Fics started from random inspirations 0f 2012/ Goals for 2013
Hey guys, long time no see!! :D
How has 2013 been for you guys, for me it's been great so far!
SJ-M comeback!!!! So glad to see Zhou mi again!! He's been doing so well lately, in interviews he would ensure that all the members take time speaking and he answers questions well too! He is like the PR for SJ-M, so proud of him! I hope people don't just take him for granted and see that he's really trying hard. ><
Anyway, below are some just unfinished fics from 2012, mostly started from random inspirations or prompts, I never continued with them so I decided I'll just post them on here! And if any one gets a great response from and readers reading out there, I will try to finish it and post it sometime in 2013, so if you like any of them, please comment to tell me!
"Those Years" isn't finished yet but I won't give up! Kind of having writer's block.
Anyway, enjoy!
WARNING: Some contain adult themes/ sexual situations
Super innocent Mi/ Playboy Kyuhyun falling hard for him
Zhou mi gaped at the person in front of him.
“P-pardon?”
“I said,” The person grinned, a corner of his mouth higher than the other to form a smirk “Date me.”
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-2 weeks ago-
“Why are you so late? I told you to be here 3 o’clock on the dot! Do you want to get fired?” Kyuhyun yelled into his cellphone angrily, causing a few heads to turn.
“I-I’m sorry young master, the car suddenly broke down- I- I’ll send for a taxi straight away!”
Kyuhyun growled “Never mind, I’ll get someone to give me a ride.”
He hung up with a scowl “Useless.”
“Beeep” The sound of a car horn suddenly sounded form behind him; he turned around to find Siwon waving at him from his Lamborghini convertible.
“Siwon! I was just looking for you, give me a ride back home wont you?” Kyuhyun sprinted up to the car.
Siwon shrugged “Sorry Kyuhyun, got a date.” He raised his eyebrow pointedly, slinging his arm across a giggling girl in the passenger seat that Kyuhyun didn’t recognize.
“Drop me off first, then go on your date!”
Siwon smirked and pointed to his car “Two seater, sorry man, but I’m sure there are a lot of ladies wanting to give you a ride, I’ll see you around!”
“What? Wait-“
Siwon drove off, waving.
“So much for bros before hoes!” Kyuhyun yelled at the disappearing car.
A mini cooper suddenly stopped in front of him and the window rolled down to reveal a few girls that he recognized as his juniors.
“Kyuhyun sunbae! Do you need a ride?”
So Kyuhyun found himself squeezing into the passenger seat of the car with three girls ogling at the back of his head and the smell of perfume so strong that it made him sneeze every two seconds.
“A-A-A-choo!” He sneezed again for the nth time.
“Are you okay sunbae? Are you sick?” A girl handed him a tissue and tried to feel his forehead. Kyuhyun accepted the tissue and quickly covered his nose, dodging the hand.
“You do know where my house is right?” Kyuhyun frowned when they tunred into an unfamiliar road.
“Ah sunbae!” The girl driving whined “Why the rush to go home? Go play with us! I’ll treat you to ice cream! Then we can go to a norebang!”
Kyuhyun’s eyes slanted “What?”
‘Norebang? I want to go home to starcraft!’
“Take me home right now!” He ordered in frustration, the girl pouted “Shiro! C’mon sunbae! It’ll be fun!”
“No! Stop the car!”
“Kyuhyun sunbae~~”
“C’mon~”
“We’ll treat you!”
“Play with us!”
The four girls started whining and shaking him with pouts.
“Argh!!” He forcefully opened the car door, the whines turned into screams as the car halted to a stop
“Kyuhyun Sunbae! Are you crazy?!”
“Not as crazy as you.” Kyuhyun sneered as he rushed off the car and slammed the door shut.
The girls scoffed in offence and drove away.
Kyuhyun surveyed his surroundings, none of which he recognized, usually he would just get in the car and sleep, he never had to pay attention or remember directions.
He sighed in frustration and took out his phone from his bag.
The screen was blank.
He pressed the home button.
Blank.
He pressed the power button, the screen flashed.
“Battery low, device turning off.”
“Argh!!” He threw the phone on the ground in rage “Useless thing!”
Kyuhyun ran his hands through his hair “Now what?”
“You shouldn’t do that, a lot of people would need to save up for a long time for that phone…” A gentle voice suddenly cut Kyuhyun off from his thoughts.
“What?” He turned around, annoyed but there was no one in sight, only a bicycle.
He looked down to see a figure bent over his phone, picking up the back and battery that flew out when it fit the ground.
The person stood back up and handed Kyuhyun his phone
“Here, all fixed.” His mouth stretched into a wide smile.
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes “You can have it if it’s that precious.” But he took it back anyway.
He eyed the person who was now getting on his bike.
Tall. That was the first thing Kyuhyun recognized from the boy.
Frameless glasses perched on a tall nose, a wide mouth and smiling eyes, he too wore the uniform of his school, but Kyuhyun didn’t recognize him as anyone he knew.
“Can I help you?” The same gentle mellow voice came from the smiling mouth and Kyuhyun looked away from the pretty face in embarrassment.
“Uh, no?”
The tall boy nodded and smiled again “Well I’ll be going then.” He climbed onto his bike.
“W-wait!”
“Yes?” The boy stopped in his tracks, his clear eyes widened at Kyuhyun.
“Can I borrow your phone to make a call?”
“Oh, um…” The boy scratched his head shyly “Sorry, this might be hard to believe…but I don’t have a hand phone.”
Kyuhyun squinted at the boy skeptically “You’re a student right? A teenager like you that doesn’t own a phone?”
The boy bit his lip “I’m sorry…”
Kyuhyun sighed “Never mind….”
“But I can help you with anything else!” The boy brightened “Just tell me what your problem is!”
Kyuhyun hesitated, he didn’t want to admit that he was lost, plus, the boy went to the same school as him! He didn’t want the whole school to know he- the almighty Cho Kyuhyun- was lost.
“Um…no, I-“
“Do you need a ride?” The boy asked, his head cocked to one side “I can take you if it’s not too far.”
Kyuhyun raised his eyebrow “On that thing?” He pointed at the bicycle Zhou mi was on.
Zhou mi nodded, his eyes curling into cresent moons “Tell me where you want to go!”
‘Better than nothing’
Kyuhyun shrugged and told him his address
“Oh, that’s not far away, you can get there by walking in 5 minutes! But it’s okay, I’ll take you!”
Zhou mi gestured behind him to what looked like a flat bit of metal on top of the back wheel
“It’s not that comfortable so you’ll probably need to sit sideways.”
Kyuhyun climbed on awkwardly and clutched onto the boy’s shoulders to prevent himself falling off as they took off.
‘Stupid Siwon not giving me a ride! Now I’m stuck in a sappy soap drama female character sitting position’ Kyuhyun cursed inwardly
The bike suddenly rocked violently and Kyuhyun yelped, his hands naturally sliding down to hold onto the boy’s waist.
“Hold on tight, okay?” The boy turned back and smiled his gentle smile at him again; Kyuhyun’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Kyuhyun leaned his head on the boy’s back; a fresh scent of lemon filled his nostrils, he closed his eyes.
‘His back is warm…’
Images of the boy’s smile filled his head and Kyuhyun couldn’t help but to smile himself.
They suddenly halted to a stop, Kyuhyun looked up at the boy in confusion.
“We’re here! This is the place right?”
Kyuhyun looked to his left and found himself in front of his gate.
“It’s a big house.” The boy said admiringly as Kyuhyun climbed off the bike.
Kyuhyun gulped “Umm….”
What should he say?
‘Do you want to come in for tea?”? Would that be weird? But he helped him so it should just seem like he’s repaying him right?
They boy took a look at his watch “Ah! I should be going now!” He waved at Kyuhyun
“Nice meeting you today.”
“W-wait!”
“Yes?” The boy’s big round eyes stared at him again and Kyuhyun could feel himself turning red.
“Uh-What’s your name? I have to repay you for your help today, just tell me anything you want! There’s nothing I can’t get in this world!”
The boy chuckled, and Kyuhyun felt himself fall into trance at the melodious sound.
“You’re funny, but it’s alright, I don’t want anything.” He kicked off and started riding his bike
“Bye!” He turned around to wave slightly before disappearing off into distance.
Kyuhyun stared at the direction the boy left in, the wide smile, mellow voice and fresh lemon scent still lingering in his mind.
“Angel….” He breathed.
---
“D-date? I think you have the wrong person here…”’ Zhou mi smiled apologetically “Or is this some kind of dare or joke?”
Kyuhyun inched closer, staring at Zhou “No, I have the right person, if I’m not wrong you are Zhou mi right?” Kyuhyun smiled and took off his aviator sunglasses.
Zhou mi frowned “Yes, and you are….? Oh! You’re that person from the other day!” Zhou mi’s frowned turned into a grin upon recognition “What are you doing here?”
Kyuhyun frowned, not amused by the idea that a student at this school didn’t know who he was.
“I study here.”
“Oh really?” Zhou mi’s eyes shone without a bit of doubt “How come you aren’t in uniform?”
Kyuhyun smirked “Because I’m Cho Kyuhyun, I do whatever I want.”
Zhou mi gaped “Wait, You’re Cho Kyuhyun?”
Kyuhyun raised an eyebrow “Problem?”
Zhou mi, realizing his rudeness, closed his mouth and smiled coyly “No, of course not, I was just surprised.”
Kyuhyun beamed, “Well it’s good that you know my name…” Kyuhyun inched closer and brushed Zhou mi’s fringe out of his eyes. Zhou mi still stood there, wearing a confused smile
“Because from now on Cho Kyuhyun is the name of your boyfriend…..angel.”
“What?” Zhou mi gasped and quickly pushed Kyuhyun away “Please don’t joke around….my name isn’t angel…”
Kyuhyun grinned “But you are my angel…I like you, go out with me.”
It was more of a demand than a question, his grip was tight on Zhou mi’s wrist.
“Cho Kyuhyun-ssi, I don’t know if this is a dare or some kind of joke…but it’s enough now, please let go of me.” Zhou mi whimpered weakly, tugging his wrist in vain.
