[FIC] Where You Are, ONE-SHOT
Title: Where You Are
Pairing: QMi
Rating: PG-13 (for suggestiveness and the likes)
Genre: Drama, Romance, Fluff
Summary: Even amidst screaming crowds, dancing lights, pounding music and sheer adrenaline, Kyuhyun thinks of the man they left behind.
Prompted: Zhou Mi’s absence in SS3 Manila that I can’t seem to get over it. Huhuhuhu~ I wanted to see Miss Chic live and hear the fangasm dedicated for him. But, gah, noooooo. Zhou Miiiiii /SOBS I REALLY WANTED TO SEE HIM.
Bonus! Follow up story with NC-17 rating inside too.
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The cheers were loud enough, overwhelming, even through thick walls. He heard the yells and felt fortified with it.
Inside backstage was a familiar sight: production heads running to and fro, make-up artist doing touch-ups, the members doing last pep talks with each other before going up. Kyuhyun knew of the scenario, grew with it. It was the same with any other concerts, but not exactly. Something was amiss.
“What do you mean you’re not coming? What the hell is that?”
“Something’s wrong with my passport. Manager-hyung and management are doing something about it right now, I know. But, in any case, let’s hope for the best, okay?”
“No, I’m not okay with it.”
“Kui Xian…”
He was not disappointed with the fans’ enthusiasm. He was glad for it. And the members, with the way they were grinning ear to ear when he caught sight of them, were happy too. Kyuhyun felt and realized like he was where he truly belonged: on-stage, holding a microphone and singing his soul. His voice echoed through, strong, powerful with a touch of chocolatey velvet, and how he wished his voice would reach a distant country, cross borders, to a certain man at home.
For he was not the only who belonged on the stage. Zhou Mi was too.
“You’re upset, aren’t you? I should know because you’re not even playing your video games right now.”
“Who won’t when I’m the only one packing stuff and the other one isn’t? Get me that socks.”
“It’d be one day only. I’ll probably disappoint a few fans but I’ll try to make it up to them? Hopefully during SJM’s though.”
“You don’t have ‘a few fans.’ And fans are not the only one disappointed right now, just you know.”
“Yeah, Heechul-hyung and Henry are kinda wigging out too.”
“…You idiot.” There was pause. “You got me mismatched socks.”
He sang of Mandarin, a language he grew to love and place it to heart; a language that connected him to Zhou Mi. He performed this a few times before, the lyrics flowing out of him naturally and tonight he wanted nothing more than to discreetly pocket his cellphone, put it in call mode and let Zhou Mi hear the live feed of his solo and the screams of the fans that came with it.
No one would know about it anyway. Only just them two.
“No hugs? Not even a kiss? Are you that mad?”
No response.
A shift in bed, a creak from wood and a soft sigh.
“Tighter. Hug me tighter.”
“Kui Xian. I’m really sorry. When you guys come back, I’ll promise to cook something. You’d like that?”
“I’d rather you just lie down there, underneath me and let me.”
A shuddering breath, a hard swallow and two seeking hearts beat in sync.
“Okay. Okay.”
The concert finished within a span of three hours. The yelling still echoing, of the fans who didn’t want them to leave. It was heartwarming to know, to feel so loved by the people who accepted them. The gifts were concrete evidences of affection, piling up in one corner of the room and the members checking them out with glee.
He was still shaky, a bit wobbly of exhaustion but as any concert started and finished, this was only natural. Kyuhyun would sit on an empty chair, bask at the sight of staff saying congratulation’s and well done’s and the members stuffing themselves with food and laughing at their antics.
He took out his phone, pressed speed-dial and waited.
If there was a celebration, he’d share it to Zhou Mi no matter what. No matter how.
Hello Kui Xian~~~ It’d take it you’re all done?
“Yeah, we’re finished. Everyone’s practically on high right now. Heechul-hyung couldn’t even let go of his braided blonde wig.”
Hahaha~ I can imagine that. How was it?
“Pretty good. I got myself towels again. And some toys. The fans give interesting gifts every time. There’s even a pizza box.”
Mmmm. Pizza. Now I want Pizza myself! They were nice to Henry-ah?
“Very nice. I’m so glad for it too.”
