Super Junior {Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi ; Breathe In, Breathe Out}
Title: Breathe In, Breathe Out
Fandom: Super Junior (AU, !university)
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Word count: 2,053
Rating: PG
Summary: You wearing Zhou Mi's clothes is like some cutesy thing, like you're so much of a couple that you've morphed into one person.
A/N: my entire tumblr dash seems to be full of QMi, and for some reason I can't stop thinking about Kyuhyun accidently wearing one of Zhou Mi's scarves, which is where this is coming from. still trying to work out how I got 2000 words from it though. This is set in this world that I haven't exactly written yet, but when I do, is actually going to be focused around SHINee. But for now, have some QMi.
Breathe In, Breathe Out
At 8:00AM, the alarm rang. This pissed Kyuhyun off. He hadn't fallen asleep until 5:00AM thanks to working on 3D Animation project which had taken all weekend to complete. The alarm clock, he couldn’t help but feel, was just taunting him; it seemed like it was taking sick satisfaction in making him wake up.
Zhou Mi mumbled something and burrowed his head under the pillow. Kyuhyun turned the alarm off with hand that was numb from being squashed beneath his stomach and somehow managed to roll out of bed, though this meant that he literally lay on his back on the floor for a couple of minutes. Then, picking himself up, he fumbled through the wardrobe, pulling some clothes out and dragging them on his body with as much difficulty as if he was trying to pull on a wetsuit. By the time he was finished, he felt exhausted.
Zhou Mi mumbled something again, Chinese from the sound of it, and Kyuhyun said, "Yes, I'll get breakfast," though he couldn't be sure that Zhou Mi had said that; for all Kyuhyun had been able to work out, Zhou Mi had possibly been reminding him to pick up his Chinese assignment, so Kyuhyun did that too on his way out of the door, bundled up in the first scarf he'd come across in an attempt at keeping warm in the February air.
It didn't help, and he was little cheesed off that the coldness outside didn't even seem to wake him up. In fact, it made him wish so much for his bed that he fell more into a stupor so that by the time he slid into a chair next to Heechul in the Game Programming II class, the table looked comfortable enough to sleep on.
He saw Heechul giving him a side-long look as he unwrapped his scarf from around his neck. "What?" he asked tiredly, not even able to work up any energy to care about what Heechul was about to throw his way.
"You're wearing Mi's clothing now?" Heechul asked, a slight smirk on his face. Kyuhyun looked down at the scarf in his hands; it was definitely Zhou Mi's, as only Zhou Mi's would have a sparkly silver design. The long sweater he was wearing was also Zhou Mi's. He picked at the hem and then looked back at Heechul.
"Apparently so. What about it?"
"Nothing," said Heechul, when it quite clearly was something, and he turned back to watching their professor try to start the computer up. Kyuhyun watched as the smirk on Heechul's face didn't waver any, and poked him in the side. Heechul gave him a glare but said, "I just never thought you'd be that kind of couple."
"Hyung, I saw that shirt on Hankyung-hyung last week. You wear his clothes all the time. Why is this any different?"
"That's like marking your territory. You wearing Zhou Mi's clothes is like some cutesy thing, like you're so much of a couple that you've morphed into one person."
“Oh, shut up,” said Kyuhyun cleverly. Heechul snorted but seemed to take the hint; now that they were junior year, no one gave anyone shit about being snappy when they were tired. It was generally understood that any offence would later be smoothed over with a generous gift of alcohol.
Kyuhyun dropped the scarf iin his bag. The sweater he could cope with, but sparkly scarfs were definitely the sole interest of his boyfriend, who was most certainly still in bed at this point in time. Kyuhyun lay his head on the table. “Why did we sign up for this early class?” he groaned.
“Because we’re both lazy fuckers who took too long to register for classes,” Heechul said airily. There was a cup of coffee on the table in front of him. Kyuhyun had severe doubts that it was the first he’d had. “Actually, you should be asking why did I sign up, considering I don’t even need to take it.”
“You signed up to make sure that I got a project partner who actually had two brain cells to rub together,” Kyuhyun muttered, casting a dark eye over the rest of the lecture hall. After a B+ in Data Structures last year, he was not overly enamoured with group projects, which usually had him holding his entire team up as he was usually the only one who understood anything.
“Speaking of which,” Heechul said, “you’re free after twelve today, right? Want to meet up and get started on that animation game thing?”
