of Kyuhyun's mouth and other such indulgences
Title: of Kyuhyun's mouth and other such indulgences
Pairing: QMi, implied!HanChul
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fail fluff
Word Count: 2200
Summary: Kyuhyun is reminded of events he'd much rather forget.
Disclaimer: I own not one member of Super Junior. They own me and my heart
A/N: This is my very first time writing a fanfiction -> 2 hours of randomness that I could've probably put to better use studying for my exams T_T. Please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes I may have made (I tried not to make any) since it is beta'd by me.
The way Zhou Mi paced back and forth in the 7-foot wide dressing room, barely enough for three of his strides, was driving Kyuhyun insane.
Tap, tap, tap, swivel. Tap, tap, tap, swivel. Tap, tap, tap, swivel.
The frenzied rhythm kept increasing in momentum, and he fleetingly wondered why gravity was still on Zhou Mi’s side, keeping him upright.
“Aish! Can’t you sit still for a second? My head’s going around in circles so fast that you’re going to be a blur soon.” Kyuhyun reached up to grab whatever part of his anatomy happened to be within reach (which according to his calculations should be the wrist) and yanked an indignant Zhou Mi down onto the couch beside him.
Zhou Mi, under normal circumstances, would have just smiled his 1000-watt smile and swatted him away playfully, but this was a case of extreme frayed-nerves-itis. “Kui Xiannn! Ever heard of stress relieving? What were you doing half an hour before your debut stage? Drinking tea?”
“Ge, relieving stress is all fine and dandy, but haunting the backstage halls of this theatre by imprinting your footsteps into the floor is hardly going to help the sanity of the future generations of artists. And no, I was not drinking tea, I was …” His cheeks suddenly took on the hue of a badly exposed sunburn - like roses thought Zhou Mi fondly - as his words faltered and died in the back of his throat.
Piqued curiosity didn’t do justice to the emotion felt by Zhou Mi’s inner cat. When do you get the opportunity to see Kui Xian blushing and stammering and unable to meet your eyes? Pigs were probably flying somewhere on the other side of the world at the miracle.
“You were …?” prompted Zhou Mi, unconsciously leaning in closer.
Kyuhyun cleared his throat, feeling the raised level of interest positively radiating from Zhou Mi. “Nothing. In fact, I probably was drinking tea.”
Smooth, Kyuhyun, smooth.
Suddenly the wall behind Zhou Mi’s shoulder seemed very intriguing. So complex and detailed and so … yellow. Eyes shifting to anywhere but Zhou Mi, he announced, “I’m just going to check with the stylist noonas and see if they need to do any last minute touching up. See you in a bit. Don’t make a dent in the floor.” With that, he quickly shut the door and walked out.
Zhou Mi’s perfectly arched eyebrows were raised so high that they disappeared into the black fringe of perfectly styled hair. Staring at the door after Kyuhyun, he drummed his fingers meditatively, wondering what had occurred on that fateful day of his debut to make him so instantaneously and adorably flustered.
At the same moment, Kyuhyun was rushing to the now-empty practice room, thanks to the make up team that had the rest of the members in hypothetical shackles. He forced himself to breathe, willing the flush that had crept past his collar to fade away.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, he berated himself. You just had to go and remember the one moment with the members that you’d rather forget, while in the presence of Zhou Mi ge. Way to go.
But no matter how hard he tried, the debut-day images entered uninvited into his brain and flashed by his mind’s eye.
* * *
Voices babbled incessantly, excitement heightening as the moment for the comeback stage of Super Junior inched closer and closer. Comeback for everyone, that is, excepting Kyuhyun. For him, it was even more crucial, because it was his debut. Which meant that the butterflies in his stomach were high on too much sugar and caffeine and were having a field day, because they were ceaselessly fluttering and twisting in the core of his gut.
“Donghae hyung, am I doing this right? The kick comes after the shoulder pop right, not before?” Before Donghae could open his mouth to answer, Kyuhyun had already turned around and grabbed the innocent passerby-turned-victim, Ryeowook.
