Back to Life - Part 4
Title: Back to Life - Part 4/6
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: R
Warnings: Some non specific, non graphic job related yuck
Genre: Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior. No one does!
Summary: Cho Kyuhyun's quiet, peaceful life is about to get seriously interrupted
Author's Note: For arashi_nana. I hope you like it, darling. :D
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Zhou Mi spent the next two days in a fog. He slept only five or six hours a night, ate terrible (but cheap and convenient) food and did absolutely everything that Cho Kyuhyun told him to do without question. Something had changed, although Zhou Mi could not quite tell what it was. Kyuhyun seemed to have accepted the fact that Zhou Mi was not going to go away, and although he still looked like he was at the dentist with a drill in his mouth every time Zhou Mi forgot himself and began to hum or sing, they got along well.
In fact, Kyuhyun had been stunned when Zhou Mi had shown up at 7am the following morning, showered, refreshed, and ready to go. He came in holding a bag with two bagels, cream cheese and two steaming hot coffees. Kyuhyun had looked somewhere between hesitant and famished at the sight and smells of breakfast, and Zhou Mi wondered if the man had had any food since the day before.
When asked how early he had arrived, Kyuhyun made a face, snatched the coffee and said he’d been there since 5:30am, and so far had already catalogued the evidence they had found and made a report to Siwon. Zhou Mi, knowing that this was intended as some kind of declaration that Kyuhyun didn’t need his help, only offered him a bagel with a big smile. Kyuhyun had merely looked both bemused and irritated and had grabbed the bagel and stormed back to his desk to eat it noisily while banging on the keyboard.
They spent the entirety of their day carefully and meticulously autopsying the second body. It was gruesome work, and Zhou Mi was careful to only allow himself the role of a scientist and not to think about the fact that the human whose blood he was soaked in had been alive once. Zhou Mi did as he was told, used all of the knowledge he had been given in his nearly eight years of study.
He had to admit that while Cho Kyuhyun was the most frustrating, confusing man on the planet, he sure knew what he was doing. He discovered so much evidence even within the first four hours that Zhou Mi was struggling to keep up.
When they were finally finished a little over seven hours later, Zhou Mi turned to face the mountains of labwork sitting in his inbox. Despite the triple homicide, there were other crimes being committed a hundred times a day, and life didn’t stop for a tragedy of this magnitude.
He washed up, sloshed down another mug of coffee and turned to face his desk. His arms and back were protesting and he let out a groan of relief when he finally sat down. Kyuhyun (pretended to) ignore him, pacing around the morgue like a tiger, his eyes boring holes into the X-Ray they had taken earlier of the cadaver’s stomach. He was muttering to himself, but he did that a lot. Zhou Mi turned around, switched on his monitor and set to work, knowing that he’d be lucky to get home by 2am.
~~
Kyuhyun was annoyed. Granted, this was his nearly permanent state of mind, but in this particular instance he was more annoyed than usual. Except this time it wasn’t his new lab assistant that his frustration was aimed at. In fact, Kyuhyun had to grudgingly admit that the man knew a lot more than he had expected him to, and he’d been such an asset during the autopsies that he had slipped into working side by side with him as if it were completely natural. Oddly enough, they had silently developed a steady rhythm that Kyuhyun felt at ease with, and after several hours' work, he was stunned to discover that he had actually almost enjoyed the way they worked together.
He glanced over at Zhou Mi, seeing that his face was lit by the computer screen, and that he was typing like the wind. His tongue was sticking out a little bit, and the look of intense concentration on his face made Kyuhyun smile. And then frown. He felt like punching himself. What the HELL was going on? Where were these….feelings…coming from all of a sudden? He was unaccustomed to having feelings about living people beyond his own family, and even that was somewhat strained and awkward at times.
But Zhou Mi was making him slightly crazy. It had to be insanity. The pressure of working so closely with the dead for so long must have caused him to lose touch with reality somehow. He hated to think that Siwon may have been right. The thought made him stand up straighter, lift his chin and be determined NOT to give in to these silly, incomprehensible feelings he had been having. Feelings were for……other people. Not Cho Kyuhyun. Cho Kyuhyun was a scientist, a brilliant man with a steady career and a quiet life. He liked it that way.
Kyuhyun took a deep breath and once again glared intently at the X-ray, his eyes squinting at the tiny object lodged in the esophagus of the body he had just autopsied. It was obvious what it was, and even now the actual object was sitting on his desk, secured in a sterile plastic bag as evidence.
A key.
A tiny little gold key.
They had removed it with tweezers, and he remembered looking across the body at Zhou Mi, whose eyebrows were furrowed, mirroring the confusion that Kyuhyun had felt as well. Had the key been swallowed on purpose? Or had it been forced into the victim’s throat and swallowed? And more importantly, what did this key open? They didn’t know. But it was only one of the clues they had uncovered. They were mind boggling, but Kyuhyun was determined to put the pieces together.