Kyuhyun frowned “I’m serious, why do you think it’s a joke?”
Zhou mi sighed “Because it’s what you rich kids like to do, just let go of me, please.” His eyes were desperate and begging now, even though they were in a secluded part of school where Zhou mi usually likes to spend his lunch times quietly, there was a risk of other students walking past and seeing them.
Zhou mi tried to pry himself out of Kyuhyun’s grasp again, but his strength was nothing compared to the death grip Kyuhyun had on him.
“This isn’t a joke.” Kyuhyun replied firmly, his eyes staring straight into Zhou mi.
“I don’t care, just let go please!”
“Date me, and I’ll let go.” Kyuhyun smiled smugly.
“No! I won’t date you okay?”
Kyuhyun’s smile vanish “What?”
Did he hear wrong? Someone not willing to date the all mighty Cho Kyuhyun?
“Why not?!”
“B-because I’m a guy! If you need someone to play with then just back to your weekly girlfriends!”
“I don’t want them! I only want you!” Kyuhyun tried to pull Zhou mi into his embrace.
The bell suddenly rang, surprising Kyuhyun, Zhou mi took the opportunity to pry his wrist from Kyuhyun’s grasp and scamper away quickly.
“I wont give up!” Kyuhyun called after him when he realised that he no longer had a grasp on him.
G-ri/ Qmi Coffee shop prompt
Seungri sighed as he heard another mug fall to it’s unlucky fate, there was a curse, then silence.
He eyed the calendar hanging off the freshly painted wall.
Tomorrow was their reopening day. Kwon Jiyong had not even learnt how to make an espresso.
He groaned and started mopping the floor with more vigor. He had worked in this café since he was 18, starting out as a part-time student worker, his boss treated him with kindness, promoting him to a full-time job when he graduated high school. He originally planned to take one gap year in between high school and university, but one turned into two, then three. In the blink of an eye, he had already worked there for four years already.
Now, the Café was facing a vague destiny.
The café owner had passed away from a heart attack last month, Seungri only found out he had a son at his funeral.
“Are you Lee Seung Hyun-ssi?” A stoic looking came up to him with a polite smile.
“Y-yes, you are?”
“I am the lawyer of the late Mr. Kwon, he had set up his will with me before he passed away, is there a time you will be available to come to my offices to settle the legal matters of things?”
“Pardon? Legal matters? You must have mistaken, I am only a worker at his café.”
The lawyer raised his eyebrows “Surely you must know, Mr Kwon had stated in his will if he was to pass away, Mr Lee Seung Hyun-ssi will become the legal owner of Café Carpe Diem.”
“W-What?”
So then he found himself sitting in front of a pile of legal documents, still confused as to what was happening. The stoic lawyer who introduced himself by the name of Ji Hyung Woo sitting in front of him, glasses perched on his nose and all. To his left sat Mr. Kwon’s son, who he had only just officially met.
“So, The late Mr Kwon had stated that the ownership of the business “Café Carpe Diem” to be co-owned by his son Kwon Jiyong-ssi and worker Lee Seunghyun-ssi, the process is simple, you only need to sign your names on this document.” Ji Hyun Woo smiled and placed a file in between the two young men who stared at him in bewilderment.
“Look, I don’t want to own the café, so Mr. Lee here can have it all to himself, can I please just sign the documents relating to the house and the money and all that so I can just get out of here?” Kwon Jiyong blew his hair out of his eyes in frustration.
Ji Hyun Woo smiled, as if he was expecting this kind of behavior.
“Unfortunately, Mr Kwon had also stated that Kwon Jiyong-ssi can only claim his other inheritances only under the circumstance that you have ran “Café Carpe Diem” for at least one year. If you fail to run the cafe for one full year, his entire fortune including his savings, house, car and etcetera will all be donated to charity.”
“What?” Kwon Jiyong jumped up from his chair, cursing loudly “What is that old man thinking? Mr. Lawyer, this is just some sort of joke right? He can’t make wills like that, it’s either he gives it to me or he doesn’t! This is not some sort of drama!”
Ji Hyun Woo smiled “That is for me to decide, now will you please sign your names on this document?”
Seungri signed his name in obedience while Kwon Jiyong unwillingly sat down and signed his name gruffly, glaring at the smiling lawyer.
“Congratulations, you are now co-owners of the business “Café Carpe Diem”.” Ji Hyun Woo stood up and held out his hand, Seungri shook it numbly while Jiyong just glared at it and slapped it stiffly.
“Kwon Jiyong-ssi, I will be going to the café and checking your progress regularly.” Was the lawyer’s last words before he shut the door in their faces.
Kwon Jiyong swore loudly again, causing Seungri to jump with a start.
They walked to the elevator in silence.
“Uhm….” Seungri cleared his throat “I’m Lee Seung Hyun….but you can call me Seungri, like your father did.”
Jiyong rolled his eyes “Kwon Jiyong, GD.”
Seungri nodded and helf out his hand meekly, GD shook it stiffly.
“Now teach me how to run this café thing.”
Seungri snapped out of his reverie as he heard a shout
“Lee Seung Hyun!!! Come here this instant or I’ll throw this machine out the window!!”
--
Today was the reopening of the café, as expected, a lot of people stopped by to give their condolences. Some ordered a coffee to go, some just stopped by for a few words.
Seungri felt his heart sink deeper every time he caught a disappointed look from a customer that took a sip of his coffee.
He had never needed to make coffee before, he learnt, but never well enough. The boss was always there to make the best coffee one could get fro Carpe Diem.
“If they’re not going to order anything, might as well not stop by!” Jiyong grumbled, blowing a piece of his bleached blonde hair out of his eyes as he buried his face inside of a manga.
Seungri rolled his eyes.
A chime of the bell rang crisply through the air, both Jiyong and Seungri looked up slowly, expecting it to be a neighboring store owner coming to give sympathy again.
It was a young man, dark haired combed neatly past his ears. Not a regular customer.
“Can I help you?” Seungri asked, over-friendly since it was the first real customer of the day.
“Uhmm…..” the young man stared at the chalked menu behind the counter. “Cappuccino?...and….” He bent over the cake display with a concentrated frown. “Ah! And a Tiramisu please!” His face brightened into a small smile as he pointed to the cake. Seungri smiled and took the money the man had already put on the counter, shooting daggers at Kwon Jiyong and flicked his head to the cake display.
Jiyong lazily walked over to serve the cake while Seungri started on the coffee, the man sat down on the seat next to the window.
“Your Cappuccino, and….cake.” Jiyong said vaguely before placing the two on the table, the man nodded his thanks to which Jiyong only half heartedly returned with a “Enjoy.” before he returned to reading his manga.
Seungri eyed the man intently as he brought the mug to his lips for a sip. The man frowned for one moment, then smiled gently before taking a sip again, Seungri sighed with relief. The man forked a piece of cake to his mouth and chewed slowly before frowning and pushing the plate away. Seungri held his breath again.
“Uhm…is there feedback you would like to give to us? We only reopened today…our boss used to bake himself, he’s not around anymore soI don’t really know about the quality of this new baker…we found it in a rush.” Seungri explained as he took empty mug from the table, he hesitated at the Tiramisu which had only one bite taken out of it.
“No, no, it’s just too sweet for me…” He smiled shyly, there was a accent to his Korean that Seungri didn’t recognize. He gestured that the cake could be taken away as well, Seungri nodded understandingly before clearing the table.
The man left, he was the last customer that day.
The next day was equally quiet, Jiyong was sitting at the counter, cheek resting on his palm, eyes squinted. All he needed was a fly swatter and he could complete the “I-open-a-café-where-no-customers-come” look.
Seungri made himself busy, wiping down tables that weren’t dirty, cleaning the glass of the cake display, checking all the cups were clean.
Jiyong groaned, frustrated “Stop fretting around the place! No one’s here anyway.”
Seungri ignored him and continued re-wiping the windows “It’s important the place is presentable when a customer comes though!”
The chiming of bells rang and the door opened, Seungri shot Jiyong a “See?” Look.
Jiyong sighed and forced a smile at the customer “Welcome- oh, hi again.”
Seungri strained his neck to see that is was the same tall man from yesterday, a gentle smile as he nodded at Jiyong shyly.
“Umm…Latte please, and….” His eyed the cake display, lingering at the tiramisu before looking away “It’s alright, just an Espresso thank you.”
Jiyong accepted the change and gestured to the empty seats before yelling “Lee Seung hyun, espresso!”
Seungri was already at the coffee machine, saluting to Jiyong cheerfully who rolled his eyes.
“Latte.” Seungri set the mug down and the man nodded at him.
He eyed the man curiously as he took a sip of the drink.
The man seemed to notice him staring and looked at him in confusion “Can I help you?”
“O-oh, no.” Seungri averted his gaze, flustered “I was just wondering how the coffee was.”
“Ah.” The man nodded with understanding “It’s strong….and more bitter than other café’s.”
Seungri looked to the ground, disappointed.
“But I like it.” The man said, Seungri looked up to see him smiling out the window “He likes bitter things….” He murmured softly.
“Pardon?” Seungri leaned in closer, straining to hear better.
“Oh, no.” The man chuckled “I was talking to myself.”
“Oh.” Seungri stood awkwardly.
“You can sit down if you want?” The man gestured to the empty seat opposite him, Seungri sat down, ignoring the “What are you doing?” glare Jiyong shot him.
“Did you just move around here? I haven’t seen you around before.”
The café was situated in a residential area, not city like and crowded, but more quiet and relaxed.
“Ah….” The man hesitated “You can say I’m travelling, I live in the inn down the road.”
Seungri nodded, he glanced at the man and frowned slightly. Now that he was looking at the man more closely, he couldn’t help but to have a feeling that he’s seen him somewhere before, but he couldn’t put his finger to it.
“I’m Lee Seung hyun by the way.” Seungri held out his hand, the man shook it with a wide smile “I’m Zhou mi.”
“Joo mi?” Seungri tried to pronounce it, the man laughed “Are you from another country then? Your accent…”
“He’s Chinese, it’s obvious you idiot.” Jiyong called lazily from the counter, Seungri looked at him in surprise before turning to Zhou mi who nodded in confirmation
“I’m…looking for something.”