“Wookie, should I sing the adlib in the higher or lower octave? I haven’t been able to get it perfectly during practice after dancing, so I’m not sure. How are you able to keep your breath so steady?” Ryeowook smiled affectionately at Kyuhyun’s frantic pleas for advice, and patted his head. “Kyuhyun-ah I-”
Kyuhyun had caught sight of Heechul entering the room in the mirror, and ran to him, continuing his relentless volley of questions without breaking for a breath. “Hyung, how do you look so confident and sure of yourself on stage? You just smile and the show continues. What if I mess up and the camera catches me at that time? I don’t know what to do!”
Taking in Kyuhyun’s panicked mood, Heechul sighed. He had never seen this almost-hysterical side of the maknae, who was usually always in control of his emotions, keeping them in check. Where was Leeteuk when he needed him. He slowly scanned the room and locked eyes with Hangeng, who was leaning against the wall on the other side idly. Something passed through that connection, because the next instant, both of them were grinning mischievously, with a glint in their eyes.
Clearing his throat dramatically, Heechul raised his voice over the loud buzz of animated chatter. “Alright guys, calm down. Our little Kyuhyunnie is having a case of the jitters. We all know how to cure that, don’t we?” His lips curved upward in the resemblance of the devil as the light of understanding clicked in the members’ eyes. “I’ll go first, shall I?”
Without pausing for confirmation, Heechul seized Kyuhyun’s head in his hands and dove for his already nervously bitten lips. Kyuhyun froze, eyes wide. What the heck was Heechul doing? He already knew his hyung was gay (who couldn’t, when he all but eye-raped Hangeng every time they were together), but this was going a bit too far, and he vocalized his thoughts. Or at least, attempted to, because Heechul was doing that thing with his tongue (wait what was his tongue doing in his mouth?), and soon he was moaning, all thoughts of protest flying out of his head. More to the point, he was responding, and quite eagerly too.
The kiss stopped as abruptly as it had begun. Heechul looked Kyuhyun once over, taking in the slightly dazed look in his eyes. “Next!” he called, shoving the maknae into the waiting arms of Youngwoon. Before his brain could start functioning again, lips crashed into Kyuhyun’s mouth, roughly biting and sucking everything in its path. Kyuhyun’s mind had started taking on a pleasantly buzzed state as he responded with equal fervour.
One by one, he was passed among the members, each capturing his lips hostage and kissing the life out of him, each one different - languidly, sweetly, ardently, forcefully, until he heard Leeteuk’s voice (when did Teukie hyung appear?) in his ear say, “You can open your eyes now Kyunnie.” He cracked his eyes open to the sight of the amused and slightly pitying gaze of the leader, and gradually felt his head stop spinning. A choked sound forced its way out of his throat when he opened his mouth, and he turned to face the rest of the members. Twelve impish grins stared back at him, with a darkened glint in their eyes. “Wha-wh-why …” he stammered, trying to speak coherently as his motor functions returned to his body.
Kibum’s grin widened as he replied, “Kyuhyun-ah, you had the appearance of a distracted and very flustered puppy. It was too hard to pass up, when none of us had ever seen you like that.”
Kyuhyun snorted. “You’re one to talk. You barely even open your mouth. I didn’t see you get harassed and molested.”
Their manager walked in, cutting their conversation, and announced, “Be ready in five everyone!”
The members all turned back to Kyuhyun as the manager walked away, taking in his extremely ravished form. His mouth was still parted slightly, post-makeout-swollen, and wet, his cheeks were tinted pink, and his dark chocolate-brown eyes were glazed over.
“Have you seen yourself in the mirror yet?”
“You better fix your clothes and hair, or the media might have to deal with the scandalous scene of you being jumped by twelve other guys.”
“I second that. He looks utterly debauched.”
“I must say that success is very fulfilling,” purred Heechul contentedly, with a smug look, like a Cheshire cat that got his cream. “Especially when Kyuhyunnie can work his mouth like that.”
Donghae smacked his butt lightly as he sauntered by, pausing as an afterthought and saying, “Don’t worry, the fans will love you. Your voice is going to send shivers down their spine - heck, it sends shivers through us - and you look like the definition of sex. The poor girls won’t know what hit them.”
* * *
A pair of arms wrapped around his waist, breaking his mortifying train of thought. A faint scent of cinnamon wafted over, and he sighed. Zhou Mi.
