Fic: Lost in Translation (8/?)
Title: Lost in Translation
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Qmi
Rating: +17
Summary: AU Kyuhyun is part of Zhou Mi's new high school class. Zhou Mi has been sleeping with him for two months. This is all very awkward.
Notes: For umberela. I can see the end~ I'm thinking it'll be 10 or 11 chapters (but I'm putting 10 because I'm optimistic for the end XD)
Over at helpthesouth I've put an offer for ONE 5,000 word fanfic of your choosing. Thread is here.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Kyuhyun texted him bright and early, saying that Changmin was stopping by before their first class with him. Zhou Mi wasn’t sure how he felt about this, but he sent back a smiley face. He got into school extra early, and a part of him kept asking himself why he was doing this. It could only go two ways. Either Changmin went completely ballistic and went running down the hallway, screaming at the top of his lungs that they were together. Or it would just be completely anti-climatic.
Rationally Zhou Mi knew that it was going to be anti-climatic. It had to be. Because Kyuhyun wouldn’t have agreed otherwise. He would have spun some bullshit and tricked Changmin into forgetting their whole conversation last night.
Still. When the door to his room opened and Kyuhyun walked in, followed by Changmin, Zhou Mi’s heart stopped momentarily.
“Morning Mr. Joo.”
Zhou Mi wondered if he’d stay this polite once he knew the truth. Henry could barely keep a straight face sometimes. It was getting awful during class. “Good morning. How can I help you two?”
Changmin glanced at Kyuhyun, and then looked back at Zhou Mi. “I don’t really know.”
Zhou Mi looked at Kyuhyun, who just sighed. “Changmin, meet my boyfriend, Zhou Mi. Zhou Mi, this is my dumbass best friend. He’s the reason I’m currently grounded until the end of the semester.”
Zhou Mi couldn’t stop the wince because knowing that Kyuhyun couldn’t come over hurt. They’d had a good week and a half of pure bliss but it seemed like that would have to stop.
“Wait. You’re dating him? I thought you were joking!”
“Obviously I wasn’t. So now that you know, will you please cover for me whenever my mom asks where I am and you don’t know?”
Changmin nodded but he kept looking at Zhou Mi like he was suddenly seeing him in a new light. “Wow. So, do only I know?”
“Henry knows,” Zhou Mi said, because he felt he should say something to show he was in some sort of control. “And I think it goes without saying that we want you to not mention it to anyone.”
Changmin laughed. “What do you expect me to do? Scream it out in the hallway?”
Kyuhyun just looked blankly at Changmin. “Yes.”
Changmin waved his hand and approached Zhou Mi’s desk with a big grin. “I would never do that to you. However, I expect top marks in all the classes I take with you until I graduate, and glowing recommendations for everything I ask of you.” He kept grinning, even as Zhou Mi looked at him in horror, not expecting that.
Kyuhyun punched him in the shoulder. “Don’t blackmail him. And Mimi, please don’t listen to him. Like I said, he’s a dumbass.”
Zhou Mi laughed as Changmin’s face fell, and he started to loudly protest that fact. It continued until the bell rang for first period and the two of them had to go. Changmin left with barely a wave, and a part of Zhou Mi was glad that that hadn’t changed. Kyuhyun kissing him, on the other hand, was a good thing, and he was glad that had changed.
“I’ll be right back,” Kyuhyun said with a smile, putting his bag down on Zhou Mi’s desk.
Zhou Mi balked, scrambling to follow after Kyuhyun and ask him what he meant by that. He stopped him at the door.
“Wait! What?”
Kyuhyun blinked and looked at where Zhou Mi was gripping his arm. “I’m going to class.”
“Oh, okay.”
“To tell my teacher you need me.”
“Wait, what? Why?!” His voice got shrill and Kyuhyun just looked patiently at him.
“I’m grounded.”
“Yes?”
“So I can’t see you, and my mom isn’t going to let me stay after anymore unless I’m working with Yoochun and Gahee on our concert piece. And during lunch, Changmin and Henry are here, so we won’t get to spend any time together until the summer.”
“I am aware. And it sucks, but that doesn’t mean you can skip class!”
“I’m not going to do it all the time.” Kyuhyun let out a sigh. “I just want to spend time with you.”
“And you can.”
“So let me go tell my teacher you need me.”
“But you can’t do that.”
“But I am.”
“No.”
“Zhou Mi,” Kyuhyun let out a sigh. “It’s just literature.”
“Literature is an important topic.”
“I had it yesterday.”
“You need to attend all your classes.”
“And I do. But today, you need me to help me with some extra work. Right?” He drew out the word with a smile. A sinister, evil smile that had no right looking cute and innocent on his face, Zhou Mi thought.
“No?”
Kyuhyun smirked and wiggled his hand out Zhou Mi’s grip. He poked him in the chest with a smile and leaned up to kiss him again. “Thought so. I’ll be back. If Mr. Jung calls make sure to tell him you need to help me work on concert stuff!”
The door shut in Zhou Mi’s face and he sighed. He couldn't help himself. He wanted to see Kyuhyun, and as much as he liked Henry and Changmin, he wanted to see Kyuhyun alone. They didn’t even have to do anything, just be together.
And this time, when Kyuhyun came back and settled down on his desk, they didn’t do anything. They just talked, and Kyuhyun poked fun at a few of the kids in his class. They laughed about the latest drama they had started watching, and both of them went quiet when they realized they wouldn’t be able to keep watching it together. Neither said anything about it. And Zhou Mi didn’t mention the text message he had sent last night.
He was too embarrassed.
Zhou Mi hated May.
It was the worst month ever.
Nothing good came from it.
That’s what he had decided towards the end of the month, having spent the entire time alone. Sure Kyuhyun and he had lunch together, and once a week, without fail Kyuhyun would skip his first class to come down and be with Zhou Mi alone. And yes, they talked at night, after Kyuhyun’s shift, and it was nice just talking. It was like they were taking it slow.
Even if Kyuhyun whined and bitched most of the time. Honestly, that was nice to hear too.
But it was getting lonely at night. Ryeowook never came home, and now that June was almost here, and the concert was right around the corner, along with finals, Kyuhyun was too tired most nights to do much more than grunt in response to everything Zhou Mi said, and fall asleep snoring on the phone. And Henry and Changmin didn’t even come to practice after school anymore because they had other things to do, now that Kyuhyun wasn’t there.
