Some Seasonings and Pepper
Some Seasonings and Pepper
Title : Some Seasonings and Pepper
Staring : JooMyuk(Seasonings/ a.k.a Zhoumi) & Kyuhyun(Pepperrrr boyyyy)
Genre : comedy
Rating : PG for language.
Pairing : Qmi
Wordcount : 1875
Disclaimer : As much as I wish to own them, I don't.
Summary : Kyuhyun is sick and he needs some ‘seasonings’ in his tea.
A/N : Kyuhyun is sick T^T but Mimi is there in Korea for him right now! Get well soon, I should most probably sleep too, need to wake up in another two hours to head to school. Gah! S.l.e.e.p.y.
Some Seasonings and Pepper
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Zhoumi was heading to the gate where he was going to fly to Korea for some shooting. Last night, he texted Kyuhyun about it right after SS3, waiting for a call back from the Korean magnae. Kyuhyun would usually call right after to check if Zhoumi’s voice was doing better and to talk about their show. He did after their first show but not the after second.
“Maybe he’s tired…” he reasoned and sent another text telling him goodnight. The next day he got a message from Kyu telling that he was going to welcome him at the airport.
“Welcome aboard.” The stewardess greeted with a smile.
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Kyuhyun and Heechul were waiting at the airport Starbucks because Heechul was not so smartly ambushed by a really sick Kyuhyun in the morning.
“Hyung, can you drive me to the airport?”
Cough.
Heechul did not speak.
“Zhoumi is reaching the airport in another hour.”
Cough. Cough.
Heechul eyed the magnae, who Jungsu specifically said not to let out for the entire morning so that he could rest and at least watch them practice if he wasn’t feeling that well to do so.
Kyuhyun was looking at Heechul, patiently waiting for an answer. Like Heechul, Kyuhyun wasn’t someone with that much patience but for Zhoumi…
The older male let out a sigh before grabbing his keys, bag and threw on a coat. He could instantly picture himself standing in the living room and being scolded by Jungsu, not that he cared but Jungsu would seriously pop a vein one day given all the pressure and unnecessary tantrums and stubbornness of some members, the two devils especially.
Heechul was looking at the magnae who was dozing off the entire time at the café, his feet propped up on another unoccupied chair, his arms crossed and jacket zipped up all the way until it covered his chin. The mask Heechul had him put on, for disguise and for his own good, was pulled down because he complained it was hard to breath with it.
Heechul had forced him to take two fever pills before leaving the dorm to try to bring down the fever so that Jungsu could save his breath and not nag the magnae and himself…that much.
Another tea was placed on their table, Heechul nodded at the waiter, “Yah Kyu, drink that tea…you need fluids in your system.”
The said one groaned but took the tea and took a few sips before placing it back down on the table. His eyes were bleary and it looked like the tears were threatening to flow. Blinking it away he looked at Heechul, “What are you having?”
“Blended cappuccino…No, you can’t have it, drink your tea-” the male’s words were cut off when a security staff approached their table. He whispered something to Heechul and Heechul nodded, “Come on, Seasonings’ plane just reached.”
They were brought to a private waiting area that was for passengers’ family members only because according to the personnel just now, their presence was found out by some fans and the airport was afraid the fans would cause a scene and since the two came without any prior notice, they needed to stay away from those fans. Seriously, who couldn’t recognize the Super Junior members, especially Heechul; Kyuhyun thought.
Zhoumi arrived, his long limbs impossible to miss, the shades and hat he wore did not disguise even.
“How’s your throat, Seasonings?” Heechul asked after letting go of the greeting hug.
“It’s okay.” His voice croaked a little, Heechul didn’t notice but…
“Bullshit, stop hiding the obvious, I can hear you know.” Kyuhyun retorted, instantly appearing in Zhoumi’s vision, he was in the bulky jacket; at first the Chinese male didn’t even notice it was him. His eyes trailed up to the Korean’s face, all flushed from fever and his eyes seemed teary.
“H-How are you?” he thought Kyuhyun was crying.
“Better than you.” Kyuhyun snapped, his eyes set.
Heechul who almost laughed at Zhoumi’s scared look explained, “The stubborn calling the other stubborn one stubborn. You’re as stubborn as Seasonings,” he turned from Kyuhyun to the taller male, “The kid’s down with some delirious fever.”
Zhoumi took two long strides and grabbed Kyuhyun’s hands in his, they were burning. He then moved closer to press the back of his palm on his forehead. “Oh my! Kui Xian, you’re literally burning!”