And he was determined not to keep looking over at Zhou Mi. Oddly, he found Zhou Mi more fascinating by the moment, despite his resolve not to think about this, or allow any feelings to happen. He stole a glance over at his lab assistant and saw that Zhou Mi was yawning widely. Another foreign sensation of guilt swept over him, and before he knew what he was doing, he was walking over to Zhou Mi’s desk.
“You should go home and get some sleep.” He announced. Zhou Mi looked up at him in surprise, the glare from his computer screen reflected in his stylish glasses.
“What?”
Kyuhyun frowned, wondering if Zhou Mi was hard of hearing. “I said you should go home. We can do more tomorrow when you’ve had a chance to rest.”
Zhou Mi’s mouth fell open at the unexpected offer. “But….I have hours of work here to do, Kui Xian.” Zhou Mi said, and the sound of his Chinese name did strange things to Kyuhyun’s stomach.
“I know but…” He began, but Zhou Mi shook his head, a slight frown on his face.
“You were here before me this morning, and I know you. If I leave now, you’ll do all these lab slips and process them, and you won’t go home at all, and you won't sleep, you’ll stay here all damn night and still be here when I get back in the morning. I know you don’t want me here, but I’m not going to let you push me out of your sterile little world to the detriment of your own health.” Zhou Mi said, turning back to the next lab slip. He scanned the paper and then opened a new document. Kyuhyun gaped at him, flabbergasted.
“That wasn’t what I--”
“Go finish your own work, Kui Xian.” Zhou Mi said, waving him off. Kyuhyun could not believe what he was hearing.
“Hey, this is my--”
“Yes yes I’m aware it’s YOUR morgue. But Siwon is my boss, not you.”
“I--”
Finally, Zhou Mi looked up at him, his expression slightly pained. “I’m here to stay, Kui Xian. Get used to it.”
“Will you let me finish!?” Kyuhyun finally exploded. Zhou Mi’s mouth fell open slightly, and Kyuhyun began to pace, exhaustion and irritation winning over his usual need to keep his feelings to himself. “I came over here to try and do something NICE for you and you go off on me!” Kyuhyun waved his hand around, continuing his rant on another breath. “I didn’t want you to go home because I wanted to do your work for you! You’re perfectly capable and in fact this whole past two days would have been hellish without you here so will you PLEASE stop yelling at me and making me feel like I mistreat you? I'm not a dictator!”
“I’m not yelling.” Zhou Mi said, slightly alarmed at the wild look on Kyuhyun’s face. “You’re the one yelling.”
“I AM NOT YELLING!” Kyuhyun yelled. “If you want to stay, FINE! Stay!” He shouted, stomping away, furious with himself for this completely uncharacteristic outburst. The urge to pluck up one of the steel instruments and stab himself in the head with it to remove all these conflicting feelings was overwhelming.
Instead he stormed back to his desk and sat back down, angrily slamming his fingers on the keyboard, determined now to stay all night and finish this just to get some kind of semblance of normalcy back in his life. What on earth had come over him just now? Had he finally lost his mind? Was Siwon right, and he'd finally cracked and gone mad?
It was nearly thirty seconds before Kyuhyun realized that Zhou Mi had come to stand next to his desk. He looked up at him, wondering what Zhou Mi wanted now. He had a massive headache and felt like something inside his chest had been…..wounded by Zhou Mi’s suggestion that Kyuhyun didn’t want him there anymore. That may have been true a few days ago, but now…
“I’m sorry.” Zhou Mi said softly. Kyuhyun swallowed and tried to shrug as vaguely as possible.
“Whatever.”
“Kui Xian?”
“What?”
“Stand up, please.”
“Why?”
Zhou Mi groaned, slapping his hand on his forehead. “You really are socially retarded, aren’t you? Just stand up please.”
Annoyed, Kyuhyun rose to his feet, turned and faced his lab assistant. He crossed his arms and glared at the handsome Chinese man in front of him. “What.” He said, tired of fighting.
Zhou Mi shook his head, a knowing smile forming on his mouth. “Thank you.” He said quietly. Kyuhyun frowned and was seconds from asking what had prompted this apology but was stopped at the gentle press of Zhou Mi’s perfect, soft lips on his own.
The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to electrify every cell in Kyuhyun’s body. It was enough to make the hundreds of puzzle pieces inside his confused and over stimulated brain to connect, and it was enough to awaken the long dormant locked compartments of his heart. It was enough to make lights pop in his vision, and his arms drop in stunned silence to his sides.
When Zhou Mi stepped back to watch his reaction, all Kyuhyun could do was utter one meaningful yet completely useless word.