Yeah, good to hear that too.
A pause. And a swallow.
“I wish you were here. I wish… you could see, could hear, could feel what we’re feeling right now. It isn’t the same without… the long-nosed one.”
Oh, Kui Xian.
“Wait for me. I’ll be back tomor-are you crying!?”
A barely-restrained sniffle.
Because you rarely say nice stuff on the phone! You’re all mushy! I can’t… I don’t even…
“What. I say nice stuff all the time! Crap, Ryeowook’s sneering at me. Gotta go, okay?
Okay, be safe. I’ll meet you guys at the airport.
“No, you wait at home. Because I want you where I can take you on easily.
Pervert. Horn dog. Are you saying that we can’t on the airport? Hahaha~
“Not when there are too many fans tailing us. Home is better, with us alone. See you, Zhou Mimi.”
Yeah, see you soon. I’ll be so, so ready for you.
Before he put away his phone and finally join the group for commemorative shots, a message came in.
Wo ai ni, Kui Xian.
- from the long-nosed one :^D
He smiled throughout the concert, his appreciation and gratitude showing. But the smile that he had on now was something deeper, something that warmed him that he could barely hide it. It was as if Zhou Mi’s magic were working on him, even through telecommunication airwaves.
Tonight, Zhou Mi was left behind. Tomorrow, he won’t be. And never again would Kyuhyun let him be anymore.
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A/N: SMUT INSERT down there. Just an attempt though. To actually compensate the missing steam in here. There’s actually one too many sexual tension going on the show, I swear. I sat the farthest back and I COULD SEE IT LIKE CLEARLY. But maybe that’s my fangirl delusions. Who knows?
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Bonus story:
Zhou Mi belatedly realized that Kyuhyun wasn’t kidding when he said about taking him on easily when they got back from Manila. It was late afternoon when they got back and all of them, even the staff, were staggering to balance the gifts and luggage on hands. One stylist offered to have a good round of Korean food and drinks and everyone literally dropped everything and ran to the vans.
“Kyuhyun, you ain’t coming?” Yesung hollered back, covering his disheveled hair under the beanie.
“Too tired. I’m skipping.” He waved a hand, “Tell them to get plowed without me.”
Zhou Mi declined as well, explaining that while everyone was out, he cooked a feast all by himself and ate like there was no tomorrow. He looked like he was ready to bleed out noodles. And dumplings.
He took this as a chance to properly greet Kyuhyun. He won’t do anything. Maybe just a hug or a kiss and let Kyuhyun rest. He could even prepare him a little early dinner, if Kyuhyun wanted.
But the plan did not come out to exactly what he thought. Zhou Mi wasn’t complaining when Kyuhyun grabbed him and pulled him to their dorms and literally flinging himself to him. Doors locked, no other soul aside from them.
“Naked. Bed. NOW.”
He breathed between heated kisses, effortlessly tugging his clothes off and Zhou Mi followed with equal haste. Tired was a lie, Zhou Mi thought smugly. Kyuhyun was far from being tired. The way he straddled Zhou Mi and dropped kisses everywhere, Zhou Mi could deduce that Kyuhyun was all up for it all night long.
“You missed me that much?” Zhou Mi laughed, running his palms on soft skin, shoulders, chest and waist, pulling Kyuhyun closer, their erections rubbing sweetly.
“I wouldn’t when Siwon and the EunHae weren’t announcing their gayness all over Philippines with their fanservices.” Kyuhyun rolled his hips, his hands on Zhou Mi’s neck and trailing down ever so slowly. “God, I wanted to that with you too. Tease the fans,” He thumbed one pink nub, hearing Zhou Mi gasp. “Be so close to you and touch you,” His face inched close to Zhou Mi, breathing out warm air. “And make you hot for hours in front of everyone who doesn’t know a single thing.”
Zhou Mi couldn’t help but smile at that but his expression changed to pleasure when Kyuhyun dived into tongue-kissing, lapping each other’s mouths and tongues and his hand on his shaft already, pumping him so slow.