Henry had said it wasn’t anything personal, and Zhou Mi believed him. Henry had improved, and didn’t need constant help. And Changmin didn’t need help in general, and even if he did, Zhou Mi wasn’t sure he would give it. He didn’t want to be arrested for strangling Kyuhyun’s best friend because he said one too many wise cracks.
No one else was coming for help yet. It wasn’t that time of the year yet. By mid-June people would be rushing for him, trying to make sure they had their final pieces ready in time for their presentations, but right now it was just dead.
Zhou Mi was bored. And lonely.
He still ignored every phone call Sungmin gave him, and didn’t return a text with more than a few words. He just didn’t know what to say to him. And sure, it was unfair, but he selfish, and still had faith that a friendship could come out of it.
Some nights, after Kyuhyun had fallen asleep on the phone, he would stare at the phone and debate calling Sungmin back, and asking to meet. Not for anything. Just company. Someone to talk to.
He never did though. He wouldn’t do that to Kyuhyun, and he wouldn’t do that to Sungmin.
“We are idiots,” Zhou Mi announced, putting down his chopsticks and pushing back his chair.
Kyuhyun looked up from his own meal and paused, wiping his chin before speaking. “We? The only idiots I see are tweedle-dumb and tweedle-dumbass behind us.”
Zhou Mi didn’t even flick his eyes to Henry and Changmin. They had broken into the music closet, found the broken stands, and were now using the poles as swords, leaping from chair to chair in a mock duel. Because clearly the ground was too dull to swing metal sticks at one another.
Zhou Mi was going to let Darwin sort this one out.
“I heard that!” Changmin called, thwacking his pole down and missing Henry’s shoulder. Henry laughed as he jumped to the next chair, barely keeping his balance, his arms swinging wildly.
“You’re still allowed to work right?”
Kyuhyun nodded. “Yeah. Granted, now my parents know where I work, but they are both too busy to come stop by too much.”
“Why don’t I come watch you work?”
“Kinky!” Changmin called again and Kyuhyun turned around, throwing one of his notebooks in his general direction.
He laughed, and dodged it easily, going right into Henry’s pole. He cursed as it caught his arm.
“Serves you right,” Kyuhyun muttered as he turned around. Changmin and Henry still didn’t know where he worked, and so Changmin had taken it upon himself to make up the most outlandish stories he could think of. Today’s idea, he had announced to Zhou Mi after class, was that Kyuhyun was a cross dressing stripper.
“So? What do you think?”
Kyuhyun hid his pleased grin behind another bite of food. “Thought you’d never figure that out.”
Zhou Mi balked and laughed, reaching across his desk to shove Kyuhyun lightly. “No you weren’t. You hadn’t thought of it either!”
Kyuhyun rubbed his shoulder, smiling. “Okay, no. I hadn’t. But neither had you!”
Zhou Mi smiled and pulled Kyuhyun towards him, kissing him softly. Changmin and Henry both made retching sounds, and Henry made another quip about therapy, his fallback whenever he saw the two of them engage in displays of affection.
Zhou Mi was blushing just a bit when he pulled back, but he didn’t regret it. He never regretted kissing Kyuhyun. “So is it a date?”
Kyuhyun was grinning and he nodded. “Pick me up after rehearsal. Should be over at five-thirty. You can even come and watch Yoochun and Gahee yell at each other for the first thirty minutes like normal.”
Zhou Mi winced a little, but decided it might be for the best to make sure that Kyuhyun’s partners didn’t kill one another. “I thought they got along.”
“They did,” Henry said.
“That is until they broke up,” Changmin finished for him, and Zhou Mi watched as he tried to make an impossible jump to reach a chair. He missed and landed in a painful looking spilt. Zhou Mi winced in sympathy. Henry’s pole hit the back of Changmin’s calf and he cried out, trying to pull his legs back together to make his groin muscles feel better.
Kyuhyun let out a sigh and went back to eating, while Zhou Mi got up to see if he needed to go to the nurse.
They held hands as they walked to Kyuhyun’s work. It wasn’t weird for Zhou Mi anymore because he had missed it too much. They’d need to fix this during the summer. Hopefully Kyuhyun’s parents didn’t try to occupy his time and let him leave the house.
Zhou Mi took his normal seat at the bar as Kyuhyun went to change, nodding to the bartender, who just shook his head and came over after finishing filling the ladies at the end of the bars order.
“Regular?” Zhou Mi nodded. “And open a tab?” Again he nodded. The bartender laughed. “Figure you’re going to be here awhile.”
“It’s been awhile.”
“I’ve noticed.” He poured Zhou Mi’s drink over ice. “If it weren’t for the fact that he’s still smiling, I’d have thought you two broke up.”
Zhou Mi shook his head. “Nope. We’re still together. Our schedules are just,” he made a gesture with his hand. “You know how it goes.”
The bartender shrugged. “You know how to get me if you need me.” Zhou Mi raised his glass to show he knew and the bartender laughed. “Or you know, call my name. Whichever works.”
“Don’t know your name.”
He shrugged again. “Don’t know yours either honestly. Just call you the older gentleman whenever I talk with Kyuhyun.” He reached his hand across the table. “Shiyuan.”
Zhou Mi’s eyes went wide for a moment. “Oh! Chinese!” The man smiled all dimples and nodded. He clasped their hands together. “Zhou Mi.”
Shiyuan nodded and then went to the trio that had taken a seat at the other end of the table. Zhou Mi turned around to look at the stage as the piano music started up, and he saw Kyuhyun get up onto stage. It wasn’t the perfect way to spend an evening, but it was better than sitting home alone.
He was finishing his second drink by the time Kyuhyun’s first break came up, and he could come down to the bar. He slid onto the stool next to Zhou Mi and took the water Shiyuan had for him with a smile.
“Thanks.”
Shiyuan gave a salute with two of his fingers and went back to cleaning glasses.
Kyuhyun turned to Zhou Mi, hand resting on his kneecap. “How are enjoying the evening.”
“I’m having an okay time.”
Kyuhyun leaned forward, resting his head against Zhou Mi’s shoulder. “You’re going to have to start bringing me that tea again. I think my voice is getting overused.”
Zhou Mi frowned, and reached up, rubbing his fingers along Kyuhyun’s neck, feeling for any swelling. “I don’t feel anything yet.”
Kyuhyun let out a little moan and Zhou Mi took his hands away with a sigh. “This was not a massage. Are you really okay?”