“Looking for something?”
“Yes…something that China doesn’t have..” Zhou mi’s smile was slightly bitter as his eyes softened.
“Oh, uh- speaking of China, our boss went there for a couple of months before too, those were his souvenirs.” Seungri pointed at some ornaments on the windowsill, Zhou mi hummed in appreciation.
“I used to have one of these!” He chuckled softly, touching a mini Chinese tea-set model. “But I gave it away to a friend….” He frowned suddenly, picked up one of the mini tea cup and turned it around, Zhou mi gasped. “T-this is mine!”
Kwon Jiyong frowned “No, that’s what the old man got from China!”
“No, this tea set used to be in my family home, it had “Zhou” in the bottom of every tea cup.” Zhou mi turned the cup to show them the bottom where a Chinese character painted on the China.
“The owner of this shop wouldn’t happen to have the last name “Kwon” would they?” Zhou mi asked weakly.
Seungri suddenly stood up abruptly, making the chair scrap against the wooden floor “That’s why you look so familiar!” He exclaimed, then ran into the storage room.
Zhou mi sat there for a moment, not knowing if he did something wrong. Kwon Jiyong looked pleased there was something out-of-ordinary happening.
Seunri came back a moment later, holding a framed photograph.
He placed it on the table excitedly, on the photography, a younger looking Zhou mi and a middle-aged man who had his arm around him was smiling at the camera.
Zhou mi gasped “Quan shi fu? This is his shop?”
-
Zhou mi was stirring a new mug of espresso Seungri had just put in front of him, he nodded with thanks.
“So Shi fu has passed away, I’m sorry for your loss.” He said sympathetically to Kwon Jiyong who was now sitting opposite him.
“So you and the old man met in one of his trips?”
Zhou mi nodded, smiling as he rekindled the memory, “Shi fu taught me a lot, I was a total disaster amateur, a big disappointment to my family.”
He looked at the two puzzled faces “Oh, I’m a pâtissier. My family owns a café too…” He explained shyly.
GD’s eyebrows shot up “You are?”
Zhou mi nodded again, Seungri thought his neck must be a little tired.
“So what exactly are you looking for here in Korea?” GD prompted, leaning closer in on the table.
“…” Zhou mi hesitated for a moment “A cake.”
“Cake?”
“….A flavor, something I want to make.”
“Do you think you’ve found it yet?”
Zhou mi shoulder’s slumped “I-I don’t know..”
GD grinned and slapped the table, pushing himself to stand up.
“Why don’t we find out?”
-
Zhou mi looked bewildered as GD (He had just learnt the name and found it kind of strange too) pushed him through.
He looked around to find that he was inside a kitchen.
A baker’s kitchen to get technical.
“We didn’t throw out any of the old man’s tools, they should be enough for you to use.”
Suddenly Seungri pushed through the door, panting.
“Yah Kwon Ji Young, I’m not your slave, next time you need to buy some groceries, do it youself!”
GD looked around, trying not to look smug. He took the bags off Seungri and put them on the table.
“Flour, eggs, milk, cream, all sorts of cream cheeses and there’s sugar, cocoa or coffee powder and all sorts of dessert liquor you will need out behind the counter.”
“P-pardon?” Zhou mi was still in shock.
“Well the only way you’ll find out if you’ve found the new flavor you want to make or not is to try and make it, so go on!”
Zhou mi gaped.
GD shoved a apron in his arms “It’s all yours, we’ll be outside waiting.”
-
A few hours later
Zhou mi timidly walked out of the kitchen, carrying a covered tray.
Seungri and Jiyong gathered around the tray which he put on a table with curiousity.
“It’s not anything fancy..” Zhou mi said, unsurely.
“Ah, I’ll be the judge of that!” GD uncovered the tray, revealing a plain looking cake with only cocoa powder sifted on top.
“Tiramisu?” GD raised an eyebrow.
Zhou mi nodded firmly “It’s….what I make the most..”
GD wordlessly picked up a fork and sank it into the cake, breaking out a portion and putting it in his mouth.
“How is it? Zhou mi-ssi, may I?” Seungri looked at Zhou mi for approval before forking into the cake himself.
“Waaah!” Seungri widened his eyes “Zhou mi-ssi this is delicious!!” He waved a thumbs up “Daebak!”
He ate another mouthful before clasping his hands together dramatically “It has a bit of boss’s taste to it.”
“It’s better than usual shops out there.” GD nodded with approval.
Zhou mi took a fork and picked out a bit of mascarpone cheese filling.
GD and Seungri watched him carefully put it in his mouth.
“So? Is it what you were looking for?”
Zhou mi sighed, his shoulders slumping
“No..”
GD nodded understandingly before pausing.
“Okay then, Zhou mi-ssi, you’re officially hired!” He announced, grinning proudly.
“WHAT?” Zhou mi and Seungri both yelled, their eyes wide.
“G-GD ssi what do you mean?”
“Yah Kwon Jiyoung, what are you talking about?”
“Well,” GD sat down and kicked his legs into a crossing postion “You’ve passed the test, your cake tastes better than the baker we have currently.”
“B-but, I wasn’t looking for a job!” Zhou mi frowned.
“Yah Kwon Jiyoung!” Seungri yelled frantically, before pulling close to GD’s ear “We don’t have the budget to hire someone!”
GD frowned, waving Seungri off “We can’t offer you a high salary, but we have staff accommodation and 3 meals, think about it. You can work while you keep trying out the flavor you want to find, you can use the kitchen anytime!”
Seungri considered it for a moment before biting his lip “Well….it does seem like a good idea….aish, but you have to see Zhou mi-ssi’s opinion first!”
“Well?” GD looked at Zhou mi, Seungri followed his gaze to look at the tall Chinese man hopefully.
“Well….I do owe Quan Shi Fu a big favour…and you said there’s accommodation?”
GD nodded, Seungri frowned “Wait..accomodat-mphhh“ GD kicked up and smiled, gritting his teeth as Seungri bit at the hand that was covering his mouth.
“Okay, I’ll do it!” Zhou mi nodded firmly.
“Great! You can start tomorrow!” GD grinned.
Con artist group leader Kyuhyun/ Ordinary person, clueless Mi
Itaewon, Seoul, South Korea
It was night. A young man leaned against a lamp post, shivering in the November weather.
“Aish seriously, when is that woman ever going to be on time?” He murmured under into his face mask, teeth chattering.
He drew out a cigarette from his pocket, cursing as he fumbled his other pocket for a lighter and found nothing.
A sound caught his ear, scuffling of feet and drunk curses came from a man approaching his direction.
“Ya ajusshi!” He called out, voice slightly quivering from the cold and muffled from his mask.
The drunken man turned around to face him, face red and angry “What do you want kid?”
“Do you have a lighter I can borrow?”
The man seemed skeptical, as if he couldn’t believe that the young man was stupid enough to ask him this. The drunken man’s lips curled into a smirk as he reached inside his jacket.
“Sorry kid, I only have this.” He drew the knife out slowly, as if showing off and waiting for the young man’s reaction.
The young man sighed, “C’mon ajusshi, are you really doing this?”
The drunk laughed sadistically “You were the one who was stupid enough to approach me first, kids now days…so ignora- argh!!”
One swift movement, and the knife was twisted out of his hands and onto the concrete floor along with the drunk man himself.
The young man tutted, bending down to pick up the knife while resting his foot on the drunk man’s stomach.
“Ajusshi, this is a really nice knife, but I asked for a lighter….aish, is even smoking a cigarette so hard now days?”
“I-I have a lighter in my pocket! P-please take it!”
The young man frowned and reached into the drunk’s pocket, bringing out a small zippo lighter.
“Oooohhh, so flash, I’ve always wanted one of these!” He said excitedly, bringing up the metal object for closer inspection.
The drunk man took the chance to lift up his hand and swing his beer bottle to the young man’s head, but young man ducked and the bottle swung just above his head.
“Phew, so close! C’mon ajusshi! Be nice!”
The drunk man sprang up and charged at him with the bottle, but one swift kick to the gut, and he was down to the ground again.
The young man sighed, crouching down to the drunk man’s level.
“I-I’m sorry! I acted rash, please forgive me! Take the lighter, I have money, please take it too! Please don’t hurt me!” The drunk man pleaded desperately.
“Thank you for the offer ajusshi, I guess I can take a sip of the drink.”
He eased the beer bottle out of the man’s hand and sniffed it, “Wow, cheap brand.” He scrunched up his nose “I can’t take this stuff, so maybe ajusshi can have it back….” He grinned and tipped the bottle, allowing the alcohol to spill over the drunken man.
“And as for the lighter…..” He waved the shiny metal box in the air “I’m sorry but I got taught not to accept gifts from strangers.” He flicked the lid of the lighter up, the fire slicked, illuminating his handsome features.
“Pretty, what a shame.” He turned away and sighed, walking a few steps before throwing the tossing the lighter behind his shoulder, landing it on the drunken man drenched in alcohol.
A sound of a horn and suddenly a car pulled up to the young man, the window rolled down to reveal the driver to be a young girl smiling at him.
“Sorry I’m late, I had a photo shoot……” She trailed off when she heard the agonizing screams from behind the young man.
“Kyuhyun, did you set someone on fire?” She gasped and tried to look behind the young man she called Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun shrugged “I got bored waiting.”
The girl rolled her eyes “You’ll get in trouble, shouldn’t we at least put him out first?”
Kyuhyun pointed to his face mask and shrugged “Didn’t see my face.” He looked behind him where there was no sign of fire.
“No fire, must’ve put himself out, rolling on the ground isn’t that hard.” He walked around the front of the car and opened the passenger door.
“Some minor burns wont kill him, don’t worry.”
The girl shrugged and stepped on the gas pedal.
“Hyuna called to ask……” The girl started talking when suddenly the sound of a phone ringing cut her off.
“Ah, it must be her….” She pressed the loudspeaker button on her phone.
“Unnieeee!!!!” A aegyo-filled voice whined down the phone, Kyuhyun rolled his eyes.
“Hey sweetie, I just picked up Kyuhyunnie. We’re going to be there in twenty!”