They shared the silence comfortably for a couple of moments, Zhou Mi’s nose in Kyuhyun’s neck and Kyuhyun’s head resting on Zhou Mi’s shoulder.
“Hangeng ge told me about your debut day.”
Kyuhyun jerked upright and whirled around to face Zhou Mi. “What?” he exclaimed, looking appalled and embarrassed at the thought, face heating up again.
Just when I thought I had it under control.
Zhou Mi held him firmly by the chin and met his eyes, leaving no room for escape. What he detected in his eyes took him slightly by surprise. Is that mischief he saw?
“Kui Xian,” he pouted, hands on hips. “I consider it exceedingly impolite that you did not try to relieve my anxiety, when you were helped by twelve other people.” The light danced playfully in his eyes, contrasting the downturned mouth.
That was the moment when Kyuhyun’s intellect short-circuited, thoughts scrambling to check and re-check the implications of the said statement. Zhou Mi wanted him to kiss the life out of him? But only him? Wait, what? Does that mean he likes him?
Zhou Mi chuckled, watching Kyuhyun’s thoughts speed in and out of his head, and decided to cut it short by smothering his alluring mouth with his own. Again, expectedly this time, Kyuhyun was immobilized, eyes the shape and size of saucers. However, being sufficiently trained by Heechul’s sporadic fancies, his reaction time was much faster, to the satisfaction of Zhou Mi. Placing his hands on either side of Zhou Mi’s face, he pulled him closer, kissing back as passionately as he could, pleased to feel a shiver travel through Zhou Mi. Their mouths fused and moved together as one, Zhou Mi’s fingers entangled in Kyuhyun’s hair, and Kyuhyun’s arms in a deadlock around Zhou Mi’s long neck.
However much they enjoyed their positions, oxygen deprivation forced them apart, leaving them panting against each other, clinging for support. There were flames in Zhou Mi’s eyes, and he attacked Kyuhyun’s neck unawares, kissing a path up along his jaw and back down over his Adam’s apple, and reached the temporary destination of his collarbone. Nibbling, sucking and licking, he continued his persistent assault until he heard a strangled moan rip through Kyuhyun’s throat. His mouth curved against the pale skin. Kyuhyun’s voice always sounded so impossibly captivating when he sang, but this was music to his ears in a completely and, if possible, even more enthralling way.
“We should go, Mi Mi,” Kyuhyun croaked out, voice extremely husky and extremely effective at turning on Zhou Mi.
“Well, we could leave this room now in our current state, but that would leave no doubt as to what we were doing, considering everything.”
“And whose fault is that? You need to keep your hands away from my hair when we’re ten minutes away from our performance,” retorted Kyuhyun, looking thoroughly affronted. “Fix it.”
“If memory serves me correctly, you weren’t exactly complaining a couple of minutes ago,” smirked Zhou Mi, arranging the strands of hair back into place. A sudden thought paused his actions. “That only applies for before performances, right? After we’re done, I am free to mess your hair up as violently as I want? Bed-head looks sexy on you, Kui Xian. Probably even sexier when you’re actually in bed.”
There’s going to be a next time? Oh. … Did he say bed?
Kyuhyun scowled, partly due to the innate skill that Zhou Mi appeared to have of halting whatever train of thought he had and stripping him of his ability to articulate. “As long as you aren’t the cause of premature balding by pulling strands out of my head,” he snarked back, but somehow completely lacking bite.
On impulse, he pulled Zhou Mi’s head down for a languid, open-mouthed kiss. Laughing at the dumbstruck expression on his face, he stretched his hand out toward Zhou Mi and indicated the door with his head. “Let’s go.”
Zhou Mi took the offered hand and smiled contentedly as fingers were interwoven and locked in place.
Heechul hyung did know what he was talking about when he said Kui Xian was a hot kisser. I’ll have to repay him when I get back to Korea.
Taking out his cell, he scrolled through his contacts, picked ‘Heechurella’, and sent a brief text.
“Mission accomplished.”
Notes:
1) i know im not a great writer, but i like to write, and i want to improve, so constructive criticism is much appreciated~
2) please comment if you read it even if only to say that it's better to stick to knitting or something :)
3) and for those of you that just saw my fail attempt at using the LJ cut, just ... ignore it T_T
Pairing: QMi, implied!HanChul
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fail fluff
Word Count: 2200
Summary: Kyuhyun is reminded of events he'd much rather forget.