“Kui Xian… You really thought of me.” Zhou Mi breathed, catching the soft lower lip and greedily sucked it, making Kyuhyun arched into him. He felt the warm pool on his stomach; Kyuhyun’s skillful hands working him whilst him sucking Kyuhyun’s lip and tongue. The sensation was driving him nuts and Zhou Mi was sure that Kyuhyun wasn’t far off the feeling either
He felt the pace quicken, rough hands squeezing his erection and pumping it haphazardly. It was as if Kyuhyun wanted him to release quickly, to pleasure him. To compensate the intimacy they missed for a day. Zhou Mi thought that maybe he should be absent more often. An aggressive Kui Xian was a sexy Kui Xian.
He hadn’t realized he said that out loud when Kyuhyun moaned above him. “Don’t even dare to be absent anymore. I don’t want you alone anymore.”
Zhou Mi glowed at that thought, felt flushed and couldn’t control himself man-handling Kyuhyun to be under him, Kyuhyun’s hand still on his throbbing erection. The pumping stopped, but the arousal didn’t and Zhou Mi kissed him fiercely, sloppily and replaced Kyuhyun’s hands with his, grabbed both of theirs and pumped together.
There was come leaking out of them both, trailing over the shaft and to Zhou Mi’s hand, making the slide even easier, even more erratic. Kyuhyun’s arms were around him, opening his mouth to eager tongue-swiping and lip-biting. Zhou Mi trailed down, his lips ghosting over neck and his tongue running unreserved on his skin and chest, swirling it hungrily on nipples left and right. Kyuhyun’s embrace tightened, his moans even more arousing, inviting, enticing.
“Mimi…”
Zhou Mi’s hand had come all over from their leaking ends, smeared at it so beautiful like treat. Kyuhyun sat upright with his shoulder back, watching Zhou Mi licking off his hand, his eyes on Kyuhyun and throat making sexy sounds.
“What are you trying to do?” Kyuhyun whispered, through lidded eyes but his gaze didn’t leave Zhou Mi whose to mouth had white all over.
“Making you hot for me?” Zhou Mi smirked, “I thought maybe you want to be hot without the audience.”
He looked like he was about to make an Oh Really? remark on that when Zhou Mi took his shaft on the mouth and ran a flat tongue on the head and followed by a tip of the tongue toying the slit. Kyuhyun dropped immediately on the bed, arching off so sexily and hand muffled the noises he made.
“Don’t. I want to hear it.” Zhou Mi said against his erection, tickling the hot skin, his watchful eyes on Kyuhyun who was thrashing on and above him. “Say my name, moan it out, and scream it. I want to hear the voice, the sound. Kui Xian…”
Zhou Mi swallowed even more, his cheeks hollowing and eyes closed. He concentrated humming, perhaps humming to Super Girl or Perfection as he mouthed Kyuhyun.
And vibration, the tingling feeling was rewarded with Kyuhyun’s whispery desperation, Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi. Please…
Bobbing his head up and down in rhythm with a wet mouth and come slowly trickling inside, he saw Kyuhyun parting his mouth breathing for air, the soundless gasp and Adam’s Apple moving, Zhou Mi took a short moment to marvel how he was the only one who could mess Kyuhyun like this. Beautiful, glistened in sweat, skin taut and tight and so, so sexy. It won’t be long now.
Rubbing his own erection with his free hand, Zhou Mi mouthed him still and tongue flicking to and fro, and the wave finally hit them both and Kyuhyun twitched and released hard with a cry, inside Zhou Mi’s willing mouth. The slurping sound felt good to hear; Zhou Mi swallowing and drinking him.
No sooner, Zhou Mi followed and staining his palm with his seed.
“Zhou Mi. Come up here.” Kyuhyun breathed wearily after, his hand towards Zhou Mi’s smiling and sweaty face.
He nuzzled against the neck, licking a spot with his come-smeared tongue and hugging Kyuhyun tightly. Their skin sliding smoothly, their bodies fitting perfectly like puzzle pieces. The air was warm, it smelt of sweat and sex and that was enough to lull them to sleep.
“I’m so glad your back.” Zhou Mi spoke, his grasp firm and kisses passionate.
Kyuhyun was too tired to reply but his fingers through Zhou Mi’s orange hair, body facing Zhou Mi’s and the small smile on his lips said he was too.
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A/N: WELL. HELLO THERE FIRST SMUT.
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