“Ahh, okay okay bye.”
The line beeped and Victoria tossed her phone to the side.
“Oh hey Kyuhyunnie, I’ve been meaning to ask you…..”
She was blabbering about something, Kyuhyun zoned out. Staring out the window and at the streets they were passing.
“…is that alright?”
“Hm?” Kyuhyun turned her attention back to Victoria, guessing she had said something about the next job. “Yea sure I don’t mind.”
“That’s great!” Victoria squealed.
Kyuhyun shrugged, it must be something she really wants.
Thief group prompt
The cheers were roaring as the last beat dropped.
The girls smiled and posed confidently, waiting for the cheers to subdue.
The first one to break out of her pose was a girl with long brown hair and smiling eyes.
“Thank you everyone!” She bowed, the other girls following, waving at the crowd as the blinding lights dimmed while the stadium erupted into shouts and chants of their names.
The girl walked through the crowded corridor, blending into the groups of artists preparing to go on stage.
“Annyonghaseyo, annyong…” She bowed at everyone on her way, keeping a smile on her face.
She turned a corner and walked into a secluded part of the corridor, slipping into a washroom and locking the door after her.
She felt her phone vibrate against her skin and she slipped it out of her skirt pocket, slipping her hair as she pressed the device to her ear.
“Talk.”
“Great show tonight, are you at the appointed destination?”
The girl rolled her eyes.
“That’s not very nice, rolling your eyes like that, imagine if your fans saw you.”
She scoffed “C’mon, we don’t have time to waste here, I have a schedule tomorrow, I want my beauty sleep.”
A chuckle came from the other side of the line “Third stall, good luck.”
The girl pressed the button on her phone which ended the conversation and slipped into the third stall of the washroom, opening the toilet tank, she wrinkled her nose a little as she felt the dampness of the sports bag inside.
“At least they had the tendancy to put the clothes in a plastic bag…” She murmured before slipping her sequined skirt and blazer off before throwing on the clothes she got from the bag- a windbreaker jacket she zipped up on top of her stage shirt, and loose sweatpants. She tied her hair into a low ponytail before pressing a cap ontop of it and putting on black-framed glasses.
She threw her original stage clothes into the sports bad and slung it over her shoulder, slipping out a staff pass from the side pocket that read “Park Jiyoung”
“Could’ve at least came up with a more original name….” She scoffed before throwing the pass around her neck, she stepped out of the stall and inspected herself in the mirror. Plain Jane staff member, check.
She exited the washroom cautiously, making sure no one saw her before she turned into the crowded corridor again, this time not talking to anyone before she walks into the main hall and heads towards the sign which points to her right, reading “West stadium.”
The chattering and music slowly faded as she walked towards the darken, empty hallways, ignoring the sign that reads “Staff only” as she took out her some wireless headphones and pressed them into her ear.
“No one coming, you’re safe.” It was a different voice from the phone call this time, but just as familiar to her.
She hummed quietly in response before she stopped in front of the double doors leading her into the empty stadium.
She glanced to her side, a small box on the wall with a flashing red light.
She reached into her bag and produced a flat device with a small screen on it, unscrewing the digital lock and wiring the two together.
“Now do your magic.” She pressed a button her device and it immediately started flashing “Unlocking pass code” before some numbers were running across the screen.
The first 3 digits had stopped running at ‘3’, ‘6’, and ‘4’.
“C’mon, c’mon…..”
“Hyuna! Someone coming.” The voice in her ear piece hissed, the girl- Hyuna sighed. “How far away? Do I have to take them out?”
“Never mind, they turned away.”
“Stop scaring me like that!”
“Just warning you.”
The last three numbers had also stopped running at ‘8’, ‘1’ and ‘5’
“Got it!” She smiled with triumph “364815”
“Good. Now exit from back entrance 1, we’re waiting.”
She disconnected the wires from her device and shoved it back into her bag, screwing back on all the necessary parts to make it seemed like the lock was never touched.
Walking quietly, she reached the back entranced and made her way out.
A security guard was standing not far from the entrance, eyeing her suspiciously.
She swallowed and averted her eyes, pressing her cap down lower to hide her face, she could see the van from across the street.
“Hey miss!” The security guard called out, she paused.
Should she run? Or should she bluff her way out of it?
“Um, excuse me sir.” Another voice- gentle and polite called from behind the security guard, he turned around with alarm to see a tall man- dressed in expensive suit and a wide smile.
“I must have lost my way, I’m looking for the entrance to the National orchestra performance tonight? Will you please be kind and point the way for me?”
The security guard smiled at the nicely dressed man “Oh yes, the performance is in the East side of the stadium, if you turn right……”
Hyuna smiled and winked at the tall man knowingly before she slipped away, jogging swiftly across the busy road and blending into the crowded streets before the door of the van opened as she climbed in, quickly throwing the door shut behind her.
“That was close.” She sighed.
“Yea, there was a blind spot of the security cameras so we didn’t see the guard there, good thing Zhou mi was worried so he kept close by, in case you needed back up.” The man- the first one who had spoken to her on the phone, shrugged.
Not long after, the passenger door to the van was threw open to the surprise and alert of all of them, but the relaxed upon seeing a familiar smiling face clambering into the van.
“That was close!” Zhou mi breathed, panting as he swung the door shut “Good thing the security guard believed me, I knew expensive suits help! Good thing I didn’t have time to change after work!”
He turned back and gave a thumbs up to Hyuna before they high fived each other.
There was a sound of knuckled wrapping against metal, the person knocked five times, pausing between the second and third knock.
Heechul rolled his eyes and slid the door open
“You didn’t need to do that “secret” knock, Henry, we’re not some club in primary school.”
The boy who climbed in pouted “You’d never know! I could be police or something.”
Zhou mi smiled and patted the boy’s shoulder, the boy beamed at him “So I did what Kyuhyun hyung told me to, I went after Hyuna and unstuck all the tracker and CCTV hacking things you put in, so the place is clean now, no one will suspect anything.”
Heechul nodded “Good, now we’ve already got access to the security system and have the floor plan, everything is settled for tomorrow night!” He rubbed his hands together excitedly.
Hyuna and Henry High-fived each other with glee, Zhou mi turned to look at the driver- the boy who had stayed quiet all along.
“Good work, Kyuhyunn.”
Kyuhyun nodded, expressionless “I’m sure this white cleaning van parked by the side of a busy street full of young clubbers is staring to look kind of suspicious now, we should head back.”
He waited for Heechul’s nod of approval before igniting the engine and driving away.
Hyuna entered the passcode and the floor slid open, revealing a flight of stairs.
“Seriously, can we get a new place, this is like some kind of tacky spy movie.” She sighed before making her way down the stairs, buttons of artificial white lights to both sides of her.
“Sure, we can buy a new place out of your share of our next gain.” Heechul hummed happily, Hyuna scoffed.
“I like our place, I’m too lazy to move anyway.” Henry chirped behind Heechul.
“It’s not like it’s not big enough for us, and all our gear will be hard to move around, especially Kui xian’s.”
Kyuhyun’s lips slightly curled in the mention of his Chinese name “I agree.”
Hyuna pouted “Fine, but I have no room for my clothes anymore, some one has to give me some space to their wardrobe.”
“You can use mine.” Zhou mi offered happily.
“Please Zhou mi oppa, you barely have enough room for your own clothes!” Hyuna sighed.
Heechul chuckled “Fine fine, we’ll make one of the empty rooms into your closet room, happy?”
Hyuna’s expression brightened “Very.”
They reached the end of the stairs and Hyuna lifted her hand to a flashing pad mounted on the wall.
The pad scanned her hand and an entrance opened in front of them, leading them into a big area looking like a customized warehouse, only lit with lights and no windows.
“Welcome back!” Two voices sang simultaneously the moment they stepped into the room, the door automatically closing behind them.
The group sank onto the couches in the middle of the room in exhaustion.
“We made tea!” The owner of the voices chirped again in unision as two girls appeared, one carrying a tray of cups and saucers while the other- teapot, sugar and milk.
“Thanks Hwayoung, Hyoyoung.” Zhou mi stood up and helped them carry the trays to the coffee table the couches surrounded.
--
“There was a kid today that was so cute!” Zhou mi gushed excitedly, “he had a bit of a sore throat, poor child…I hope he’ll get better soon with the medicine I gave him!”
Kyuhyun stared at his laptop screen as Zhou mi latched onto him “Kui xian! Stop looking at the screen, it’s bad for your eyes! Maybe I should buy a pot plant for you or something! Looking at green is good for your eye-sight.”
Kyuhyun grunted, “It wouldn’t survive without sunlight.”
Zhou mi pouted, Kyuhyun felt his soft breathing on his neck.
“Kui-mmph.”
Kyuhyun turned around and captured Zhou mi’s lips into his own before he could speak more, pulling the taller man onto himself so he was on his lap.
Zhou mi blushed as Kyuhyun pulled away “Kui xian?”
Kyuhun stayed silent as he stroked Zhou mi’s hair before pushing his head forward to meet his lips again.
Zhou mi melted into the kiss as Kyuhyun entered his tongue into his mouth, nipping and teasing expertly.
“Mm…” He sighed as Kyuhyun pulled away again to trail his tongue and lips down, Zhou mi arched, giving Kyuhyun better access to his long, pale neck.
“Do those nurses still try to buy you lunch or coffee everyday?” Kyuhyun whispered darkly, sucking lightly at a spot he knew Zhou mi was extra sensitive.
“N-no, I..told t-them not to…” Zhou mi raked his hands through Kyuhyun’s hair, pressing for more contact.
Kyuhyun smirked “Good.” He pulled away, satisfied with the mark he left near Zhou mi’s collar bone, where it’s easy to hide with his usual shirt and tie attire.
Zhou mi laughed softly “Are you jealous?”
Kyuhyun silently pressed his forehead to Zhou mi, his mouth not speaking but his eyes pouring out emotion.
You’re mine.
Zhou mi’s eyes looked straight back, unwavering.
Always.
Kyuhyun tenderly tilted Zhou mi’s chin down to meet his lips again, his hand slipping under the hem of Zhou mi’s shirt to trace on the bare skin of his back.