Kyuhyun nodded, grabbing his hands and putting them back where they were, rubbing his neck in small circles. “I should be. I’m just being cautious.”
“Well that’s new.”
“First time for everything.”
Zhou Mi smiled and took his fingers away. Kyuhyun let him and went back to sipping his water. “I’ll bring you the tea though.”
“Thanks.”
They sat in silence for a couple moments, soaking in the silence. Zhou Mi’s glass was almost empty when Kyuhyun leaned over. “I’m going to have to go back on stage soon.”
Zhou Mi nodded, dropping his hand to Kyuhyun’s thigh and squeezing. “Then just a few more hours and I’ll take you home.”
Kyuhyun grinned, wrapping his arm around Zhou Mi’s waist. “Yup. And during my next break, maybe we can spend it in the backroom.”
“What is with you and this public sex fetish?” Zhou Mi asked, not trying to remove Kyuhyun’s hands just yet.
“It’s your fault. I didn’t have it until you came along.” Kyuhyun shot him a dirty smirk as he pulled away.
He grabbed Kyuhyun’s bicep and held him there. “You didn’t have anyone until I came along.”
Kyuhyun continued to smirk, and pressed a kiss to Zhou Mi’s cheek, and then on his jaw line, even with Shiyuan side eyeing them. Zhou Mi blushed and nudged his glass forward, asking for a refill. Shiyuan did as he was asked and Zhou Mi was glad he didn’t ask questions. He wasn’t sure he would be able to handle them.
He didn’t have a third drink, because he wanted to enjoy Kyuhyun’s company on his second break, and if he decided to drag him to the backroom, he wanted to be sober enough to know what he was doing. So he was nursing a water when Kyuhyun came down for his next break, smiling widely. Shiyuan didn’t say anything, just put Kyuhyun’s water down and went back to entertaining the pretty couple a few seats over. Zhou Mi didn’t mind, too focused on Kyuhyun.
“You’ve gotten a lot better.”
Kyuhyun side eyed him and raised an eyebrow once he put the water down. “Huh?”
“Singing. You’ve gotten a lot better.”
Kyuhyun blinked, as if he hadn’t been expecting the compliment. “Oh. Thanks.” He turned, hiding his blush and Zhou Mi smiled, reaching over to turn his head. He was going to kiss him, and compliment him some more.
“Mimi?”
His hand froze.
Kyuhyun’s head snapped around and he frowned. Zhou Mi didn’t want to turn, and he took a deep breath once a hand settled on his shoulder.
“Mimi?”
He turned. “Sungmin.”
He was smiling faintly, still wearing his jacket. He must have just come in. “Hey. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Zhou Mi shifted in his chair and he didn’t want to look at either of them. “I’ve been busy.”
“I’ll say,” Sungmin said lightly, but Zhou Mi could hear the underlying emotion. Kyuhyun snorted but didn’t say anything. Zhou Mi was grateful. “I guess, you’re here to see Kyuhyun?”
Zhou Mi nodded, taking his excuse to look at Kyuhyun and run with it. “His voice has been bothering him. The concert is coming up so I wanted to make sure he wasn’t straining it at work.”
Sungmin hummed and his hands creeped a bit closer to Zhou Mi’s neck. “Would you mind if you and I spoke alone?” Zhou Mi turned his head and Sungmin looked sheepish. “A bit of adult talk if you will?” He wasn’t talking to Zhou Mi, but to Kyuhyun.
His eyes flashed and he pushed his glass down. “Sure. I have to get back on stage anyway.” His voice was steel and hurt. Zhou Mi wanted to reach for him, and comfort him.
He turned to tell Sungmin that he couldn’t talk right now, that he was really drunk, but Sungmin was smiling faintly, and Kyuhyun was getting up.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, alright Mi?” Kyuhyun said and Zhou Mi turned to him just in time for Kyuhyun to wrap his arms around his shoulders. “Don’t worry about your tab. I’ll cover it.” He stood there for a moment, hugging Zhou Mi in front of Sungmin. “Thanks for everything.” Kyuhyun pulled away and patted Zhou Mi’s cheek softly.
“Yeah. You’re welcome,” Zhou Mi said dumbly, and he watched as Kyuhyun walked away. Shiyuan was giving him a curious glance from the end of the bar but he didn’t say anything as Kyuhyun passed him and leaned over to say something. He nodded, gave Zhou Mi another look and went back to organizing the alcohol.
Zhou Mi turned to Sungmin. “Hi.”
“Hey. I uh. Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to interrupt your evening.” Sungmin looked down and then back up. “I didn’t even expect to see you here. I just wanted some food, and a good drink. But I saw you, and I just thought, we haven’t seen one another in awhile, maybe we could talk.”
“Sure. Of course,” Zhou Mi said, because he didn’t have Kyuhyun beside him anymore. Because Kyuhyun had walked away, and he didn’t like that. He liked Kyuhyun beside him. “Here? Or would you prefer to?”
“Want to go back to my place?”
Zhou Mi blinked. He focused on not looking at where Kyuhyun was standing on stage, singing. He nodded though, not wanting to vocalize it. Sungmin held out his hand and Zhou Mi didn’t want this to be anymore awkward than it already was, so he took it, and let Sungmin walk him out of the bar.
It was awkward though, the whole way back to his apartment. Sungmin kept playing with his fingers, and they didn’t say a single thing to one another. Zhou Mi felt his cell go off: a text message. He didn’t dare check it though.
Once they got off the subway, and were inside his apartment Sungmin shut the door, and Zhou Mi swallowed. He didn’t want to look around, and his cell phone felt heavy in his pants’ pocket. He just wanted to go home. When Sungmin turned around, and he was taking his time, moving slowly, he was smiling shyly. He took off his jacket, and hung it up.
“You need to take off your shoes, please.”
Zhou Mi looked down and cursed softly, heading back to the door. He didn’t want to. Sungmin was by the door. He didn’t want to be close to him. He toed off his shoes and shut his eyes as Sungmin wrapped his hand around his bicep, holding him there.
“I do mean it, when I say I’ve missed you,” Sungmin whispered, his other hand turning Zhou Mi’s face.
He kept his eyes shut as Sungmin kissed him, and he didn’t open his mouth. He refused to let Sungmin make it deeper. His stomach was tightly clenched and he felt like he was going to be sick. Sungmin finally seemed to get the hint and he pulled away.