Kyuhyun groaned again. “Please, hyung,” he said, as the professor eventually walked into the room, “not today.”
By the time the lecture was over, he had less than half a page of scrawled notes and a blinding headache. He clearly looked so bad that Heechul even took pity on him and handed over the notes he’d managed without a note of protest. Sungmin and Siwon were waiting for them outside, offering to buy breakfast.
“I’ve already had something,” Kyuhyun said.
“We’ll get you coffee,” Sungmin offered tactically, which was enough to lure Kyuhyun along to the coffee shop near the fine arts building, where he sat mostly in a stupor, drinking piping hot coffee and sinking further and further into the neck of his sweater until he was forced to move to his Chinese class.
He was staring blankly at the front of the room, the teacher saying something about an important grammatical rule to remember, when he realised that the reason he felt so stupefied wasn’t just because he was tired. The sweater smelled of Zhou Mi. Every time he breathed in, he was assaulted by it. No wonder he couldn’t stop thinking about his bed; being in this sweater was like being covered in blankets, pressed right against Zhou Mi’s chest.
“Gui Xian?”
It took him a moment to realise he was being called on, mainly because he’d just found himself totally lost in fantasies of being called Kui Xian. He didn’t even have the energy to jump. He merely blinked slowly at the teacher and slurred out, in Korean, “Yes? Sorry, I didn’t get that.”
He received a slow blink, similar to his own, in return. She was clearly disconcerted; he was generally her best student and hadn’t, in the two semesters she’d been teaching him, spoken Korean. It seemed to scare her quite a bit, changing the subject and directing the question to another student, allowing Kyuhyun to continue staring blankly.
By the end of the class, he had the collar of the sweater pulled right up to his nose, taking deep breaths; the kid next to him kept shifting his chair further away.
Four hours until his next class, he thought, as he trailed out of Chinese behind everyone else. He could find a sofa in the library and sleep until then, providing he could find someone to watch his things for him. For other people, this wouldn’t be a problem, seeing as most people spent a lot of their time in the library, but he was friends with mostly arts students, who seemed to spend the bare minimum of time in the library. It was almost as if they were vampires, and the librarians had put cloves of garlic between the pages of every book.
However, find someone he did; Changmin, making notes for his Crime and Society class. “Criminology,” Kyuhyun said in relief, dumping his things next to Changmin’s chair and pulling a couple over to make a bed. “Thank god for subjects that require work time.”
Changmin gave him a frank once over, then shut his book. “Don’t even bother, we’re getting lunch,” he said, stuffing his notes haphazardly in his bag.
“No,” said Kyuhyun, grabbing Changmin’s jacket off him, partly to stop him leaving and partly to use as a blanket. “I am going to sleep. You’re going to sit here and make sure no one steals my stuff.”
“But I’m hungry,” Changmin said plaintively. “Come on, don’t be a dick. Do you want your best friend to starve?”
“Yes,” Kyuhyun said, but it was useless; Changmin was just staring at him, an eyebrow raised, and Kyuhyun just sighed and said, “Fine, but you’re paying.”
“I’m paying,” Changmin nodded.
During lunch, Changmin had commented on how stylish he looked - Changmin had recently taken an interest in fashion after hearing that quite a few freshman girls thought he was attractive - and Kyuhyun had been once more reminded of whose jumper, exactly, he was wearing. Anything Changmin had said after that had been ridiculously hard to concentrate on.
In fact, by the time they got back to the library and Changmin agreed to watch his things while he slept, Kyuhyun found that he was no longer tired. He had stumbled, somehow, into being hyper-awake, as if every sense was suddenly alive. It was not a good thing. It was a very, very bad thing. Now every time he breathed in, he was a little more turned on.
It became so bad that he began to contemplate skipping class. The problem with that was that Zhou Mi had class until five, which made skipping for the purposes of sex somewhat pointless. After handing in his assignment for 3D Animation, however, he didn’t take anything in, knowing that at that point in time, Zhou Mi was most probably at home, alone, doing something stupid like composing or cleaning dishes while singing and blissfully unaware that all day, Kyuhyun had been wearing his sweater and going a little bit crazy.
“Hi,” trilled Zhou Mi, as Kyuhyun let the door to their apartment shut behind him. He wearily toed his shoes off.