“Yeah yeah.” The magnae pushed off Zhoumi’s cool hands and turned on his heels, intending to walk away but his equilibrium failed on him and he fell.
“Careful…” Zhoumi’s hands were around the youngest male’s shoulder and waist, helping him balance. Kyuhyun was too weak to push Zhoumi off but he made a face.
While that was going on Heechul was approached by the same security personnel.
“Guys, security told me there’s already a mob of fans gathered out there, our presence spreads like wildfire it seems.” He sighed, “They’re getting us two personnel to escort us to the airport van, and they’ll get us back to the dorm.”
“How about your car, hyung?” Kyuhyun’s voice was soft and laced with pain from his sore throat but Heechul heard him while Zhoumi looked like he himself was in pain, a grimace on his expression.
“I’ll call the stylist noona to help get it back to the dorm; I gave the keys to the security.”
“Why did you even come?” Zhoumi asked Kyuhyun softly, he was practically supporting half of the boy’s weight, was he that giddy to stand on his own?
“For you.” Heechul said before Kyuhyun could look up to answer, the pills’ effect was dying away, he felt like lying down on the carpeted floor that instant.
“Kui Xian…” the two words couldn’t have sounded more forlorn than how Zhoumi had said it just then.
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All Kyuhyun remembered happening was that there were a lot of screaming from the fans, Zhoumi constantly whispering to hold on until they get to the van, he was then in the van and he slept through the whole ride, he was on someone's back, they rode the lift and he was in his bed.
Zhoumi woke him up at around dinner time to feed him some chowder before letting him take fever pills and the Chinese man wanted to go online.
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“The news of you sick is all over the internet, all around the world actually, the fans are trending you on twitter even!” Zhoumi said and ran his long slender fingers through Kyuhyun’s hair. He winced when he touched Kyuhyun’s forehead. But at least his fever went down compared to when three hours ago. The manager gave the magnae a night and half day the next day off because of the other members’ request.
Surprisingly the manager said 'yes'.
That night, the two were lying in Kyuhyun’s bed back at the dorm, a laptop on the bedside table and Kyuhyun’s head was in Zhoumi’s lap.
“Yeah, apparently Donghee-hyung took a picture of me sleeping and tweeted it…”
“Maybe I should too, since you’re here.” Zhoumi said, jokingly.
“Hey! Don’t-” Kyuhyun sat up a little too fast and instantly got into a coughing fit. Zhoumi was more scared Eeteuk could probably get when he saw Kyuhyun in such pain.
“I won’t, I won’t.” He promised and patted Kyuhyun on the chest, trying to smoothen the coughing. He slowed down eventually and Zhoumi swear he felt so bad because there was nothing he could do to help Kyuhyun.
“Come, drink the tea.” His hand was shaking from the guilt when he reached for the thermos.
“Why,” he paused, swallowed and scrunched his brows when it hurt his throat, and then continued, “-is your hand shaking?”
“You’re imagining things.” He passed the thermos to the younger one and watched as he sipped the tea, warm tea made everyone feel good, except a few of the members who simply hated the bitter taste, and Kyuhyun feeling good made Zhoumi feel good.
“Maybe…” he said and rested back his head on Zhoumi’s lap, “Where’s Heechul-hyung?”
Zhoumi shifted a little to make sure the two of them were comfortable and he pulled the duvet to cover Kyuhyun.
“Li Xu told me Jungsu ge came and…erm…dragged Xi Che ge back upstairs.”
“Guess hiding down here didn’t work out that well…” Kyuhyun said, amused. Picturing the leader dragging Heechul upstairs was unbelievably funny
“You sure you’re still sick?” Zhoumi’s eyes shot up, suspecting Kyuhyun was just alright, being able to be so evil like he usually was.
“It’s cold.”
“Okay fine, just thought those who are sick are supposed to be their total opposite selves…” Plus, Zhoumi was in a tank top and didn’t feel the bit cold. “You owe Xi Che ge an apology. I should probably apologize too because I was the one who made you go to the airport…”
“No.”
“What do you mean by ‘no’?”
“There’s no need to apologize, not you.” Kyuhyun’s eyes slowly closed, he was attuned to Zhoumi’s steady breathing, slowly feeling sleepy.
“Why?”
“…”
“Kui Xi-” he stopped when he saw the too-tall-for-his-own-good magnae asleep.
Slowly, he resumed to his blogging on his Baidu Bar.
“Haha, he’s next to me now…” he replied a comment.
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“Hi gege.” Ryeowook greeted, when Zhoumi got to their dorm, the smaller one was in Yesung’s arms, watching some movie on the flat screen. Zhoumi’s officially schedule free for that day after filming.