He stepped back, letting go of Zhou Mi’s wrist. When Zhou Mi finally opened his eyes, the face he saw Sungmin wearing broke his heart. He looked hurt, and betrayed, and completely lost.
“Mimi. Are we okay?”
He swallowed again, and wiped his hands on the front of his pants. “Yes?”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not?”
Sungmin let out a sigh and walked away, taking a few steps until he was in the kitchen. He covered his mouth and then took his hand away. Zhou Mi watched him pace, from the stove to the wall, opening his mouth and then closing it. Finally he stopped and turned.
“Why does it feel like you are though?”
“I,” Zhou Mi paused. “I don’t know?”
“You never want to hang out anymore. You never want to talk. You never want to do anything.”
“I’ve been busy. You’ve been busy.”
“No I haven’t. We’re done touring! We’re done doing concerts! I’ve just been here, and working odd jobs!” He flung his arms out to show off his apartment. Zhou Mi blinked and tried to see what he was supposed to be looking at. “No music stand Mimi. No guitars. Hell not even a stray music sheet! They are all at Jungmo’s. We’re taking a break and I’ve been trying to tell you that since the middle of last month.” He let out a laugh. “I thought we could do something, since you have the summer coming up.” He didn’t pause long enough for Zhou Mi to try to butt in. “But now I’m not even sure if you want to.”
No. I really don’t. “I do. Of course I do.” Zhou Mi took a step forward, intent on wrapping his arms around Sungmin. He needed to keep up the lie just a bit longer.
Sungmin wouldn’t let him. “There you are, lying again.” Zhou Mi’s arms dropped and he opened his mouth to try and defend himself. “Do you even love me?”
Zhou Mi stopped. He took a step back. His heart was pounding a million miles a minute, and his breathing had picked up. Of course he didn’t. That was so easy. But he couldn’t say it. He couldn’t just tell Sungmin the truth. The whole point of this was so that he didn’t get hurt.
He looked at Sungmin, standing there, completely deflated.
“I don’t know.”
Sungmin let out a hollow laugh and he turned around, walked a few steps and then turned back. “Was it something I did? I don’t think so, but I mean, it could have happened.”
“No. No it’s nothing you did Sungmin, I swear.” Zhou Mi moved forward, trying to reach him. He wanted to save this friendship. He hated break ups, and he hated losing people. He hated hurting people.
Sungmin stepped away. “Don’t touch me!” He covered his face for a moment, and Zhou Mi listened to him take in a deep breath. “Do you even still want to be with me Zhou Mi? Is that what this last, god, the last month has been about?”
Zhou Mi swallowed. He steadied himself. “I want you to be my friend Sungmin.” He thought he sounded happy enough, cheerful enough, not doomsday-ish enough.
Sungmin didn’t say anything. He turned around, and Zhou Mi could see his whole body shaking for a moment.
“I knew it. I just didn’t want to believe it.” He turned around and let out a laugh. “When were you going to tell me?”
“I-“
“Were you gonna do it tonight? Or, were you going to wait? Were you going to climb into bed with me? Fuck me, again? If I hadn’t brought it up? If I had been cheerful, and happy, and pretended nothing was fucking wrong? Would you have just kept your mouth shut and let me make an ass out of myself?”
“No of course not. I was going to-“
“Cause I had thought about it. I thought, hey maybe he’s really busy. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. Maybe if I don’t say anything, and just let it be, we’ll be fine. But I mean, it’s not like it’s the first time. You don’t know how many times this has happened so I mean, I should’ve known. But I was really hoping I was wrong about you.”
“Sungmin I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“No one ever wants to hurt anyone! But they do! And you did!” He was screaming and Zhou Mi thought he was going to turn around and throw something. Or hit him. Or something.
“Sungmin-“
“No! I don’t want to fucking hear it! I just can’t believe I was so stupid! You sure have people fooled with that face of yours. Ryeowook and Jongwoon, and everyone kept telling me it was okay, and that you were busy. That I’m such a great catch, and that no one would be stupid enough to treat me like this, but all of them are wrong!”
“Sungmin-“
“So what’s your excuse?! What is it?! I really, really want to hear it! It better be good.” The screaming had dropped off to an eerie calm as Sungmin stared at him.
Zhou Mi stood there. “I’m not sure?”
“Oh. Great. So you’re just like everyone else?”
“No.”
“Then what was it? Did you get bored? Realize I was a one trick pony or something?”
“Sungmin would you let me talk?”
“No! You don’t get to talk! You didn’t want to talk all this time! You kept ignoring me, and brushing me aside, when all I wanted was to be with you, so you don’t get a chance to talk now!”
“Do you want me to leave?”
Sungmin stopped himself from saying whatever he was about to say and pulled back into himself. “Is that it? You don’t even want to fight to make this better?”
Zhou Mi sighed and rubbed his temple. He never got it right. “No. I just wanted to be friends.”
“I don’t think we’ll ever be friends when you can’t talk to me.”
“Sungmin.”
“Yeah leave. Fine.”
Zhou Mi waited a moment, standing there, unsure if Sungmin really meant it or not, but Sungmin kept staring at him. He took a step back, and then another, slowly putting on his shoes. At the door her turned around. Sungmin was still watching him.
“Sungmin. I don’t want it to end like this.”
“You see Zhou Mi. There’s a problem with that sentence. You should be telling me you don’t want it to end.”
“I don’t want to lie to you.”
“Anymore.”
Zhou Mi swallowed. “Anymore,” he said in agreement.
Sungmin’s shoulders drooped and he collapsed back onto his bed. “Get out.” He covered his eyes, and his body shook.
Zhou Mi wanted to go and comfort him, but his phone buzzed against his thigh and he took a deep breath instead.
“I did like you.”
“Fuck you,” Sungmin said quietly, voice cracking around the curse word.
Zhou Mi stepped outside and shut the door. After a few steps he heard something thud against the door. Sungmin had probably thrown something. He wanted to go back inside, but there was no point. No friendship could be salvaged right now.
He took his phone out and read the text once he was outside Sungmin’s apartment building.
Have fun with the boyfriend.
Zhou Mi let out a soft laugh at the irony of Kyuhyun’s text.
What boyfriend? There’s only you.
Kyuhyun texted him back by the time he got to the metro station.
The mistress-whore then.
Don’t have that either. It’s only you. I’m on my way home. We’ll talk tomorrow.