“Hello,” he said, far less enthusiastic. Judging from the direction of his voice, Zhou Mi was in the living room. Good, Kyuhyun thought, and purposely made himself walk into the kitchen and get a snack. Then, with his hands and mouth full, he walked into the living room, where Zhou Mi was sitting on the floor, a textbook open on the coffee table and a pen lid in his mouth. Kyuhyun stopped, swallowed, stared.
Zhou Mi squinted at him. “Is that my sweater?”
“Y-yeah,” Kyuhyun said, waving his hand towards the hall where his bag was. “I took your scarf too, I got...mixed up.”
“You look tired.” Zhou Mi clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “I told you to sleep earlier, you had four hours today to work on it.”
“I know,” Kyuhyun said automatically, then; “Actually, I didn’t, because Changmin made me get lunch with him.”
“So you didn’t use the time to sleep?”
“No,” Kyuhyun said, choosing to forgo telling Zhou Mi about the Awkward Feelings he had found himself having.
Zhou Mi climbed to his feet, ushering him out of the room. “Then you should nap while I make dinner,” he said, concerned.
“You mean order take out,” Kyuhyun said, but his heart wasn’t in it. Just inside the doorway to the bedroom, he stopped, turned to Zhou Mi, and said, “Come with me.”
“What?”
“Come to bed with me.”
Zhou Mi’s smile was unsure but amused. “Kui Xian, I really think you should sleep, not-”
“No,” said Kyuhyun, frustrated because Zhou Mi didn’t get it, and explaining it was awkward and embarrassing. “I just mean to sleep. Just...come to bed with me.”
Zhou Mi looked confused, so Kyuhyun pulled his head down and kissed him, keeping their mouths together in a lingering, but soft kiss. “Please,” he said.
“Okay,” said Zhou Mi, still confused but already flicking the light off, “but it means we’ll definitely have to get take out.”
“Fine,” said Kyuhyun, navigating his way through the darkness happily. He pulled Zhou Mi down on the bed next to him and wrapped his arms around his waist, burying his face in his shoulder and breathing in. Zhou Mi wriggled a little but seemed to go soft and pliant.
After a couple of moments, Kyuhyun slipped his hands to the buttons on Zhou Mi’s shirt; well, he said he would sleep, but he hadn’t said he’d do it immediately.
Fandom: Super Junior (AU, !university)
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Word count: 2,053
Rating: PG
Summary: You wearing Zhou Mi's clothes is like some cutesy thing, like you're so much of a couple that you've morphed into one person.
A/N: my entire tumblr dash seems to be full of QMi, and for some reason I can't stop thinking about Kyuhyun accidently wearing one of Zhou Mi's scarves, which is where this is coming from. still trying to work out how I got 2000 words from it though. This is set in this world that I haven't exactly written yet, but when I do, is actually going to be focused around SHINee. But for now, have some QMi.
Breathe In, Breathe Out
At 8:00AM, the alarm rang. This pissed Kyuhyun off. He hadn't fallen asleep until 5:00AM thanks to working on 3D Animation project which had taken all weekend to complete. The alarm clock, he couldn’t help but feel, was just taunting him; it seemed like it was taking sick satisfaction in making him wake up.
Zhou Mi mumbled something and burrowed his head under the pillow. Kyuhyun turned the alarm off with hand that was numb from being squashed beneath his stomach and somehow managed to roll out of bed, though this meant that he literally lay on his back on the floor for a couple of minutes. Then, picking himself up, he fumbled through the wardrobe, pulling some clothes out and dragging them on his body with as much difficulty as if he was trying to pull on a wetsuit. By the time he was finished, he felt exhausted.
Zhou Mi mumbled something again, Chinese from the sound of it, and Kyuhyun said, "Yes, I'll get breakfast," though he couldn't be sure that Zhou Mi had said that; for all Kyuhyun had been able to work out, Zhou Mi had possibly been reminding him to pick up his Chinese assignment, so Kyuhyun did that too on his way out of the door, bundled up in the first scarf he'd come across in an attempt at keeping warm in the February air.
It didn't help, and he was little cheesed off that the coldness outside didn't even seem to wake him up. In fact, it made him wish so much for his bed that he fell more into a stupor so that by the time he slid into a chair next to Heechul in the Game Programming II class, the table looked comfortable enough to sleep on.
He saw Heechul giving him a side-long look as he unwrapped his scarf from around his neck. "What?" he asked tiredly, not even able to work up any energy to care about what Heechul was about to throw his way.