Disclaimer: I own not one member of Super Junior. They own me and my heart
A/N: This is my very first time writing a fanfiction -> 2 hours of randomness that I could've probably put to better use studying for my exams T_T. Please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes I may have made (I tried not to make any) since it is beta'd by me.
The way Zhou Mi paced back and forth in the 7-foot wide dressing room, barely enough for three of his strides, was driving Kyuhyun insane.
Tap, tap, tap, swivel. Tap, tap, tap, swivel. Tap, tap, tap, swivel.
The frenzied rhythm kept increasing in momentum, and he fleetingly wondered why gravity was still on Zhou Mi’s side, keeping him upright.
“Aish! Can’t you sit still for a second? My head’s going around in circles so fast that you’re going to be a blur soon.” Kyuhyun reached up to grab whatever part of his anatomy happened to be within reach (which according to his calculations should be the wrist) and yanked an indignant Zhou Mi down onto the couch beside him.
Zhou Mi, under normal circumstances, would have just smiled his 1000-watt smile and swatted him away playfully, but this was a case of extreme frayed-nerves-itis. “Kui Xiannn! Ever heard of stress relieving? What were you doing half an hour before your debut stage? Drinking tea?”
“Ge, relieving stress is all fine and dandy, but haunting the backstage halls of this theatre by imprinting your footsteps into the floor is hardly going to help the sanity of the future generations of artists. And no, I was not drinking tea, I was …” His cheeks suddenly took on the hue of a badly exposed sunburn - like roses thought Zhou Mi fondly - as his words faltered and died in the back of his throat.
Piqued curiosity didn’t do justice to the emotion felt by Zhou Mi’s inner cat. When do you get the opportunity to see Kui Xian blushing and stammering and unable to meet your eyes? Pigs were probably flying somewhere on the other side of the world at the miracle.
“You were …?” prompted Zhou Mi, unconsciously leaning in closer.
Kyuhyun cleared his throat, feeling the raised level of interest positively radiating from Zhou Mi. “Nothing. In fact, I probably was drinking tea.”
Smooth, Kyuhyun, smooth.
Suddenly the wall behind Zhou Mi’s shoulder seemed very intriguing. So complex and detailed and so … yellow. Eyes shifting to anywhere but Zhou Mi, he announced, “I’m just going to check with the stylist noonas and see if they need to do any last minute touching up. See you in a bit. Don’t make a dent in the floor.” With that, he quickly shut the door and walked out.
Zhou Mi’s perfectly arched eyebrows were raised so high that they disappeared into the black fringe of perfectly styled hair. Staring at the door after Kyuhyun, he drummed his fingers meditatively, wondering what had occurred on that fateful day of his debut to make him so instantaneously and adorably flustered.
At the same moment, Kyuhyun was rushing to the now-empty practice room, thanks to the make up team that had the rest of the members in hypothetical shackles. He forced himself to breathe, willing the flush that had crept past his collar to fade away.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, he berated himself. You just had to go and remember the one moment with the members that you’d rather forget, while in the presence of Zhou Mi ge. Way to go.
But no matter how hard he tried, the debut-day images entered uninvited into his brain and flashed by his mind’s eye.
* * *
Voices babbled incessantly, excitement heightening as the moment for the comeback stage of Super Junior inched closer and closer. Comeback for everyone, that is, excepting Kyuhyun. For him, it was even more crucial, because it was his debut. Which meant that the butterflies in his stomach were high on too much sugar and caffeine and were having a field day, because they were ceaselessly fluttering and twisting in the core of his gut.
“Donghae hyung, am I doing this right? The kick comes after the shoulder pop right, not before?” Before Donghae could open his mouth to answer, Kyuhyun had already turned around and grabbed the innocent passerby-turned-victim, Ryeowook.