All he got in reply was three dots.
TBC
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Qmi
Rating: +17
Summary: AU Kyuhyun is part of Zhou Mi's new high school class. Zhou Mi has been sleeping with him for two months. This is all very awkward.
Notes: For umberela. I can see the end~ I'm thinking it'll be 10 or 11 chapters (but I'm putting 10 because I'm optimistic for the end XD)
Over at helpthesouth I've put an offer for ONE 5,000 word fanfic of your choosing. Thread is here.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Kyuhyun texted him bright and early, saying that Changmin was stopping by before their first class with him. Zhou Mi wasn’t sure how he felt about this, but he sent back a smiley face. He got into school extra early, and a part of him kept asking himself why he was doing this. It could only go two ways. Either Changmin went completely ballistic and went running down the hallway, screaming at the top of his lungs that they were together. Or it would just be completely anti-climatic.
Rationally Zhou Mi knew that it was going to be anti-climatic. It had to be. Because Kyuhyun wouldn’t have agreed otherwise. He would have spun some bullshit and tricked Changmin into forgetting their whole conversation last night.
Still. When the door to his room opened and Kyuhyun walked in, followed by Changmin, Zhou Mi’s heart stopped momentarily.
“Morning Mr. Joo.”
Zhou Mi wondered if he’d stay this polite once he knew the truth. Henry could barely keep a straight face sometimes. It was getting awful during class. “Good morning. How can I help you two?”
Changmin glanced at Kyuhyun, and then looked back at Zhou Mi. “I don’t really know.”
Zhou Mi looked at Kyuhyun, who just sighed. “Changmin, meet my boyfriend, Zhou Mi. Zhou Mi, this is my dumbass best friend. He’s the reason I’m currently grounded until the end of the semester.”
Zhou Mi couldn’t stop the wince because knowing that Kyuhyun couldn’t come over hurt. They’d had a good week and a half of pure bliss but it seemed like that would have to stop.
“Wait. You’re dating him? I thought you were joking!”
“Obviously I wasn’t. So now that you know, will you please cover for me whenever my mom asks where I am and you don’t know?”
Changmin nodded but he kept looking at Zhou Mi like he was suddenly seeing him in a new light. “Wow. So, do only I know?”
“Henry knows,” Zhou Mi said, because he felt he should say something to show he was in some sort of control. “And I think it goes without saying that we want you to not mention it to anyone.”
Changmin laughed. “What do you expect me to do? Scream it out in the hallway?”
Kyuhyun just looked blankly at Changmin. “Yes.”
Changmin waved his hand and approached Zhou Mi’s desk with a big grin. “I would never do that to you. However, I expect top marks in all the classes I take with you until I graduate, and glowing recommendations for everything I ask of you.” He kept grinning, even as Zhou Mi looked at him in horror, not expecting that.
Kyuhyun punched him in the shoulder. “Don’t blackmail him. And Mimi, please don’t listen to him. Like I said, he’s a dumbass.”
Zhou Mi laughed as Changmin’s face fell, and he started to loudly protest that fact. It continued until the bell rang for first period and the two of them had to go. Changmin left with barely a wave, and a part of Zhou Mi was glad that that hadn’t changed. Kyuhyun kissing him, on the other hand, was a good thing, and he was glad that had changed.
“I’ll be right back,” Kyuhyun said with a smile, putting his bag down on Zhou Mi’s desk.
Zhou Mi balked, scrambling to follow after Kyuhyun and ask him what he meant by that. He stopped him at the door.
“Wait! What?”
Kyuhyun blinked and looked at where Zhou Mi was gripping his arm. “I’m going to class.”
“Oh, okay.”
“To tell my teacher you need me.”
“Wait, what? Why?!” His voice got shrill and Kyuhyun just looked patiently at him.
“I’m grounded.”
“Yes?”
“So I can’t see you, and my mom isn’t going to let me stay after anymore unless I’m working with Yoochun and Gahee on our concert piece. And during lunch, Changmin and Henry are here, so we won’t get to spend any time together until the summer.”
“I am aware. And it sucks, but that doesn’t mean you can skip class!”
“I’m not going to do it all the time.” Kyuhyun let out a sigh. “I just want to spend time with you.”
“And you can.”
“So let me go tell my teacher you need me.”
“But you can’t do that.”
“But I am.”
“No.”
“Zhou Mi,” Kyuhyun let out a sigh. “It’s just literature.”
“Literature is an important topic.”
“I had it yesterday.”
“You need to attend all your classes.”
“And I do. But today, you need me to help me with some extra work. Right?” He drew out the word with a smile. A sinister, evil smile that had no right looking cute and innocent on his face, Zhou Mi thought.
“No?”
Kyuhyun smirked and wiggled his hand out Zhou Mi’s grip. He poked him in the chest with a smile and leaned up to kiss him again. “Thought so. I’ll be back. If Mr. Jung calls make sure to tell him you need to help me work on concert stuff!”
The door shut in Zhou Mi’s face and he sighed. He couldn't help himself. He wanted to see Kyuhyun, and as much as he liked Henry and Changmin, he wanted to see Kyuhyun alone. They didn’t even have to do anything, just be together.
And this time, when Kyuhyun came back and settled down on his desk, they didn’t do anything. They just talked, and Kyuhyun poked fun at a few of the kids in his class. They laughed about the latest drama they had started watching, and both of them went quiet when they realized they wouldn’t be able to keep watching it together. Neither said anything about it. And Zhou Mi didn’t mention the text message he had sent last night.
He was too embarrassed.
Zhou Mi hated May.
It was the worst month ever.
Nothing good came from it.
That’s what he had decided towards the end of the month, having spent the entire time alone. Sure Kyuhyun and he had lunch together, and once a week, without fail Kyuhyun would skip his first class to come down and be with Zhou Mi alone. And yes, they talked at night, after Kyuhyun’s shift, and it was nice just talking. It was like they were taking it slow.
Even if Kyuhyun whined and bitched most of the time. Honestly, that was nice to hear too.
But it was getting lonely at night. Ryeowook never came home, and now that June was almost here, and the concert was right around the corner, along with finals, Kyuhyun was too tired most nights to do much more than grunt in response to everything Zhou Mi said, and fall asleep snoring on the phone. And Henry and Changmin didn’t even come to practice after school anymore because they had other things to do, now that Kyuhyun wasn’t there.