"You're wearing Mi's clothing now?" Heechul asked, a slight smirk on his face. Kyuhyun looked down at the scarf in his hands; it was definitely Zhou Mi's, as only Zhou Mi's would have a sparkly silver design. The long sweater he was wearing was also Zhou Mi's. He picked at the hem and then looked back at Heechul.
"Apparently so. What about it?"
"Nothing," said Heechul, when it quite clearly was something, and he turned back to watching their professor try to start the computer up. Kyuhyun watched as the smirk on Heechul's face didn't waver any, and poked him in the side. Heechul gave him a glare but said, "I just never thought you'd be that kind of couple."
"Hyung, I saw that shirt on Hankyung-hyung last week. You wear his clothes all the time. Why is this any different?"
"That's like marking your territory. You wearing Zhou Mi's clothes is like some cutesy thing, like you're so much of a couple that you've morphed into one person."
“Oh, shut up,” said Kyuhyun cleverly. Heechul snorted but seemed to take the hint; now that they were junior year, no one gave anyone shit about being snappy when they were tired. It was generally understood that any offence would later be smoothed over with a generous gift of alcohol.
Kyuhyun dropped the scarf iin his bag. The sweater he could cope with, but sparkly scarfs were definitely the sole interest of his boyfriend, who was most certainly still in bed at this point in time. Kyuhyun lay his head on the table. “Why did we sign up for this early class?” he groaned.
“Because we’re both lazy fuckers who took too long to register for classes,” Heechul said airily. There was a cup of coffee on the table in front of him. Kyuhyun had severe doubts that it was the first he’d had. “Actually, you should be asking why did I sign up, considering I don’t even need to take it.”
“You signed up to make sure that I got a project partner who actually had two brain cells to rub together,” Kyuhyun muttered, casting a dark eye over the rest of the lecture hall. After a B+ in Data Structures last year, he was not overly enamoured with group projects, which usually had him holding his entire team up as he was usually the only one who understood anything.
“Speaking of which,” Heechul said, “you’re free after twelve today, right? Want to meet up and get started on that animation game thing?”
Kyuhyun groaned again. “Please, hyung,” he said, as the professor eventually walked into the room, “not today.”
By the time the lecture was over, he had less than half a page of scrawled notes and a blinding headache. He clearly looked so bad that Heechul even took pity on him and handed over the notes he’d managed without a note of protest. Sungmin and Siwon were waiting for them outside, offering to buy breakfast.
“I’ve already had something,” Kyuhyun said.
“We’ll get you coffee,” Sungmin offered tactically, which was enough to lure Kyuhyun along to the coffee shop near the fine arts building, where he sat mostly in a stupor, drinking piping hot coffee and sinking further and further into the neck of his sweater until he was forced to move to his Chinese class.
He was staring blankly at the front of the room, the teacher saying something about an important grammatical rule to remember, when he realised that the reason he felt so stupefied wasn’t just because he was tired. The sweater smelled of Zhou Mi. Every time he breathed in, he was assaulted by it. No wonder he couldn’t stop thinking about his bed; being in this sweater was like being covered in blankets, pressed right against Zhou Mi’s chest.
“Gui Xian?”
It took him a moment to realise he was being called on, mainly because he’d just found himself totally lost in fantasies of being called Kui Xian. He didn’t even have the energy to jump. He merely blinked slowly at the teacher and slurred out, in Korean, “Yes? Sorry, I didn’t get that.”
He received a slow blink, similar to his own, in return. She was clearly disconcerted; he was generally her best student and hadn’t, in the two semesters she’d been teaching him, spoken Korean. It seemed to scare her quite a bit, changing the subject and directing the question to another student, allowing Kyuhyun to continue staring blankly.
By the end of the class, he had the collar of the sweater pulled right up to his nose, taking deep breaths; the kid next to him kept shifting his chair further away.
Four hours until his next class, he thought, as he trailed out of Chinese behind everyone else. He could find a sofa in the library and sleep until then, providing he could find someone to watch his things for him. For other people, this wouldn’t be a problem, seeing as most people spent a lot of their time in the library, but he was friends with mostly arts students, who seemed to spend the bare minimum of time in the library. It was almost as if they were vampires, and the librarians had put cloves of garlic between the pages of every book.