Part two
How has 2013 been for you guys, for me it's been great so far!
SJ-M comeback!!!! So glad to see Zhou mi again!! He's been doing so well lately, in interviews he would ensure that all the members take time speaking and he answers questions well too! He is like the PR for SJ-M, so proud of him! I hope people don't just take him for granted and see that he's really trying hard. ><
Anyway, below are some just unfinished fics from 2012, mostly started from random inspirations or prompts, I never continued with them so I decided I'll just post them on here! And if any one gets a great response from and readers reading out there, I will try to finish it and post it sometime in 2013, so if you like any of them, please comment to tell me!
"Those Years" isn't finished yet but I won't give up! Kind of having writer's block.
Anyway, enjoy!
WARNING: Some contain adult themes/ sexual situations
Super innocent Mi/ Playboy Kyuhyun falling hard for him
Zhou mi gaped at the person in front of him.
“P-pardon?”
“I said,” The person grinned, a corner of his mouth higher than the other to form a smirk “Date me.”
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-2 weeks ago-
“Why are you so late? I told you to be here 3 o’clock on the dot! Do you want to get fired?” Kyuhyun yelled into his cellphone angrily, causing a few heads to turn.
“I-I’m sorry young master, the car suddenly broke down- I- I’ll send for a taxi straight away!”
Kyuhyun growled “Never mind, I’ll get someone to give me a ride.”
He hung up with a scowl “Useless.”
“Beeep” The sound of a car horn suddenly sounded form behind him; he turned around to find Siwon waving at him from his Lamborghini convertible.
“Siwon! I was just looking for you, give me a ride back home wont you?” Kyuhyun sprinted up to the car.
Siwon shrugged “Sorry Kyuhyun, got a date.” He raised his eyebrow pointedly, slinging his arm across a giggling girl in the passenger seat that Kyuhyun didn’t recognize.
“Drop me off first, then go on your date!”
Siwon smirked and pointed to his car “Two seater, sorry man, but I’m sure there are a lot of ladies wanting to give you a ride, I’ll see you around!”
“What? Wait-“
Siwon drove off, waving.
“So much for bros before hoes!” Kyuhyun yelled at the disappearing car.
A mini cooper suddenly stopped in front of him and the window rolled down to reveal a few girls that he recognized as his juniors.
“Kyuhyun sunbae! Do you need a ride?”
So Kyuhyun found himself squeezing into the passenger seat of the car with three girls ogling at the back of his head and the smell of perfume so strong that it made him sneeze every two seconds.
“A-A-A-choo!” He sneezed again for the nth time.
“Are you okay sunbae? Are you sick?” A girl handed him a tissue and tried to feel his forehead. Kyuhyun accepted the tissue and quickly covered his nose, dodging the hand.
“You do know where my house is right?” Kyuhyun frowned when they tunred into an unfamiliar road.
“Ah sunbae!” The girl driving whined “Why the rush to go home? Go play with us! I’ll treat you to ice cream! Then we can go to a norebang!”
Kyuhyun’s eyes slanted “What?”
‘Norebang? I want to go home to starcraft!’
“Take me home right now!” He ordered in frustration, the girl pouted “Shiro! C’mon sunbae! It’ll be fun!”
“No! Stop the car!”
“Kyuhyun sunbae~~”
“C’mon~”
“We’ll treat you!”
“Play with us!”
The four girls started whining and shaking him with pouts.
“Argh!!” He forcefully opened the car door, the whines turned into screams as the car halted to a stop
“Kyuhyun Sunbae! Are you crazy?!”
“Not as crazy as you.” Kyuhyun sneered as he rushed off the car and slammed the door shut.
The girls scoffed in offence and drove away.
Kyuhyun surveyed his surroundings, none of which he recognized, usually he would just get in the car and sleep, he never had to pay attention or remember directions.
He sighed in frustration and took out his phone from his bag.
The screen was blank.
He pressed the home button.
Blank.
He pressed the power button, the screen flashed.
“Battery low, device turning off.”
“Argh!!” He threw the phone on the ground in rage “Useless thing!”
Kyuhyun ran his hands through his hair “Now what?”
“You shouldn’t do that, a lot of people would need to save up for a long time for that phone…” A gentle voice suddenly cut Kyuhyun off from his thoughts.
“What?” He turned around, annoyed but there was no one in sight, only a bicycle.
He looked down to see a figure bent over his phone, picking up the back and battery that flew out when it fit the ground.
The person stood back up and handed Kyuhyun his phone
“Here, all fixed.” His mouth stretched into a wide smile.
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes “You can have it if it’s that precious.” But he took it back anyway.
He eyed the person who was now getting on his bike.
Tall. That was the first thing Kyuhyun recognized from the boy.
Frameless glasses perched on a tall nose, a wide mouth and smiling eyes, he too wore the uniform of his school, but Kyuhyun didn’t recognize him as anyone he knew.
“Can I help you?” The same gentle mellow voice came from the smiling mouth and Kyuhyun looked away from the pretty face in embarrassment.
“Uh, no?”
The tall boy nodded and smiled again “Well I’ll be going then.” He climbed onto his bike.
“W-wait!”
“Yes?” The boy stopped in his tracks, his clear eyes widened at Kyuhyun.
“Can I borrow your phone to make a call?”
“Oh, um…” The boy scratched his head shyly “Sorry, this might be hard to believe…but I don’t have a hand phone.”
Kyuhyun squinted at the boy skeptically “You’re a student right? A teenager like you that doesn’t own a phone?”
The boy bit his lip “I’m sorry…”
Kyuhyun sighed “Never mind….”
“But I can help you with anything else!” The boy brightened “Just tell me what your problem is!”
Kyuhyun hesitated, he didn’t want to admit that he was lost, plus, the boy went to the same school as him! He didn’t want the whole school to know he- the almighty Cho Kyuhyun- was lost.
“Um…no, I-“
“Do you need a ride?” The boy asked, his head cocked to one side “I can take you if it’s not too far.”
Kyuhyun raised his eyebrow “On that thing?” He pointed at the bicycle Zhou mi was on.
Zhou mi nodded, his eyes curling into cresent moons “Tell me where you want to go!”
‘Better than nothing’
Kyuhyun shrugged and told him his address
“Oh, that’s not far away, you can get there by walking in 5 minutes! But it’s okay, I’ll take you!”
Zhou mi gestured behind him to what looked like a flat bit of metal on top of the back wheel
“It’s not that comfortable so you’ll probably need to sit sideways.”
Kyuhyun climbed on awkwardly and clutched onto the boy’s shoulders to prevent himself falling off as they took off.
‘Stupid Siwon not giving me a ride! Now I’m stuck in a sappy soap drama female character sitting position’ Kyuhyun cursed inwardly
The bike suddenly rocked violently and Kyuhyun yelped, his hands naturally sliding down to hold onto the boy’s waist.
“Hold on tight, okay?” The boy turned back and smiled his gentle smile at him again; Kyuhyun’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Kyuhyun leaned his head on the boy’s back; a fresh scent of lemon filled his nostrils, he closed his eyes.
‘His back is warm…’
Images of the boy’s smile filled his head and Kyuhyun couldn’t help but to smile himself.
They suddenly halted to a stop, Kyuhyun looked up at the boy in confusion.
“We’re here! This is the place right?”
Kyuhyun looked to his left and found himself in front of his gate.
“It’s a big house.” The boy said admiringly as Kyuhyun climbed off the bike.
Kyuhyun gulped “Umm….”
What should he say?
‘Do you want to come in for tea?”? Would that be weird? But he helped him so it should just seem like he’s repaying him right?
They boy took a look at his watch “Ah! I should be going now!” He waved at Kyuhyun
“Nice meeting you today.”
“W-wait!”
“Yes?” The boy’s big round eyes stared at him again and Kyuhyun could feel himself turning red.
“Uh-What’s your name? I have to repay you for your help today, just tell me anything you want! There’s nothing I can’t get in this world!”
The boy chuckled, and Kyuhyun felt himself fall into trance at the melodious sound.
“You’re funny, but it’s alright, I don’t want anything.” He kicked off and started riding his bike
“Bye!” He turned around to wave slightly before disappearing off into distance.
Kyuhyun stared at the direction the boy left in, the wide smile, mellow voice and fresh lemon scent still lingering in his mind.
“Angel….” He breathed.
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“D-date? I think you have the wrong person here…”’ Zhou mi smiled apologetically “Or is this some kind of dare or joke?”
Kyuhyun inched closer, staring at Zhou “No, I have the right person, if I’m not wrong you are Zhou mi right?” Kyuhyun smiled and took off his aviator sunglasses.
Zhou mi frowned “Yes, and you are….? Oh! You’re that person from the other day!” Zhou mi’s frowned turned into a grin upon recognition “What are you doing here?”
Kyuhyun frowned, not amused by the idea that a student at this school didn’t know who he was.
“I study here.”
“Oh really?” Zhou mi’s eyes shone without a bit of doubt “How come you aren’t in uniform?”
Kyuhyun smirked “Because I’m Cho Kyuhyun, I do whatever I want.”
Zhou mi gaped “Wait, You’re Cho Kyuhyun?”
Kyuhyun raised an eyebrow “Problem?”
Zhou mi, realizing his rudeness, closed his mouth and smiled coyly “No, of course not, I was just surprised.”
Kyuhyun beamed, “Well it’s good that you know my name…” Kyuhyun inched closer and brushed Zhou mi’s fringe out of his eyes. Zhou mi still stood there, wearing a confused smile
“Because from now on Cho Kyuhyun is the name of your boyfriend…..angel.”
“What?” Zhou mi gasped and quickly pushed Kyuhyun away “Please don’t joke around….my name isn’t angel…”
Kyuhyun grinned “But you are my angel…I like you, go out with me.”
It was more of a demand than a question, his grip was tight on Zhou mi’s wrist.
“Cho Kyuhyun-ssi, I don’t know if this is a dare or some kind of joke…but it’s enough now, please let go of me.” Zhou mi whimpered weakly, tugging his wrist in vain.
Kyuhyun frowned “I’m serious, why do you think it’s a joke?”