“Wookie, should I sing the adlib in the higher or lower octave? I haven’t been able to get it perfectly during practice after dancing, so I’m not sure. How are you able to keep your breath so steady?” Ryeowook smiled affectionately at Kyuhyun’s frantic pleas for advice, and patted his head. “Kyuhyun-ah I-”
Kyuhyun had caught sight of Heechul entering the room in the mirror, and ran to him, continuing his relentless volley of questions without breaking for a breath. “Hyung, how do you look so confident and sure of yourself on stage? You just smile and the show continues. What if I mess up and the camera catches me at that time? I don’t know what to do!”
Taking in Kyuhyun’s panicked mood, Heechul sighed. He had never seen this almost-hysterical side of the maknae, who was usually always in control of his emotions, keeping them in check. Where was Leeteuk when he needed him. He slowly scanned the room and locked eyes with Hangeng, who was leaning against the wall on the other side idly. Something passed through that connection, because the next instant, both of them were grinning mischievously, with a glint in their eyes.
Clearing his throat dramatically, Heechul raised his voice over the loud buzz of animated chatter. “Alright guys, calm down. Our little Kyuhyunnie is having a case of the jitters. We all know how to cure that, don’t we?” His lips curved upward in the resemblance of the devil as the light of understanding clicked in the members’ eyes. “I’ll go first, shall I?”
Without pausing for confirmation, Heechul seized Kyuhyun’s head in his hands and dove for his already nervously bitten lips. Kyuhyun froze, eyes wide. What the heck was Heechul doing? He already knew his hyung was gay (who couldn’t, when he all but eye-raped Hangeng every time they were together), but this was going a bit too far, and he vocalized his thoughts. Or at least, attempted to, because Heechul was doing that thing with his tongue (wait what was his tongue doing in his mouth?), and soon he was moaning, all thoughts of protest flying out of his head. More to the point, he was responding, and quite eagerly too.
The kiss stopped as abruptly as it had begun. Heechul looked Kyuhyun once over, taking in the slightly dazed look in his eyes. “Next!” he called, shoving the maknae into the waiting arms of Youngwoon. Before his brain could start functioning again, lips crashed into Kyuhyun’s mouth, roughly biting and sucking everything in its path. Kyuhyun’s mind had started taking on a pleasantly buzzed state as he responded with equal fervour.
One by one, he was passed among the members, each capturing his lips hostage and kissing the life out of him, each one different - languidly, sweetly, ardently, forcefully, until he heard Leeteuk’s voice (when did Teukie hyung appear?) in his ear say, “You can open your eyes now Kyunnie.” He cracked his eyes open to the sight of the amused and slightly pitying gaze of the leader, and gradually felt his head stop spinning. A choked sound forced its way out of his throat when he opened his mouth, and he turned to face the rest of the members. Twelve impish grins stared back at him, with a darkened glint in their eyes. “Wha-wh-why …” he stammered, trying to speak coherently as his motor functions returned to his body.
Kibum’s grin widened as he replied, “Kyuhyun-ah, you had the appearance of a distracted and very flustered puppy. It was too hard to pass up, when none of us had ever seen you like that.”
Kyuhyun snorted. “You’re one to talk. You barely even open your mouth. I didn’t see you get harassed and molested.”
Their manager walked in, cutting their conversation, and announced, “Be ready in five everyone!”
The members all turned back to Kyuhyun as the manager walked away, taking in his extremely ravished form. His mouth was still parted slightly, post-makeout-swollen, and wet, his cheeks were tinted pink, and his dark chocolate-brown eyes were glazed over.
“Have you seen yourself in the mirror yet?”
“You better fix your clothes and hair, or the media might have to deal with the scandalous scene of you being jumped by twelve other guys.”
“I second that. He looks utterly debauched.”
“I must say that success is very fulfilling,” purred Heechul contentedly, with a smug look, like a Cheshire cat that got his cream. “Especially when Kyuhyunnie can work his mouth like that.”
Donghae smacked his butt lightly as he sauntered by, pausing as an afterthought and saying, “Don’t worry, the fans will love you. Your voice is going to send shivers down their spine - heck, it sends shivers through us - and you look like the definition of sex. The poor girls won’t know what hit them.”
* * *
A pair of arms wrapped around his waist, breaking his mortifying train of thought. A faint scent of cinnamon wafted over, and he sighed. Zhou Mi.