“Oh, hi Zhoumi.” That was from Yesung.
“Hi hyung, Li Xu. Is Kui Xian in his room?”
“Sleeping, I gave him some medicine, I’m supposed to check his temperature in another five minutes, can you-”
“I’ll do it, thanks.” Zhoumi said and bowed a little at Yesung before heading to Kyuhyun’s room.
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Kyuhyun wasn’t sure what time it was, he wasn’t even sure what happened the night before or anything the day after their concert. He even had a dream that Zhoumi was in Korea and Heechul and him picked him up at the airport. He swore he could even smell the Chinese’s scent lingering in his room, on his duvet.
Still lightheaded from the long slumber, he woke up to duvet lifting off on one side. Before he could turn to see who it was, his muscles probably too sore, a pair of long arms wrapped around his waist.
“Hmmm…” he could recognize that voice anywhere, so he wasn’t dreaming!
“Mimi?” he asked, to make sure, fever pills could cause hallucinations.
“Mmhhmm?” Zhoumi snuggled closer, nuzzling his nose against the magnae’s neck.
“What are you doing?”
“Li Xu told me to check your temperature. I’m just doing that.”
“Where’s the thermometer?” Kyuhyun just had to be that precise on things.
“Present and accounted for.” Zhoumi chuckled and Kyuhyun couldn’t help but to laugh. He turned around and snuggled into the Chinese’s chest.
“Your fever’s gone.” The man accused in Chinese, a tinge of shock in his voice.
“So?” Hearing Zhoumi’s voice made him feel better, despite his fever gone.
“I won’t have an excuse to stay at the dorm then, I’m only here because the others’ schedules are packed and I’m the one with most time after my filming, the managers had a little meeting about it to compare our schedules. And Ryeowook is keeping your temperature noted down in chart, you know. I saw the clipboard somewhere in the kitchen earlier today. I’ll need to fill in the chart for him” Zhoumi puckered his lips, the words flowed out quickly, a few mispronounced words because he was speaking quickly but Kyuhyun deciphered the meaning.
“Don’t worry,” he assured the taller man and shifted closer.
“Wookie doesn’t need to know that my fever is gone, simply jot one degree below my last, you’re to stay at least for another night.” The magnae said, definitely feeling better.
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Title : Some Seasonings and Pepper
Staring : JooMyuk(Seasonings/ a.k.a Zhoumi) & Kyuhyun(Pepperrrr boyyyy)
Genre : comedy
Rating : PG for language.
Pairing : Qmi
Wordcount : 1875
Disclaimer : As much as I wish to own them, I don't.
Summary : Kyuhyun is sick and he needs some ‘seasonings’ in his tea.
A/N : Kyuhyun is sick T^T but Mimi is there in Korea for him right now! Get well soon, I should most probably sleep too, need to wake up in another two hours to head to school. Gah! S.l.e.e.p.y.
Some Seasonings and Pepper
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Zhoumi was heading to the gate where he was going to fly to Korea for some shooting. Last night, he texted Kyuhyun about it right after SS3, waiting for a call back from the Korean magnae. Kyuhyun would usually call right after to check if Zhoumi’s voice was doing better and to talk about their show. He did after their first show but not the after second.
“Maybe he’s tired…” he reasoned and sent another text telling him goodnight. The next day he got a message from Kyu telling that he was going to welcome him at the airport.
“Welcome aboard.” The stewardess greeted with a smile.
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Kyuhyun and Heechul were waiting at the airport Starbucks because Heechul was not so smartly ambushed by a really sick Kyuhyun in the morning.
“Hyung, can you drive me to the airport?”
Cough.
Heechul did not speak.
“Zhoumi is reaching the airport in another hour.”
Cough. Cough.
Heechul eyed the magnae, who Jungsu specifically said not to let out for the entire morning so that he could rest and at least watch them practice if he wasn’t feeling that well to do so.
Kyuhyun was looking at Heechul, patiently waiting for an answer. Like Heechul, Kyuhyun wasn’t someone with that much patience but for Zhoumi…
The older male let out a sigh before grabbing his keys, bag and threw on a coat. He could instantly picture himself standing in the living room and being scolded by Jungsu, not that he cared but Jungsu would seriously pop a vein one day given all the pressure and unnecessary tantrums and stubbornness of some members, the two devils especially.
Heechul was looking at the magnae who was dozing off the entire time at the café, his feet propped up on another unoccupied chair, his arms crossed and jacket zipped up all the way until it covered his chin. The mask Heechul had him put on, for disguise and for his own good, was pulled down because he complained it was hard to breath with it.