Zhou mi sighed “Because it’s what you rich kids like to do, just let go of me, please.” His eyes were desperate and begging now, even though they were in a secluded part of school where Zhou mi usually likes to spend his lunch times quietly, there was a risk of other students walking past and seeing them.
Zhou mi tried to pry himself out of Kyuhyun’s grasp again, but his strength was nothing compared to the death grip Kyuhyun had on him.
“This isn’t a joke.” Kyuhyun replied firmly, his eyes staring straight into Zhou mi.
“I don’t care, just let go please!”
“Date me, and I’ll let go.” Kyuhyun smiled smugly.
“No! I won’t date you okay?”
Kyuhyun’s smile vanish “What?”
Did he hear wrong? Someone not willing to date the all mighty Cho Kyuhyun?
“Why not?!”
“B-because I’m a guy! If you need someone to play with then just back to your weekly girlfriends!”
“I don’t want them! I only want you!” Kyuhyun tried to pull Zhou mi into his embrace.
The bell suddenly rang, surprising Kyuhyun, Zhou mi took the opportunity to pry his wrist from Kyuhyun’s grasp and scamper away quickly.
“I wont give up!” Kyuhyun called after him when he realised that he no longer had a grasp on him.
G-ri/ Qmi Coffee shop prompt
Seungri sighed as he heard another mug fall to it’s unlucky fate, there was a curse, then silence.
He eyed the calendar hanging off the freshly painted wall.
Tomorrow was their reopening day. Kwon Jiyong had not even learnt how to make an espresso.
He groaned and started mopping the floor with more vigor. He had worked in this café since he was 18, starting out as a part-time student worker, his boss treated him with kindness, promoting him to a full-time job when he graduated high school. He originally planned to take one gap year in between high school and university, but one turned into two, then three. In the blink of an eye, he had already worked there for four years already.
Now, the Café was facing a vague destiny.
The café owner had passed away from a heart attack last month, Seungri only found out he had a son at his funeral.
“Are you Lee Seung Hyun-ssi?” A stoic looking came up to him with a polite smile.
“Y-yes, you are?”
“I am the lawyer of the late Mr. Kwon, he had set up his will with me before he passed away, is there a time you will be available to come to my offices to settle the legal matters of things?”
“Pardon? Legal matters? You must have mistaken, I am only a worker at his café.”
The lawyer raised his eyebrows “Surely you must know, Mr Kwon had stated in his will if he was to pass away, Mr Lee Seung Hyun-ssi will become the legal owner of Café Carpe Diem.”
“W-What?”
So then he found himself sitting in front of a pile of legal documents, still confused as to what was happening. The stoic lawyer who introduced himself by the name of Ji Hyung Woo sitting in front of him, glasses perched on his nose and all. To his left sat Mr. Kwon’s son, who he had only just officially met.
“So, The late Mr Kwon had stated that the ownership of the business “Café Carpe Diem” to be co-owned by his son Kwon Jiyong-ssi and worker Lee Seunghyun-ssi, the process is simple, you only need to sign your names on this document.” Ji Hyun Woo smiled and placed a file in between the two young men who stared at him in bewilderment.
“Look, I don’t want to own the café, so Mr. Lee here can have it all to himself, can I please just sign the documents relating to the house and the money and all that so I can just get out of here?” Kwon Jiyong blew his hair out of his eyes in frustration.
Ji Hyun Woo smiled, as if he was expecting this kind of behavior.
“Unfortunately, Mr Kwon had also stated that Kwon Jiyong-ssi can only claim his other inheritances only under the circumstance that you have ran “Café Carpe Diem” for at least one year. If you fail to run the cafe for one full year, his entire fortune including his savings, house, car and etcetera will all be donated to charity.”
“What?” Kwon Jiyong jumped up from his chair, cursing loudly “What is that old man thinking? Mr. Lawyer, this is just some sort of joke right? He can’t make wills like that, it’s either he gives it to me or he doesn’t! This is not some sort of drama!”
Ji Hyun Woo smiled “That is for me to decide, now will you please sign your names on this document?”
Seungri signed his name in obedience while Kwon Jiyong unwillingly sat down and signed his name gruffly, glaring at the smiling lawyer.
“Congratulations, you are now co-owners of the business “Café Carpe Diem”.” Ji Hyun Woo stood up and held out his hand, Seungri shook it numbly while Jiyong just glared at it and slapped it stiffly.
“Kwon Jiyong-ssi, I will be going to the café and checking your progress regularly.” Was the lawyer’s last words before he shut the door in their faces.
Kwon Jiyong swore loudly again, causing Seungri to jump with a start.
They walked to the elevator in silence.
“Uhm….” Seungri cleared his throat “I’m Lee Seung Hyun….but you can call me Seungri, like your father did.”
Jiyong rolled his eyes “Kwon Jiyong, GD.”
Seungri nodded and helf out his hand meekly, GD shook it stiffly.
“Now teach me how to run this café thing.”
Seungri snapped out of his reverie as he heard a shout
“Lee Seung Hyun!!! Come here this instant or I’ll throw this machine out the window!!”
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Today was the reopening of the café, as expected, a lot of people stopped by to give their condolences. Some ordered a coffee to go, some just stopped by for a few words.
Seungri felt his heart sink deeper every time he caught a disappointed look from a customer that took a sip of his coffee.
He had never needed to make coffee before, he learnt, but never well enough. The boss was always there to make the best coffee one could get fro Carpe Diem.
“If they’re not going to order anything, might as well not stop by!” Jiyong grumbled, blowing a piece of his bleached blonde hair out of his eyes as he buried his face inside of a manga.
Seungri rolled his eyes.
A chime of the bell rang crisply through the air, both Jiyong and Seungri looked up slowly, expecting it to be a neighboring store owner coming to give sympathy again.
It was a young man, dark haired combed neatly past his ears. Not a regular customer.
“Can I help you?” Seungri asked, over-friendly since it was the first real customer of the day.
“Uhmm…..” the young man stared at the chalked menu behind the counter. “Cappuccino?...and….” He bent over the cake display with a concentrated frown. “Ah! And a Tiramisu please!” His face brightened into a small smile as he pointed to the cake. Seungri smiled and took the money the man had already put on the counter, shooting daggers at Kwon Jiyong and flicked his head to the cake display.
Jiyong lazily walked over to serve the cake while Seungri started on the coffee, the man sat down on the seat next to the window.
“Your Cappuccino, and….cake.” Jiyong said vaguely before placing the two on the table, the man nodded his thanks to which Jiyong only half heartedly returned with a “Enjoy.” before he returned to reading his manga.
Seungri eyed the man intently as he brought the mug to his lips for a sip. The man frowned for one moment, then smiled gently before taking a sip again, Seungri sighed with relief. The man forked a piece of cake to his mouth and chewed slowly before frowning and pushing the plate away. Seungri held his breath again.
“Uhm…is there feedback you would like to give to us? We only reopened today…our boss used to bake himself, he’s not around anymore soI don’t really know about the quality of this new baker…we found it in a rush.” Seungri explained as he took empty mug from the table, he hesitated at the Tiramisu which had only one bite taken out of it.
“No, no, it’s just too sweet for me…” He smiled shyly, there was a accent to his Korean that Seungri didn’t recognize. He gestured that the cake could be taken away as well, Seungri nodded understandingly before clearing the table.
The man left, he was the last customer that day.
The next day was equally quiet, Jiyong was sitting at the counter, cheek resting on his palm, eyes squinted. All he needed was a fly swatter and he could complete the “I-open-a-café-where-no-customers-come” look.
Seungri made himself busy, wiping down tables that weren’t dirty, cleaning the glass of the cake display, checking all the cups were clean.
Jiyong groaned, frustrated “Stop fretting around the place! No one’s here anyway.”
Seungri ignored him and continued re-wiping the windows “It’s important the place is presentable when a customer comes though!”
The chiming of bells rang and the door opened, Seungri shot Jiyong a “See?” Look.
Jiyong sighed and forced a smile at the customer “Welcome- oh, hi again.”
Seungri strained his neck to see that is was the same tall man from yesterday, a gentle smile as he nodded at Jiyong shyly.
“Umm…Latte please, and….” His eyed the cake display, lingering at the tiramisu before looking away “It’s alright, just an Espresso thank you.”
Jiyong accepted the change and gestured to the empty seats before yelling “Lee Seung hyun, espresso!”
Seungri was already at the coffee machine, saluting to Jiyong cheerfully who rolled his eyes.
“Latte.” Seungri set the mug down and the man nodded at him.
He eyed the man curiously as he took a sip of the drink.
The man seemed to notice him staring and looked at him in confusion “Can I help you?”
“O-oh, no.” Seungri averted his gaze, flustered “I was just wondering how the coffee was.”
“Ah.” The man nodded with understanding “It’s strong….and more bitter than other café’s.”
Seungri looked to the ground, disappointed.
“But I like it.” The man said, Seungri looked up to see him smiling out the window “He likes bitter things….” He murmured softly.
“Pardon?” Seungri leaned in closer, straining to hear better.
“Oh, no.” The man chuckled “I was talking to myself.”
“Oh.” Seungri stood awkwardly.
“You can sit down if you want?” The man gestured to the empty seat opposite him, Seungri sat down, ignoring the “What are you doing?” glare Jiyong shot him.
“Did you just move around here? I haven’t seen you around before.”
The café was situated in a residential area, not city like and crowded, but more quiet and relaxed.
“Ah….” The man hesitated “You can say I’m travelling, I live in the inn down the road.”
Seungri nodded, he glanced at the man and frowned slightly. Now that he was looking at the man more closely, he couldn’t help but to have a feeling that he’s seen him somewhere before, but he couldn’t put his finger to it.
“I’m Lee Seung hyun by the way.” Seungri held out his hand, the man shook it with a wide smile “I’m Zhou mi.”
“Joo mi?” Seungri tried to pronounce it, the man laughed “Are you from another country then? Your accent…”
“He’s Chinese, it’s obvious you idiot.” Jiyong called lazily from the counter, Seungri looked at him in surprise before turning to Zhou mi who nodded in confirmation
“I’m…looking for something.”