Henry had said it wasn’t anything personal, and Zhou Mi believed him. Henry had improved, and didn’t need constant help. And Changmin didn’t need help in general, and even if he did, Zhou Mi wasn’t sure he would give it. He didn’t want to be arrested for strangling Kyuhyun’s best friend because he said one too many wise cracks.
No one else was coming for help yet. It wasn’t that time of the year yet. By mid-June people would be rushing for him, trying to make sure they had their final pieces ready in time for their presentations, but right now it was just dead.
Zhou Mi was bored. And lonely.
He still ignored every phone call Sungmin gave him, and didn’t return a text with more than a few words. He just didn’t know what to say to him. And sure, it was unfair, but he selfish, and still had faith that a friendship could come out of it.
Some nights, after Kyuhyun had fallen asleep on the phone, he would stare at the phone and debate calling Sungmin back, and asking to meet. Not for anything. Just company. Someone to talk to.
He never did though. He wouldn’t do that to Kyuhyun, and he wouldn’t do that to Sungmin.
“We are idiots,” Zhou Mi announced, putting down his chopsticks and pushing back his chair.
Kyuhyun looked up from his own meal and paused, wiping his chin before speaking. “We? The only idiots I see are tweedle-dumb and tweedle-dumbass behind us.”
Zhou Mi didn’t even flick his eyes to Henry and Changmin. They had broken into the music closet, found the broken stands, and were now using the poles as swords, leaping from chair to chair in a mock duel. Because clearly the ground was too dull to swing metal sticks at one another.
Zhou Mi was going to let Darwin sort this one out.
“I heard that!” Changmin called, thwacking his pole down and missing Henry’s shoulder. Henry laughed as he jumped to the next chair, barely keeping his balance, his arms swinging wildly.
“You’re still allowed to work right?”
Kyuhyun nodded. “Yeah. Granted, now my parents know where I work, but they are both too busy to come stop by too much.”
“Why don’t I come watch you work?”
“Kinky!” Changmin called again and Kyuhyun turned around, throwing one of his notebooks in his general direction.
He laughed, and dodged it easily, going right into Henry’s pole. He cursed as it caught his arm.
“Serves you right,” Kyuhyun muttered as he turned around. Changmin and Henry still didn’t know where he worked, and so Changmin had taken it upon himself to make up the most outlandish stories he could think of. Today’s idea, he had announced to Zhou Mi after class, was that Kyuhyun was a cross dressing stripper.
“So? What do you think?”
Kyuhyun hid his pleased grin behind another bite of food. “Thought you’d never figure that out.”
Zhou Mi balked and laughed, reaching across his desk to shove Kyuhyun lightly. “No you weren’t. You hadn’t thought of it either!”
Kyuhyun rubbed his shoulder, smiling. “Okay, no. I hadn’t. But neither had you!”
Zhou Mi smiled and pulled Kyuhyun towards him, kissing him softly. Changmin and Henry both made retching sounds, and Henry made another quip about therapy, his fallback whenever he saw the two of them engage in displays of affection.
Zhou Mi was blushing just a bit when he pulled back, but he didn’t regret it. He never regretted kissing Kyuhyun. “So is it a date?”
Kyuhyun was grinning and he nodded. “Pick me up after rehearsal. Should be over at five-thirty. You can even come and watch Yoochun and Gahee yell at each other for the first thirty minutes like normal.”
Zhou Mi winced a little, but decided it might be for the best to make sure that Kyuhyun’s partners didn’t kill one another. “I thought they got along.”
“They did,” Henry said.
“That is until they broke up,” Changmin finished for him, and Zhou Mi watched as he tried to make an impossible jump to reach a chair. He missed and landed in a painful looking spilt. Zhou Mi winced in sympathy. Henry’s pole hit the back of Changmin’s calf and he cried out, trying to pull his legs back together to make his groin muscles feel better.
Kyuhyun let out a sigh and went back to eating, while Zhou Mi got up to see if he needed to go to the nurse.
They held hands as they walked to Kyuhyun’s work. It wasn’t weird for Zhou Mi anymore because he had missed it too much. They’d need to fix this during the summer. Hopefully Kyuhyun’s parents didn’t try to occupy his time and let him leave the house.
Zhou Mi took his normal seat at the bar as Kyuhyun went to change, nodding to the bartender, who just shook his head and came over after finishing filling the ladies at the end of the bars order.
“Regular?” Zhou Mi nodded. “And open a tab?” Again he nodded. The bartender laughed. “Figure you’re going to be here awhile.”
“It’s been awhile.”
“I’ve noticed.” He poured Zhou Mi’s drink over ice. “If it weren’t for the fact that he’s still smiling, I’d have thought you two broke up.”
Zhou Mi shook his head. “Nope. We’re still together. Our schedules are just,” he made a gesture with his hand. “You know how it goes.”
The bartender shrugged. “You know how to get me if you need me.” Zhou Mi raised his glass to show he knew and the bartender laughed. “Or you know, call my name. Whichever works.”
“Don’t know your name.”
He shrugged again. “Don’t know yours either honestly. Just call you the older gentleman whenever I talk with Kyuhyun.” He reached his hand across the table. “Shiyuan.”
Zhou Mi’s eyes went wide for a moment. “Oh! Chinese!” The man smiled all dimples and nodded. He clasped their hands together. “Zhou Mi.”
Shiyuan nodded and then went to the trio that had taken a seat at the other end of the table. Zhou Mi turned around to look at the stage as the piano music started up, and he saw Kyuhyun get up onto stage. It wasn’t the perfect way to spend an evening, but it was better than sitting home alone.
He was finishing his second drink by the time Kyuhyun’s first break came up, and he could come down to the bar. He slid onto the stool next to Zhou Mi and took the water Shiyuan had for him with a smile.
“Thanks.”
Shiyuan gave a salute with two of his fingers and went back to cleaning glasses.
Kyuhyun turned to Zhou Mi, hand resting on his kneecap. “How are enjoying the evening.”
“I’m having an okay time.”
Kyuhyun leaned forward, resting his head against Zhou Mi’s shoulder. “You’re going to have to start bringing me that tea again. I think my voice is getting overused.”
Zhou Mi frowned, and reached up, rubbing his fingers along Kyuhyun’s neck, feeling for any swelling. “I don’t feel anything yet.”
Kyuhyun let out a little moan and Zhou Mi took his hands away with a sigh. “This was not a massage. Are you really okay?”