Heechul had forced him to take two fever pills before leaving the dorm to try to bring down the fever so that Jungsu could save his breath and not nag the magnae and himself…that much.
Another tea was placed on their table, Heechul nodded at the waiter, “Yah Kyu, drink that tea…you need fluids in your system.”
The said one groaned but took the tea and took a few sips before placing it back down on the table. His eyes were bleary and it looked like the tears were threatening to flow. Blinking it away he looked at Heechul, “What are you having?”
“Blended cappuccino…No, you can’t have it, drink your tea-” the male’s words were cut off when a security staff approached their table. He whispered something to Heechul and Heechul nodded, “Come on, Seasonings’ plane just reached.”
They were brought to a private waiting area that was for passengers’ family members only because according to the personnel just now, their presence was found out by some fans and the airport was afraid the fans would cause a scene and since the two came without any prior notice, they needed to stay away from those fans. Seriously, who couldn’t recognize the Super Junior members, especially Heechul; Kyuhyun thought.
Zhoumi arrived, his long limbs impossible to miss, the shades and hat he wore did not disguise even.
“How’s your throat, Seasonings?” Heechul asked after letting go of the greeting hug.
“It’s okay.” His voice croaked a little, Heechul didn’t notice but…
“Bullshit, stop hiding the obvious, I can hear you know.” Kyuhyun retorted, instantly appearing in Zhoumi’s vision, he was in the bulky jacket; at first the Chinese male didn’t even notice it was him. His eyes trailed up to the Korean’s face, all flushed from fever and his eyes seemed teary.
“H-How are you?” he thought Kyuhyun was crying.
“Better than you.” Kyuhyun snapped, his eyes set.
Heechul who almost laughed at Zhoumi’s scared look explained, “The stubborn calling the other stubborn one stubborn. You’re as stubborn as Seasonings,” he turned from Kyuhyun to the taller male, “The kid’s down with some delirious fever.”
Zhoumi took two long strides and grabbed Kyuhyun’s hands in his, they were burning. He then moved closer to press the back of his palm on his forehead. “Oh my! Kui Xian, you’re literally burning!”
“Yeah yeah.” The magnae pushed off Zhoumi’s cool hands and turned on his heels, intending to walk away but his equilibrium failed on him and he fell.
“Careful…” Zhoumi’s hands were around the youngest male’s shoulder and waist, helping him balance. Kyuhyun was too weak to push Zhoumi off but he made a face.
While that was going on Heechul was approached by the same security personnel.
“Guys, security told me there’s already a mob of fans gathered out there, our presence spreads like wildfire it seems.” He sighed, “They’re getting us two personnel to escort us to the airport van, and they’ll get us back to the dorm.”
“How about your car, hyung?” Kyuhyun’s voice was soft and laced with pain from his sore throat but Heechul heard him while Zhoumi looked like he himself was in pain, a grimace on his expression.
“I’ll call the stylist noona to help get it back to the dorm; I gave the keys to the security.”
“Why did you even come?” Zhoumi asked Kyuhyun softly, he was practically supporting half of the boy’s weight, was he that giddy to stand on his own?
“For you.” Heechul said before Kyuhyun could look up to answer, the pills’ effect was dying away, he felt like lying down on the carpeted floor that instant.
“Kui Xian…” the two words couldn’t have sounded more forlorn than how Zhoumi had said it just then.
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All Kyuhyun remembered happening was that there were a lot of screaming from the fans, Zhoumi constantly whispering to hold on until they get to the van, he was then in the van and he slept through the whole ride, he was on someone's back, they rode the lift and he was in his bed.
Zhoumi woke him up at around dinner time to feed him some chowder before letting him take fever pills and the Chinese man wanted to go online.
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“The news of you sick is all over the internet, all around the world actually, the fans are trending you on twitter even!” Zhoumi said and ran his long slender fingers through Kyuhyun’s hair. He winced when he touched Kyuhyun’s forehead. But at least his fever went down compared to when three hours ago. The manager gave the magnae a night and half day the next day off because of the other members’ request.
Surprisingly the manager said 'yes'.
That night, the two were lying in Kyuhyun’s bed back at the dorm, a laptop on the bedside table and Kyuhyun’s head was in Zhoumi’s lap.
“Yeah, apparently Donghee-hyung took a picture of me sleeping and tweeted it…”
“Maybe I should too, since you’re here.” Zhoumi said, jokingly.