“Looking for something?”
“Yes…something that China doesn’t have..” Zhou mi’s smile was slightly bitter as his eyes softened.
“Oh, uh- speaking of China, our boss went there for a couple of months before too, those were his souvenirs.” Seungri pointed at some ornaments on the windowsill, Zhou mi hummed in appreciation.
“I used to have one of these!” He chuckled softly, touching a mini Chinese tea-set model. “But I gave it away to a friend….” He frowned suddenly, picked up one of the mini tea cup and turned it around, Zhou mi gasped. “T-this is mine!”
Kwon Jiyong frowned “No, that’s what the old man got from China!”
“No, this tea set used to be in my family home, it had “Zhou” in the bottom of every tea cup.” Zhou mi turned the cup to show them the bottom where a Chinese character painted on the China.
“The owner of this shop wouldn’t happen to have the last name “Kwon” would they?” Zhou mi asked weakly.
Seungri suddenly stood up abruptly, making the chair scrap against the wooden floor “That’s why you look so familiar!” He exclaimed, then ran into the storage room.
Zhou mi sat there for a moment, not knowing if he did something wrong. Kwon Jiyong looked pleased there was something out-of-ordinary happening.
Seunri came back a moment later, holding a framed photograph.
He placed it on the table excitedly, on the photography, a younger looking Zhou mi and a middle-aged man who had his arm around him was smiling at the camera.
Zhou mi gasped “Quan shi fu? This is his shop?”
-
Zhou mi was stirring a new mug of espresso Seungri had just put in front of him, he nodded with thanks.
“So Shi fu has passed away, I’m sorry for your loss.” He said sympathetically to Kwon Jiyong who was now sitting opposite him.
“So you and the old man met in one of his trips?”
Zhou mi nodded, smiling as he rekindled the memory, “Shi fu taught me a lot, I was a total disaster amateur, a big disappointment to my family.”
He looked at the two puzzled faces “Oh, I’m a pâtissier. My family owns a café too…” He explained shyly.
GD’s eyebrows shot up “You are?”
Zhou mi nodded again, Seungri thought his neck must be a little tired.
“So what exactly are you looking for here in Korea?” GD prompted, leaning closer in on the table.
“…” Zhou mi hesitated for a moment “A cake.”
“Cake?”
“….A flavor, something I want to make.”
“Do you think you’ve found it yet?”
Zhou mi shoulder’s slumped “I-I don’t know..”
GD grinned and slapped the table, pushing himself to stand up.
“Why don’t we find out?”
-
Zhou mi looked bewildered as GD (He had just learnt the name and found it kind of strange too) pushed him through.
He looked around to find that he was inside a kitchen.
A baker’s kitchen to get technical.
“We didn’t throw out any of the old man’s tools, they should be enough for you to use.”
Suddenly Seungri pushed through the door, panting.
“Yah Kwon Ji Young, I’m not your slave, next time you need to buy some groceries, do it youself!”
GD looked around, trying not to look smug. He took the bags off Seungri and put them on the table.
“Flour, eggs, milk, cream, all sorts of cream cheeses and there’s sugar, cocoa or coffee powder and all sorts of dessert liquor you will need out behind the counter.”
“P-pardon?” Zhou mi was still in shock.
“Well the only way you’ll find out if you’ve found the new flavor you want to make or not is to try and make it, so go on!”
Zhou mi gaped.
GD shoved a apron in his arms “It’s all yours, we’ll be outside waiting.”
-
A few hours later
Zhou mi timidly walked out of the kitchen, carrying a covered tray.
Seungri and Jiyong gathered around the tray which he put on a table with curiousity.
“It’s not anything fancy..” Zhou mi said, unsurely.
“Ah, I’ll be the judge of that!” GD uncovered the tray, revealing a plain looking cake with only cocoa powder sifted on top.
“Tiramisu?” GD raised an eyebrow.
Zhou mi nodded firmly “It’s….what I make the most..”
GD wordlessly picked up a fork and sank it into the cake, breaking out a portion and putting it in his mouth.
“How is it? Zhou mi-ssi, may I?” Seungri looked at Zhou mi for approval before forking into the cake himself.
“Waaah!” Seungri widened his eyes “Zhou mi-ssi this is delicious!!” He waved a thumbs up “Daebak!”
He ate another mouthful before clasping his hands together dramatically “It has a bit of boss’s taste to it.”
“It’s better than usual shops out there.” GD nodded with approval.
Zhou mi took a fork and picked out a bit of mascarpone cheese filling.
GD and Seungri watched him carefully put it in his mouth.
“So? Is it what you were looking for?”
Zhou mi sighed, his shoulders slumping
“No..”
GD nodded understandingly before pausing.
“Okay then, Zhou mi-ssi, you’re officially hired!” He announced, grinning proudly.
“WHAT?” Zhou mi and Seungri both yelled, their eyes wide.
“G-GD ssi what do you mean?”
“Yah Kwon Jiyoung, what are you talking about?”
“Well,” GD sat down and kicked his legs into a crossing postion “You’ve passed the test, your cake tastes better than the baker we have currently.”
“B-but, I wasn’t looking for a job!” Zhou mi frowned.
“Yah Kwon Jiyoung!” Seungri yelled frantically, before pulling close to GD’s ear “We don’t have the budget to hire someone!”
GD frowned, waving Seungri off “We can’t offer you a high salary, but we have staff accommodation and 3 meals, think about it. You can work while you keep trying out the flavor you want to find, you can use the kitchen anytime!”
Seungri considered it for a moment before biting his lip “Well….it does seem like a good idea….aish, but you have to see Zhou mi-ssi’s opinion first!”
“Well?” GD looked at Zhou mi, Seungri followed his gaze to look at the tall Chinese man hopefully.
“Well….I do owe Quan Shi Fu a big favour…and you said there’s accommodation?”
GD nodded, Seungri frowned “Wait..accomodat-mphhh“ GD kicked up and smiled, gritting his teeth as Seungri bit at the hand that was covering his mouth.
“Okay, I’ll do it!” Zhou mi nodded firmly.
“Great! You can start tomorrow!” GD grinned.
Con artist group leader Kyuhyun/ Ordinary person, clueless Mi
Itaewon, Seoul, South Korea
It was night. A young man leaned against a lamp post, shivering in the November weather.
“Aish seriously, when is that woman ever going to be on time?” He murmured under into his face mask, teeth chattering.
He drew out a cigarette from his pocket, cursing as he fumbled his other pocket for a lighter and found nothing.
A sound caught his ear, scuffling of feet and drunk curses came from a man approaching his direction.
“Ya ajusshi!” He called out, voice slightly quivering from the cold and muffled from his mask.
The drunken man turned around to face him, face red and angry “What do you want kid?”
“Do you have a lighter I can borrow?”
The man seemed skeptical, as if he couldn’t believe that the young man was stupid enough to ask him this. The drunken man’s lips curled into a smirk as he reached inside his jacket.
“Sorry kid, I only have this.” He drew the knife out slowly, as if showing off and waiting for the young man’s reaction.
The young man sighed, “C’mon ajusshi, are you really doing this?”
The drunk laughed sadistically “You were the one who was stupid enough to approach me first, kids now days…so ignora- argh!!”
One swift movement, and the knife was twisted out of his hands and onto the concrete floor along with the drunk man himself.
The young man tutted, bending down to pick up the knife while resting his foot on the drunk man’s stomach.
“Ajusshi, this is a really nice knife, but I asked for a lighter….aish, is even smoking a cigarette so hard now days?”
“I-I have a lighter in my pocket! P-please take it!”
The young man frowned and reached into the drunk’s pocket, bringing out a small zippo lighter.
“Oooohhh, so flash, I’ve always wanted one of these!” He said excitedly, bringing up the metal object for closer inspection.
The drunk man took the chance to lift up his hand and swing his beer bottle to the young man’s head, but young man ducked and the bottle swung just above his head.
“Phew, so close! C’mon ajusshi! Be nice!”
The drunk man sprang up and charged at him with the bottle, but one swift kick to the gut, and he was down to the ground again.
The young man sighed, crouching down to the drunk man’s level.
“I-I’m sorry! I acted rash, please forgive me! Take the lighter, I have money, please take it too! Please don’t hurt me!” The drunk man pleaded desperately.
“Thank you for the offer ajusshi, I guess I can take a sip of the drink.”
He eased the beer bottle out of the man’s hand and sniffed it, “Wow, cheap brand.” He scrunched up his nose “I can’t take this stuff, so maybe ajusshi can have it back….” He grinned and tipped the bottle, allowing the alcohol to spill over the drunken man.
“And as for the lighter…..” He waved the shiny metal box in the air “I’m sorry but I got taught not to accept gifts from strangers.” He flicked the lid of the lighter up, the fire slicked, illuminating his handsome features.
“Pretty, what a shame.” He turned away and sighed, walking a few steps before throwing the tossing the lighter behind his shoulder, landing it on the drunken man drenched in alcohol.
A sound of a horn and suddenly a car pulled up to the young man, the window rolled down to reveal the driver to be a young girl smiling at him.
“Sorry I’m late, I had a photo shoot……” She trailed off when she heard the agonizing screams from behind the young man.
“Kyuhyun, did you set someone on fire?” She gasped and tried to look behind the young man she called Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun shrugged “I got bored waiting.”
The girl rolled her eyes “You’ll get in trouble, shouldn’t we at least put him out first?”
Kyuhyun pointed to his face mask and shrugged “Didn’t see my face.” He looked behind him where there was no sign of fire.
“No fire, must’ve put himself out, rolling on the ground isn’t that hard.” He walked around the front of the car and opened the passenger door.
“Some minor burns wont kill him, don’t worry.”
The girl shrugged and stepped on the gas pedal.
“Hyuna called to ask……” The girl started talking when suddenly the sound of a phone ringing cut her off.
“Ah, it must be her….” She pressed the loudspeaker button on her phone.
“Unnieeee!!!!” A aegyo-filled voice whined down the phone, Kyuhyun rolled his eyes.
“Hey sweetie, I just picked up Kyuhyunnie. We’re going to be there in twenty!”
“Ahh, okay okay bye.”