Kyuhyun nodded, grabbing his hands and putting them back where they were, rubbing his neck in small circles. “I should be. I’m just being cautious.”
“Well that’s new.”
“First time for everything.”
Zhou Mi smiled and took his fingers away. Kyuhyun let him and went back to sipping his water. “I’ll bring you the tea though.”
“Thanks.”
They sat in silence for a couple moments, soaking in the silence. Zhou Mi’s glass was almost empty when Kyuhyun leaned over. “I’m going to have to go back on stage soon.”
Zhou Mi nodded, dropping his hand to Kyuhyun’s thigh and squeezing. “Then just a few more hours and I’ll take you home.”
Kyuhyun grinned, wrapping his arm around Zhou Mi’s waist. “Yup. And during my next break, maybe we can spend it in the backroom.”
“What is with you and this public sex fetish?” Zhou Mi asked, not trying to remove Kyuhyun’s hands just yet.
“It’s your fault. I didn’t have it until you came along.” Kyuhyun shot him a dirty smirk as he pulled away.
He grabbed Kyuhyun’s bicep and held him there. “You didn’t have anyone until I came along.”
Kyuhyun continued to smirk, and pressed a kiss to Zhou Mi’s cheek, and then on his jaw line, even with Shiyuan side eyeing them. Zhou Mi blushed and nudged his glass forward, asking for a refill. Shiyuan did as he was asked and Zhou Mi was glad he didn’t ask questions. He wasn’t sure he would be able to handle them.
He didn’t have a third drink, because he wanted to enjoy Kyuhyun’s company on his second break, and if he decided to drag him to the backroom, he wanted to be sober enough to know what he was doing. So he was nursing a water when Kyuhyun came down for his next break, smiling widely. Shiyuan didn’t say anything, just put Kyuhyun’s water down and went back to entertaining the pretty couple a few seats over. Zhou Mi didn’t mind, too focused on Kyuhyun.
“You’ve gotten a lot better.”
Kyuhyun side eyed him and raised an eyebrow once he put the water down. “Huh?”
“Singing. You’ve gotten a lot better.”
Kyuhyun blinked, as if he hadn’t been expecting the compliment. “Oh. Thanks.” He turned, hiding his blush and Zhou Mi smiled, reaching over to turn his head. He was going to kiss him, and compliment him some more.
“Mimi?”
His hand froze.
Kyuhyun’s head snapped around and he frowned. Zhou Mi didn’t want to turn, and he took a deep breath once a hand settled on his shoulder.
“Mimi?”
He turned. “Sungmin.”
He was smiling faintly, still wearing his jacket. He must have just come in. “Hey. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Zhou Mi shifted in his chair and he didn’t want to look at either of them. “I’ve been busy.”
“I’ll say,” Sungmin said lightly, but Zhou Mi could hear the underlying emotion. Kyuhyun snorted but didn’t say anything. Zhou Mi was grateful. “I guess, you’re here to see Kyuhyun?”
Zhou Mi nodded, taking his excuse to look at Kyuhyun and run with it. “His voice has been bothering him. The concert is coming up so I wanted to make sure he wasn’t straining it at work.”
Sungmin hummed and his hands creeped a bit closer to Zhou Mi’s neck. “Would you mind if you and I spoke alone?” Zhou Mi turned his head and Sungmin looked sheepish. “A bit of adult talk if you will?” He wasn’t talking to Zhou Mi, but to Kyuhyun.
His eyes flashed and he pushed his glass down. “Sure. I have to get back on stage anyway.” His voice was steel and hurt. Zhou Mi wanted to reach for him, and comfort him.
He turned to tell Sungmin that he couldn’t talk right now, that he was really drunk, but Sungmin was smiling faintly, and Kyuhyun was getting up.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, alright Mi?” Kyuhyun said and Zhou Mi turned to him just in time for Kyuhyun to wrap his arms around his shoulders. “Don’t worry about your tab. I’ll cover it.” He stood there for a moment, hugging Zhou Mi in front of Sungmin. “Thanks for everything.” Kyuhyun pulled away and patted Zhou Mi’s cheek softly.
“Yeah. You’re welcome,” Zhou Mi said dumbly, and he watched as Kyuhyun walked away. Shiyuan was giving him a curious glance from the end of the bar but he didn’t say anything as Kyuhyun passed him and leaned over to say something. He nodded, gave Zhou Mi another look and went back to organizing the alcohol.
Zhou Mi turned to Sungmin. “Hi.”
“Hey. I uh. Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to interrupt your evening.” Sungmin looked down and then back up. “I didn’t even expect to see you here. I just wanted some food, and a good drink. But I saw you, and I just thought, we haven’t seen one another in awhile, maybe we could talk.”
“Sure. Of course,” Zhou Mi said, because he didn’t have Kyuhyun beside him anymore. Because Kyuhyun had walked away, and he didn’t like that. He liked Kyuhyun beside him. “Here? Or would you prefer to?”
“Want to go back to my place?”
Zhou Mi blinked. He focused on not looking at where Kyuhyun was standing on stage, singing. He nodded though, not wanting to vocalize it. Sungmin held out his hand and Zhou Mi didn’t want this to be anymore awkward than it already was, so he took it, and let Sungmin walk him out of the bar.
It was awkward though, the whole way back to his apartment. Sungmin kept playing with his fingers, and they didn’t say a single thing to one another. Zhou Mi felt his cell go off: a text message. He didn’t dare check it though.
Once they got off the subway, and were inside his apartment Sungmin shut the door, and Zhou Mi swallowed. He didn’t want to look around, and his cell phone felt heavy in his pants’ pocket. He just wanted to go home. When Sungmin turned around, and he was taking his time, moving slowly, he was smiling shyly. He took off his jacket, and hung it up.
“You need to take off your shoes, please.”
Zhou Mi looked down and cursed softly, heading back to the door. He didn’t want to. Sungmin was by the door. He didn’t want to be close to him. He toed off his shoes and shut his eyes as Sungmin wrapped his hand around his bicep, holding him there.
“I do mean it, when I say I’ve missed you,” Sungmin whispered, his other hand turning Zhou Mi’s face.
He kept his eyes shut as Sungmin kissed him, and he didn’t open his mouth. He refused to let Sungmin make it deeper. His stomach was tightly clenched and he felt like he was going to be sick. Sungmin finally seemed to get the hint and he pulled away.