“Oh.”
Part 5
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Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: R
Warnings: Some non specific, non graphic job related yuck
Genre: Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior. No one does!
Summary: Cho Kyuhyun's quiet, peaceful life is about to get seriously interrupted
Author's Note: For arashi_nana. I hope you like it, darling. :D
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Zhou Mi spent the next two days in a fog. He slept only five or six hours a night, ate terrible (but cheap and convenient) food and did absolutely everything that Cho Kyuhyun told him to do without question. Something had changed, although Zhou Mi could not quite tell what it was. Kyuhyun seemed to have accepted the fact that Zhou Mi was not going to go away, and although he still looked like he was at the dentist with a drill in his mouth every time Zhou Mi forgot himself and began to hum or sing, they got along well.
In fact, Kyuhyun had been stunned when Zhou Mi had shown up at 7am the following morning, showered, refreshed, and ready to go. He came in holding a bag with two bagels, cream cheese and two steaming hot coffees. Kyuhyun had looked somewhere between hesitant and famished at the sight and smells of breakfast, and Zhou Mi wondered if the man had had any food since the day before.
When asked how early he had arrived, Kyuhyun made a face, snatched the coffee and said he’d been there since 5:30am, and so far had already catalogued the evidence they had found and made a report to Siwon. Zhou Mi, knowing that this was intended as some kind of declaration that Kyuhyun didn’t need his help, only offered him a bagel with a big smile. Kyuhyun had merely looked both bemused and irritated and had grabbed the bagel and stormed back to his desk to eat it noisily while banging on the keyboard.
They spent the entirety of their day carefully and meticulously autopsying the second body. It was gruesome work, and Zhou Mi was careful to only allow himself the role of a scientist and not to think about the fact that the human whose blood he was soaked in had been alive once. Zhou Mi did as he was told, used all of the knowledge he had been given in his nearly eight years of study.
He had to admit that while Cho Kyuhyun was the most frustrating, confusing man on the planet, he sure knew what he was doing. He discovered so much evidence even within the first four hours that Zhou Mi was struggling to keep up.
When they were finally finished a little over seven hours later, Zhou Mi turned to face the mountains of labwork sitting in his inbox. Despite the triple homicide, there were other crimes being committed a hundred times a day, and life didn’t stop for a tragedy of this magnitude.
He washed up, sloshed down another mug of coffee and turned to face his desk. His arms and back were protesting and he let out a groan of relief when he finally sat down. Kyuhyun (pretended to) ignore him, pacing around the morgue like a tiger, his eyes boring holes into the X-Ray they had taken earlier of the cadaver’s stomach. He was muttering to himself, but he did that a lot. Zhou Mi turned around, switched on his monitor and set to work, knowing that he’d be lucky to get home by 2am.
~~
Kyuhyun was annoyed. Granted, this was his nearly permanent state of mind, but in this particular instance he was more annoyed than usual. Except this time it wasn’t his new lab assistant that his frustration was aimed at. In fact, Kyuhyun had to grudgingly admit that the man knew a lot more than he had expected him to, and he’d been such an asset during the autopsies that he had slipped into working side by side with him as if it were completely natural. Oddly enough, they had silently developed a steady rhythm that Kyuhyun felt at ease with, and after several hours' work, he was stunned to discover that he had actually almost enjoyed the way they worked together.
He glanced over at Zhou Mi, seeing that his face was lit by the computer screen, and that he was typing like the wind. His tongue was sticking out a little bit, and the look of intense concentration on his face made Kyuhyun smile. And then frown. He felt like punching himself. What the HELL was going on? Where were these….feelings…coming from all of a sudden? He was unaccustomed to having feelings about living people beyond his own family, and even that was somewhat strained and awkward at times.
But Zhou Mi was making him slightly crazy. It had to be insanity. The pressure of working so closely with the dead for so long must have caused him to lose touch with reality somehow. He hated to think that Siwon may have been right. The thought made him stand up straighter, lift his chin and be determined NOT to give in to these silly, incomprehensible feelings he had been having. Feelings were for……other people. Not Cho Kyuhyun. Cho Kyuhyun was a scientist, a brilliant man with a steady career and a quiet life. He liked it that way.
Kyuhyun took a deep breath and once again glared intently at the X-ray, his eyes squinting at the tiny object lodged in the esophagus of the body he had just autopsied. It was obvious what it was, and even now the actual object was sitting on his desk, secured in a sterile plastic bag as evidence.
A key.
A tiny little gold key.
They had removed it with tweezers, and he remembered looking across the body at Zhou Mi, whose eyebrows were furrowed, mirroring the confusion that Kyuhyun had felt as well. Had the key been swallowed on purpose? Or had it been forced into the victim’s throat and swallowed? And more importantly, what did this key open? They didn’t know. But it was only one of the clues they had uncovered. They were mind boggling, but Kyuhyun was determined to put the pieces together.