“Hey! Don’t-” Kyuhyun sat up a little too fast and instantly got into a coughing fit. Zhoumi was more scared Eeteuk could probably get when he saw Kyuhyun in such pain.
“I won’t, I won’t.” He promised and patted Kyuhyun on the chest, trying to smoothen the coughing. He slowed down eventually and Zhoumi swear he felt so bad because there was nothing he could do to help Kyuhyun.
“Come, drink the tea.” His hand was shaking from the guilt when he reached for the thermos.
“Why,” he paused, swallowed and scrunched his brows when it hurt his throat, and then continued, “-is your hand shaking?”
“You’re imagining things.” He passed the thermos to the younger one and watched as he sipped the tea, warm tea made everyone feel good, except a few of the members who simply hated the bitter taste, and Kyuhyun feeling good made Zhoumi feel good.
“Maybe…” he said and rested back his head on Zhoumi’s lap, “Where’s Heechul-hyung?”
Zhoumi shifted a little to make sure the two of them were comfortable and he pulled the duvet to cover Kyuhyun.
“Li Xu told me Jungsu ge came and…erm…dragged Xi Che ge back upstairs.”
“Guess hiding down here didn’t work out that well…” Kyuhyun said, amused. Picturing the leader dragging Heechul upstairs was unbelievably funny
“You sure you’re still sick?” Zhoumi’s eyes shot up, suspecting Kyuhyun was just alright, being able to be so evil like he usually was.
“It’s cold.”
“Okay fine, just thought those who are sick are supposed to be their total opposite selves…” Plus, Zhoumi was in a tank top and didn’t feel the bit cold. “You owe Xi Che ge an apology. I should probably apologize too because I was the one who made you go to the airport…”
“No.”
“What do you mean by ‘no’?”
“There’s no need to apologize, not you.” Kyuhyun’s eyes slowly closed, he was attuned to Zhoumi’s steady breathing, slowly feeling sleepy.
“Why?”
“…”
“Kui Xi-” he stopped when he saw the too-tall-for-his-own-good magnae asleep.
Slowly, he resumed to his blogging on his Baidu Bar.
“Haha, he’s next to me now…” he replied a comment.
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“Hi gege.” Ryeowook greeted, when Zhoumi got to their dorm, the smaller one was in Yesung’s arms, watching some movie on the flat screen. Zhoumi’s officially schedule free for that day after filming.
“Oh, hi Zhoumi.” That was from Yesung.
“Hi hyung, Li Xu. Is Kui Xian in his room?”
“Sleeping, I gave him some medicine, I’m supposed to check his temperature in another five minutes, can you-”
“I’ll do it, thanks.” Zhoumi said and bowed a little at Yesung before heading to Kyuhyun’s room.
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Kyuhyun wasn’t sure what time it was, he wasn’t even sure what happened the night before or anything the day after their concert. He even had a dream that Zhoumi was in Korea and Heechul and him picked him up at the airport. He swore he could even smell the Chinese’s scent lingering in his room, on his duvet.
Still lightheaded from the long slumber, he woke up to duvet lifting off on one side. Before he could turn to see who it was, his muscles probably too sore, a pair of long arms wrapped around his waist.
“Hmmm…” he could recognize that voice anywhere, so he wasn’t dreaming!
“Mimi?” he asked, to make sure, fever pills could cause hallucinations.
“Mmhhmm?” Zhoumi snuggled closer, nuzzling his nose against the magnae’s neck.
“What are you doing?”
“Li Xu told me to check your temperature. I’m just doing that.”
“Where’s the thermometer?” Kyuhyun just had to be that precise on things.
“Present and accounted for.” Zhoumi chuckled and Kyuhyun couldn’t help but to laugh. He turned around and snuggled into the Chinese’s chest.
“Your fever’s gone.” The man accused in Chinese, a tinge of shock in his voice.
“So?” Hearing Zhoumi’s voice made him feel better, despite his fever gone.
“I won’t have an excuse to stay at the dorm then, I’m only here because the others’ schedules are packed and I’m the one with most time after my filming, the managers had a little meeting about it to compare our schedules. And Ryeowook is keeping your temperature noted down in chart, you know. I saw the clipboard somewhere in the kitchen earlier today. I’ll need to fill in the chart for him” Zhoumi puckered his lips, the words flowed out quickly, a few mispronounced words because he was speaking quickly but Kyuhyun deciphered the meaning.
“Don’t worry,” he assured the taller man and shifted closer.
“Wookie doesn’t need to know that my fever is gone, simply jot one degree below my last, you’re to stay at least for another night.” The magnae said, definitely feeling better.
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