He stepped back, letting go of Zhou Mi’s wrist. When Zhou Mi finally opened his eyes, the face he saw Sungmin wearing broke his heart. He looked hurt, and betrayed, and completely lost.
“Mimi. Are we okay?”
He swallowed again, and wiped his hands on the front of his pants. “Yes?”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not?”
Sungmin let out a sigh and walked away, taking a few steps until he was in the kitchen. He covered his mouth and then took his hand away. Zhou Mi watched him pace, from the stove to the wall, opening his mouth and then closing it. Finally he stopped and turned.
“Why does it feel like you are though?”
“I,” Zhou Mi paused. “I don’t know?”
“You never want to hang out anymore. You never want to talk. You never want to do anything.”
“I’ve been busy. You’ve been busy.”
“No I haven’t. We’re done touring! We’re done doing concerts! I’ve just been here, and working odd jobs!” He flung his arms out to show off his apartment. Zhou Mi blinked and tried to see what he was supposed to be looking at. “No music stand Mimi. No guitars. Hell not even a stray music sheet! They are all at Jungmo’s. We’re taking a break and I’ve been trying to tell you that since the middle of last month.” He let out a laugh. “I thought we could do something, since you have the summer coming up.” He didn’t pause long enough for Zhou Mi to try to butt in. “But now I’m not even sure if you want to.”
No. I really don’t. “I do. Of course I do.” Zhou Mi took a step forward, intent on wrapping his arms around Sungmin. He needed to keep up the lie just a bit longer.
Sungmin wouldn’t let him. “There you are, lying again.” Zhou Mi’s arms dropped and he opened his mouth to try and defend himself. “Do you even love me?”
Zhou Mi stopped. He took a step back. His heart was pounding a million miles a minute, and his breathing had picked up. Of course he didn’t. That was so easy. But he couldn’t say it. He couldn’t just tell Sungmin the truth. The whole point of this was so that he didn’t get hurt.
He looked at Sungmin, standing there, completely deflated.
“I don’t know.”
Sungmin let out a hollow laugh and he turned around, walked a few steps and then turned back. “Was it something I did? I don’t think so, but I mean, it could have happened.”
“No. No it’s nothing you did Sungmin, I swear.” Zhou Mi moved forward, trying to reach him. He wanted to save this friendship. He hated break ups, and he hated losing people. He hated hurting people.
Sungmin stepped away. “Don’t touch me!” He covered his face for a moment, and Zhou Mi listened to him take in a deep breath. “Do you even still want to be with me Zhou Mi? Is that what this last, god, the last month has been about?”
Zhou Mi swallowed. He steadied himself. “I want you to be my friend Sungmin.” He thought he sounded happy enough, cheerful enough, not doomsday-ish enough.
Sungmin didn’t say anything. He turned around, and Zhou Mi could see his whole body shaking for a moment.
“I knew it. I just didn’t want to believe it.” He turned around and let out a laugh. “When were you going to tell me?”
“I-“
“Were you gonna do it tonight? Or, were you going to wait? Were you going to climb into bed with me? Fuck me, again? If I hadn’t brought it up? If I had been cheerful, and happy, and pretended nothing was fucking wrong? Would you have just kept your mouth shut and let me make an ass out of myself?”
“No of course not. I was going to-“
“Cause I had thought about it. I thought, hey maybe he’s really busy. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. Maybe if I don’t say anything, and just let it be, we’ll be fine. But I mean, it’s not like it’s the first time. You don’t know how many times this has happened so I mean, I should’ve known. But I was really hoping I was wrong about you.”
“Sungmin I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“No one ever wants to hurt anyone! But they do! And you did!” He was screaming and Zhou Mi thought he was going to turn around and throw something. Or hit him. Or something.
“Sungmin-“
“No! I don’t want to fucking hear it! I just can’t believe I was so stupid! You sure have people fooled with that face of yours. Ryeowook and Jongwoon, and everyone kept telling me it was okay, and that you were busy. That I’m such a great catch, and that no one would be stupid enough to treat me like this, but all of them are wrong!”
“Sungmin-“
“So what’s your excuse?! What is it?! I really, really want to hear it! It better be good.” The screaming had dropped off to an eerie calm as Sungmin stared at him.
Zhou Mi stood there. “I’m not sure?”
“Oh. Great. So you’re just like everyone else?”
“No.”
“Then what was it? Did you get bored? Realize I was a one trick pony or something?”
“Sungmin would you let me talk?”
“No! You don’t get to talk! You didn’t want to talk all this time! You kept ignoring me, and brushing me aside, when all I wanted was to be with you, so you don’t get a chance to talk now!”
“Do you want me to leave?”
Sungmin stopped himself from saying whatever he was about to say and pulled back into himself. “Is that it? You don’t even want to fight to make this better?”
Zhou Mi sighed and rubbed his temple. He never got it right. “No. I just wanted to be friends.”
“I don’t think we’ll ever be friends when you can’t talk to me.”
“Sungmin.”
“Yeah leave. Fine.”
Zhou Mi waited a moment, standing there, unsure if Sungmin really meant it or not, but Sungmin kept staring at him. He took a step back, and then another, slowly putting on his shoes. At the door her turned around. Sungmin was still watching him.
“Sungmin. I don’t want it to end like this.”
“You see Zhou Mi. There’s a problem with that sentence. You should be telling me you don’t want it to end.”
“I don’t want to lie to you.”
“Anymore.”
Zhou Mi swallowed. “Anymore,” he said in agreement.
Sungmin’s shoulders drooped and he collapsed back onto his bed. “Get out.” He covered his eyes, and his body shook.
Zhou Mi wanted to go and comfort him, but his phone buzzed against his thigh and he took a deep breath instead.
“I did like you.”
“Fuck you,” Sungmin said quietly, voice cracking around the curse word.
Zhou Mi stepped outside and shut the door. After a few steps he heard something thud against the door. Sungmin had probably thrown something. He wanted to go back inside, but there was no point. No friendship could be salvaged right now.
He took his phone out and read the text once he was outside Sungmin’s apartment building.
Have fun with the boyfriend.
Zhou Mi let out a soft laugh at the irony of Kyuhyun’s text.
What boyfriend? There’s only you.
Kyuhyun texted him back by the time he got to the metro station.
The mistress-whore then.
Don’t have that either. It’s only you. I’m on my way home. We’ll talk tomorrow.
All he got in reply was three dots.
TBC