they spilled out of his throat and soon Kyuhyun had joined chuckling uncertainly back.
"Oh, Kui Xian," Zhou Mi sighed, wincing a little at the pain in his side from laughing too much. "I miss you so much. You, and everyone else."
All the way across the sea, Kyuhyun smiled softly, imagining Zhou Mi right next to him and grinning like the sun.
"I miss you too, Mi. Come back soon."