The line beeped and Victoria tossed her phone to the side.
“Oh hey Kyuhyunnie, I’ve been meaning to ask you…..”
She was blabbering about something, Kyuhyun zoned out. Staring out the window and at the streets they were passing.
“…is that alright?”
“Hm?” Kyuhyun turned her attention back to Victoria, guessing she had said something about the next job. “Yea sure I don’t mind.”
“That’s great!” Victoria squealed.
Kyuhyun shrugged, it must be something she really wants.
Thief group prompt
The cheers were roaring as the last beat dropped.
The girls smiled and posed confidently, waiting for the cheers to subdue.
The first one to break out of her pose was a girl with long brown hair and smiling eyes.
“Thank you everyone!” She bowed, the other girls following, waving at the crowd as the blinding lights dimmed while the stadium erupted into shouts and chants of their names.
The girl walked through the crowded corridor, blending into the groups of artists preparing to go on stage.
“Annyonghaseyo, annyong…” She bowed at everyone on her way, keeping a smile on her face.
She turned a corner and walked into a secluded part of the corridor, slipping into a washroom and locking the door after her.
She felt her phone vibrate against her skin and she slipped it out of her skirt pocket, slipping her hair as she pressed the device to her ear.
“Talk.”
“Great show tonight, are you at the appointed destination?”
The girl rolled her eyes.
“That’s not very nice, rolling your eyes like that, imagine if your fans saw you.”
She scoffed “C’mon, we don’t have time to waste here, I have a schedule tomorrow, I want my beauty sleep.”
A chuckle came from the other side of the line “Third stall, good luck.”
The girl pressed the button on her phone which ended the conversation and slipped into the third stall of the washroom, opening the toilet tank, she wrinkled her nose a little as she felt the dampness of the sports bag inside.
“At least they had the tendancy to put the clothes in a plastic bag…” She murmured before slipping her sequined skirt and blazer off before throwing on the clothes she got from the bag- a windbreaker jacket she zipped up on top of her stage shirt, and loose sweatpants. She tied her hair into a low ponytail before pressing a cap ontop of it and putting on black-framed glasses.
She threw her original stage clothes into the sports bad and slung it over her shoulder, slipping out a staff pass from the side pocket that read “Park Jiyoung”
“Could’ve at least came up with a more original name….” She scoffed before throwing the pass around her neck, she stepped out of the stall and inspected herself in the mirror. Plain Jane staff member, check.
She exited the washroom cautiously, making sure no one saw her before she turned into the crowded corridor again, this time not talking to anyone before she walks into the main hall and heads towards the sign which points to her right, reading “West stadium.”
The chattering and music slowly faded as she walked towards the darken, empty hallways, ignoring the sign that reads “Staff only” as she took out her some wireless headphones and pressed them into her ear.
“No one coming, you’re safe.” It was a different voice from the phone call this time, but just as familiar to her.
She hummed quietly in response before she stopped in front of the double doors leading her into the empty stadium.
She glanced to her side, a small box on the wall with a flashing red light.
She reached into her bag and produced a flat device with a small screen on it, unscrewing the digital lock and wiring the two together.
“Now do your magic.” She pressed a button her device and it immediately started flashing “Unlocking pass code” before some numbers were running across the screen.
The first 3 digits had stopped running at ‘3’, ‘6’, and ‘4’.
“C’mon, c’mon…..”
“Hyuna! Someone coming.” The voice in her ear piece hissed, the girl- Hyuna sighed. “How far away? Do I have to take them out?”
“Never mind, they turned away.”
“Stop scaring me like that!”
“Just warning you.”
The last three numbers had also stopped running at ‘8’, ‘1’ and ‘5’
“Got it!” She smiled with triumph “364815”
“Good. Now exit from back entrance 1, we’re waiting.”
She disconnected the wires from her device and shoved it back into her bag, screwing back on all the necessary parts to make it seemed like the lock was never touched.
Walking quietly, she reached the back entranced and made her way out.
A security guard was standing not far from the entrance, eyeing her suspiciously.
She swallowed and averted her eyes, pressing her cap down lower to hide her face, she could see the van from across the street.
“Hey miss!” The security guard called out, she paused.
Should she run? Or should she bluff her way out of it?
“Um, excuse me sir.” Another voice- gentle and polite called from behind the security guard, he turned around with alarm to see a tall man- dressed in expensive suit and a wide smile.
“I must have lost my way, I’m looking for the entrance to the National orchestra performance tonight? Will you please be kind and point the way for me?”
The security guard smiled at the nicely dressed man “Oh yes, the performance is in the East side of the stadium, if you turn right……”
Hyuna smiled and winked at the tall man knowingly before she slipped away, jogging swiftly across the busy road and blending into the crowded streets before the door of the van opened as she climbed in, quickly throwing the door shut behind her.
“That was close.” She sighed.
“Yea, there was a blind spot of the security cameras so we didn’t see the guard there, good thing Zhou mi was worried so he kept close by, in case you needed back up.” The man- the first one who had spoken to her on the phone, shrugged.
Not long after, the passenger door to the van was threw open to the surprise and alert of all of them, but the relaxed upon seeing a familiar smiling face clambering into the van.
“That was close!” Zhou mi breathed, panting as he swung the door shut “Good thing the security guard believed me, I knew expensive suits help! Good thing I didn’t have time to change after work!”
He turned back and gave a thumbs up to Hyuna before they high fived each other.
There was a sound of knuckled wrapping against metal, the person knocked five times, pausing between the second and third knock.
Heechul rolled his eyes and slid the door open
“You didn’t need to do that “secret” knock, Henry, we’re not some club in primary school.”
The boy who climbed in pouted “You’d never know! I could be police or something.”
Zhou mi smiled and patted the boy’s shoulder, the boy beamed at him “So I did what Kyuhyun hyung told me to, I went after Hyuna and unstuck all the tracker and CCTV hacking things you put in, so the place is clean now, no one will suspect anything.”
Heechul nodded “Good, now we’ve already got access to the security system and have the floor plan, everything is settled for tomorrow night!” He rubbed his hands together excitedly.
Hyuna and Henry High-fived each other with glee, Zhou mi turned to look at the driver- the boy who had stayed quiet all along.
“Good work, Kyuhyunn.”
Kyuhyun nodded, expressionless “I’m sure this white cleaning van parked by the side of a busy street full of young clubbers is staring to look kind of suspicious now, we should head back.”
He waited for Heechul’s nod of approval before igniting the engine and driving away.
Hyuna entered the passcode and the floor slid open, revealing a flight of stairs.
“Seriously, can we get a new place, this is like some kind of tacky spy movie.” She sighed before making her way down the stairs, buttons of artificial white lights to both sides of her.
“Sure, we can buy a new place out of your share of our next gain.” Heechul hummed happily, Hyuna scoffed.
“I like our place, I’m too lazy to move anyway.” Henry chirped behind Heechul.
“It’s not like it’s not big enough for us, and all our gear will be hard to move around, especially Kui xian’s.”
Kyuhyun’s lips slightly curled in the mention of his Chinese name “I agree.”
Hyuna pouted “Fine, but I have no room for my clothes anymore, some one has to give me some space to their wardrobe.”
“You can use mine.” Zhou mi offered happily.
“Please Zhou mi oppa, you barely have enough room for your own clothes!” Hyuna sighed.
Heechul chuckled “Fine fine, we’ll make one of the empty rooms into your closet room, happy?”
Hyuna’s expression brightened “Very.”
They reached the end of the stairs and Hyuna lifted her hand to a flashing pad mounted on the wall.
The pad scanned her hand and an entrance opened in front of them, leading them into a big area looking like a customized warehouse, only lit with lights and no windows.
“Welcome back!” Two voices sang simultaneously the moment they stepped into the room, the door automatically closing behind them.
The group sank onto the couches in the middle of the room in exhaustion.
“We made tea!” The owner of the voices chirped again in unision as two girls appeared, one carrying a tray of cups and saucers while the other- teapot, sugar and milk.
“Thanks Hwayoung, Hyoyoung.” Zhou mi stood up and helped them carry the trays to the coffee table the couches surrounded.
--
“There was a kid today that was so cute!” Zhou mi gushed excitedly, “he had a bit of a sore throat, poor child…I hope he’ll get better soon with the medicine I gave him!”
Kyuhyun stared at his laptop screen as Zhou mi latched onto him “Kui xian! Stop looking at the screen, it’s bad for your eyes! Maybe I should buy a pot plant for you or something! Looking at green is good for your eye-sight.”
Kyuhyun grunted, “It wouldn’t survive without sunlight.”
Zhou mi pouted, Kyuhyun felt his soft breathing on his neck.
“Kui-mmph.”
Kyuhyun turned around and captured Zhou mi’s lips into his own before he could speak more, pulling the taller man onto himself so he was on his lap.
Zhou mi blushed as Kyuhyun pulled away “Kui xian?”
Kyuhun stayed silent as he stroked Zhou mi’s hair before pushing his head forward to meet his lips again.
Zhou mi melted into the kiss as Kyuhyun entered his tongue into his mouth, nipping and teasing expertly.
“Mm…” He sighed as Kyuhyun pulled away again to trail his tongue and lips down, Zhou mi arched, giving Kyuhyun better access to his long, pale neck.
“Do those nurses still try to buy you lunch or coffee everyday?” Kyuhyun whispered darkly, sucking lightly at a spot he knew Zhou mi was extra sensitive.
“N-no, I..told t-them not to…” Zhou mi raked his hands through Kyuhyun’s hair, pressing for more contact.
Kyuhyun smirked “Good.” He pulled away, satisfied with the mark he left near Zhou mi’s collar bone, where it’s easy to hide with his usual shirt and tie attire.
Zhou mi laughed softly “Are you jealous?”
Kyuhyun silently pressed his forehead to Zhou mi, his mouth not speaking but his eyes pouring out emotion.
You’re mine.
Zhou mi’s eyes looked straight back, unwavering.
Always.
Kyuhyun tenderly tilted Zhou mi’s chin down to meet his lips again, his hand slipping under the hem of Zhou mi’s shirt to trace on the bare skin of his back.
Part two