However, find someone he did; Changmin, making notes for his Crime and Society class. “Criminology,” Kyuhyun said in relief, dumping his things next to Changmin’s chair and pulling a couple over to make a bed. “Thank god for subjects that require work time.”
Changmin gave him a frank once over, then shut his book. “Don’t even bother, we’re getting lunch,” he said, stuffing his notes haphazardly in his bag.
“No,” said Kyuhyun, grabbing Changmin’s jacket off him, partly to stop him leaving and partly to use as a blanket. “I am going to sleep. You’re going to sit here and make sure no one steals my stuff.”
“But I’m hungry,” Changmin said plaintively. “Come on, don’t be a dick. Do you want your best friend to starve?”
“Yes,” Kyuhyun said, but it was useless; Changmin was just staring at him, an eyebrow raised, and Kyuhyun just sighed and said, “Fine, but you’re paying.”
“I’m paying,” Changmin nodded.
During lunch, Changmin had commented on how stylish he looked - Changmin had recently taken an interest in fashion after hearing that quite a few freshman girls thought he was attractive - and Kyuhyun had been once more reminded of whose jumper, exactly, he was wearing. Anything Changmin had said after that had been ridiculously hard to concentrate on.
In fact, by the time they got back to the library and Changmin agreed to watch his things while he slept, Kyuhyun found that he was no longer tired. He had stumbled, somehow, into being hyper-awake, as if every sense was suddenly alive. It was not a good thing. It was a very, very bad thing. Now every time he breathed in, he was a little more turned on.
It became so bad that he began to contemplate skipping class. The problem with that was that Zhou Mi had class until five, which made skipping for the purposes of sex somewhat pointless. After handing in his assignment for 3D Animation, however, he didn’t take anything in, knowing that at that point in time, Zhou Mi was most probably at home, alone, doing something stupid like composing or cleaning dishes while singing and blissfully unaware that all day, Kyuhyun had been wearing his sweater and going a little bit crazy.
“Hi,” trilled Zhou Mi, as Kyuhyun let the door to their apartment shut behind him. He wearily toed his shoes off.
“Hello,” he said, far less enthusiastic. Judging from the direction of his voice, Zhou Mi was in the living room. Good, Kyuhyun thought, and purposely made himself walk into the kitchen and get a snack. Then, with his hands and mouth full, he walked into the living room, where Zhou Mi was sitting on the floor, a textbook open on the coffee table and a pen lid in his mouth. Kyuhyun stopped, swallowed, stared.
Zhou Mi squinted at him. “Is that my sweater?”
“Y-yeah,” Kyuhyun said, waving his hand towards the hall where his bag was. “I took your scarf too, I got...mixed up.”
“You look tired.” Zhou Mi clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “I told you to sleep earlier, you had four hours today to work on it.”
“I know,” Kyuhyun said automatically, then; “Actually, I didn’t, because Changmin made me get lunch with him.”
“So you didn’t use the time to sleep?”
“No,” Kyuhyun said, choosing to forgo telling Zhou Mi about the Awkward Feelings he had found himself having.
Zhou Mi climbed to his feet, ushering him out of the room. “Then you should nap while I make dinner,” he said, concerned.
“You mean order take out,” Kyuhyun said, but his heart wasn’t in it. Just inside the doorway to the bedroom, he stopped, turned to Zhou Mi, and said, “Come with me.”
“What?”
“Come to bed with me.”
Zhou Mi’s smile was unsure but amused. “Kui Xian, I really think you should sleep, not-”
“No,” said Kyuhyun, frustrated because Zhou Mi didn’t get it, and explaining it was awkward and embarrassing. “I just mean to sleep. Just...come to bed with me.”
Zhou Mi looked confused, so Kyuhyun pulled his head down and kissed him, keeping their mouths together in a lingering, but soft kiss. “Please,” he said.
“Okay,” said Zhou Mi, still confused but already flicking the light off, “but it means we’ll definitely have to get take out.”
“Fine,” said Kyuhyun, navigating his way through the darkness happily. He pulled Zhou Mi down on the bed next to him and wrapped his arms around his waist, burying his face in his shoulder and breathing in. Zhou Mi wriggled a little but seemed to go soft and pliant.
After a couple of moments, Kyuhyun slipped his hands to the buttons on Zhou Mi’s shirt; well, he said he would sleep, but he hadn’t said he’d do it immediately.