They shared the silence comfortably for a couple of moments, Zhou Mi’s nose in Kyuhyun’s neck and Kyuhyun’s head resting on Zhou Mi’s shoulder.
“Hangeng ge told me about your debut day.”
Kyuhyun jerked upright and whirled around to face Zhou Mi. “What?” he exclaimed, looking appalled and embarrassed at the thought, face heating up again.
Just when I thought I had it under control.
Zhou Mi held him firmly by the chin and met his eyes, leaving no room for escape. What he detected in his eyes took him slightly by surprise. Is that mischief he saw?
“Kui Xian,” he pouted, hands on hips. “I consider it exceedingly impolite that you did not try to relieve my anxiety, when you were helped by twelve other people.” The light danced playfully in his eyes, contrasting the downturned mouth.
That was the moment when Kyuhyun’s intellect short-circuited, thoughts scrambling to check and re-check the implications of the said statement. Zhou Mi wanted him to kiss the life out of him? But only him? Wait, what? Does that mean he likes him?
Zhou Mi chuckled, watching Kyuhyun’s thoughts speed in and out of his head, and decided to cut it short by smothering his alluring mouth with his own. Again, expectedly this time, Kyuhyun was immobilized, eyes the shape and size of saucers. However, being sufficiently trained by Heechul’s sporadic fancies, his reaction time was much faster, to the satisfaction of Zhou Mi. Placing his hands on either side of Zhou Mi’s face, he pulled him closer, kissing back as passionately as he could, pleased to feel a shiver travel through Zhou Mi. Their mouths fused and moved together as one, Zhou Mi’s fingers entangled in Kyuhyun’s hair, and Kyuhyun’s arms in a deadlock around Zhou Mi’s long neck.
However much they enjoyed their positions, oxygen deprivation forced them apart, leaving them panting against each other, clinging for support. There were flames in Zhou Mi’s eyes, and he attacked Kyuhyun’s neck unawares, kissing a path up along his jaw and back down over his Adam’s apple, and reached the temporary destination of his collarbone. Nibbling, sucking and licking, he continued his persistent assault until he heard a strangled moan rip through Kyuhyun’s throat. His mouth curved against the pale skin. Kyuhyun’s voice always sounded so impossibly captivating when he sang, but this was music to his ears in a completely and, if possible, even more enthralling way.
“We should go, Mi Mi,” Kyuhyun croaked out, voice extremely husky and extremely effective at turning on Zhou Mi.
“Well, we could leave this room now in our current state, but that would leave no doubt as to what we were doing, considering everything.”
“And whose fault is that? You need to keep your hands away from my hair when we’re ten minutes away from our performance,” retorted Kyuhyun, looking thoroughly affronted. “Fix it.”
“If memory serves me correctly, you weren’t exactly complaining a couple of minutes ago,” smirked Zhou Mi, arranging the strands of hair back into place. A sudden thought paused his actions. “That only applies for before performances, right? After we’re done, I am free to mess your hair up as violently as I want? Bed-head looks sexy on you, Kui Xian. Probably even sexier when you’re actually in bed.”
There’s going to be a next time? Oh. … Did he say bed?
Kyuhyun scowled, partly due to the innate skill that Zhou Mi appeared to have of halting whatever train of thought he had and stripping him of his ability to articulate. “As long as you aren’t the cause of premature balding by pulling strands out of my head,” he snarked back, but somehow completely lacking bite.
On impulse, he pulled Zhou Mi’s head down for a languid, open-mouthed kiss. Laughing at the dumbstruck expression on his face, he stretched his hand out toward Zhou Mi and indicated the door with his head. “Let’s go.”
Zhou Mi took the offered hand and smiled contentedly as fingers were interwoven and locked in place.
Heechul hyung did know what he was talking about when he said Kui Xian was a hot kisser. I’ll have to repay him when I get back to Korea.
Taking out his cell, he scrolled through his contacts, picked ‘Heechurella’, and sent a brief text.
“Mission accomplished.”
Notes:
1) i know im not a great writer, but i like to write, and i want to improve, so constructive criticism is much appreciated~
2) please comment if you read it even if only to say that it's better to stick to knitting or something :)
3) and for those of you that just saw my fail attempt at using the LJ cut, just ... ignore it T_T