And he was determined not to keep looking over at Zhou Mi. Oddly, he found Zhou Mi more fascinating by the moment, despite his resolve not to think about this, or allow any feelings to happen. He stole a glance over at his lab assistant and saw that Zhou Mi was yawning widely. Another foreign sensation of guilt swept over him, and before he knew what he was doing, he was walking over to Zhou Mi’s desk.
“You should go home and get some sleep.” He announced. Zhou Mi looked up at him in surprise, the glare from his computer screen reflected in his stylish glasses.
“What?”
Kyuhyun frowned, wondering if Zhou Mi was hard of hearing. “I said you should go home. We can do more tomorrow when you’ve had a chance to rest.”
Zhou Mi’s mouth fell open at the unexpected offer. “But….I have hours of work here to do, Kui Xian.” Zhou Mi said, and the sound of his Chinese name did strange things to Kyuhyun’s stomach.
“I know but…” He began, but Zhou Mi shook his head, a slight frown on his face.
“You were here before me this morning, and I know you. If I leave now, you’ll do all these lab slips and process them, and you won’t go home at all, and you won't sleep, you’ll stay here all damn night and still be here when I get back in the morning. I know you don’t want me here, but I’m not going to let you push me out of your sterile little world to the detriment of your own health.” Zhou Mi said, turning back to the next lab slip. He scanned the paper and then opened a new document. Kyuhyun gaped at him, flabbergasted.
“That wasn’t what I--”
“Go finish your own work, Kui Xian.” Zhou Mi said, waving him off. Kyuhyun could not believe what he was hearing.
“Hey, this is my--”
“Yes yes I’m aware it’s YOUR morgue. But Siwon is my boss, not you.”
“I--”
Finally, Zhou Mi looked up at him, his expression slightly pained. “I’m here to stay, Kui Xian. Get used to it.”
“Will you let me finish!?” Kyuhyun finally exploded. Zhou Mi’s mouth fell open slightly, and Kyuhyun began to pace, exhaustion and irritation winning over his usual need to keep his feelings to himself. “I came over here to try and do something NICE for you and you go off on me!” Kyuhyun waved his hand around, continuing his rant on another breath. “I didn’t want you to go home because I wanted to do your work for you! You’re perfectly capable and in fact this whole past two days would have been hellish without you here so will you PLEASE stop yelling at me and making me feel like I mistreat you? I'm not a dictator!”
“I’m not yelling.” Zhou Mi said, slightly alarmed at the wild look on Kyuhyun’s face. “You’re the one yelling.”
“I AM NOT YELLING!” Kyuhyun yelled. “If you want to stay, FINE! Stay!” He shouted, stomping away, furious with himself for this completely uncharacteristic outburst. The urge to pluck up one of the steel instruments and stab himself in the head with it to remove all these conflicting feelings was overwhelming.
Instead he stormed back to his desk and sat back down, angrily slamming his fingers on the keyboard, determined now to stay all night and finish this just to get some kind of semblance of normalcy back in his life. What on earth had come over him just now? Had he finally lost his mind? Was Siwon right, and he'd finally cracked and gone mad?
It was nearly thirty seconds before Kyuhyun realized that Zhou Mi had come to stand next to his desk. He looked up at him, wondering what Zhou Mi wanted now. He had a massive headache and felt like something inside his chest had been…..wounded by Zhou Mi’s suggestion that Kyuhyun didn’t want him there anymore. That may have been true a few days ago, but now…
“I’m sorry.” Zhou Mi said softly. Kyuhyun swallowed and tried to shrug as vaguely as possible.
“Whatever.”
“Kui Xian?”
“What?”
“Stand up, please.”
“Why?”
Zhou Mi groaned, slapping his hand on his forehead. “You really are socially retarded, aren’t you? Just stand up please.”
Annoyed, Kyuhyun rose to his feet, turned and faced his lab assistant. He crossed his arms and glared at the handsome Chinese man in front of him. “What.” He said, tired of fighting.
Zhou Mi shook his head, a knowing smile forming on his mouth. “Thank you.” He said quietly. Kyuhyun frowned and was seconds from asking what had prompted this apology but was stopped at the gentle press of Zhou Mi’s perfect, soft lips on his own.
The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to electrify every cell in Kyuhyun’s body. It was enough to make the hundreds of puzzle pieces inside his confused and over stimulated brain to connect, and it was enough to awaken the long dormant locked compartments of his heart. It was enough to make lights pop in his vision, and his arms drop in stunned silence to his sides.
When Zhou Mi stepped back to watch his reaction, all Kyuhyun could do was utter one meaningful yet completely useless word.
“Oh.”
Part 5
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