[FIC] With You, One-Shot
Title: With You
Pairing: QMi
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Fluff, Romance
Type: One-shot
Summary: It was fate the bought them together - literally bound together by a silver bracelet that seems to bring Kyuhyun bad luck unless he gives it back.
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It could have been any day, any time but not now. Please not now, not when Kyuhyun had an important business meeting to attend and he was running late. His alarm clock didn’t go off as it should and he had unfortunate moment with the elevator of his condominium. The building he was supposed to go to was a twenty-minute ride by the transit. During good hours, earlier. And he only had ten minutes on his time. Great.
Fuck this, he cursed as he punched his coins into the slot machine, got his electronic card, and ran frantically down the escalator to the platform. Just his luck, the area was packed with commuters too. If he’d squeeze himself amongst the people, he could just get inside and save travel time. He couldn’t really afford missing this. Meetings like these were rare on his side and he was sure Ryeowook made it possible despite it wasn’t his job to.
The doors closed; the train made beeping sounds and the ground shook a moment before starting to run.
Now this felt like he was a tuna in a canned and cramped container with people squished to every part of sides. At least he could still breathe and that his limbs were intact. He could survive this, Kyuhyun resolved. Just a little sacrifice. And he was only four stops away anyway.
As people started getting off each stop, he could finally move and was about to reach his pocket for his phone when he felt his wrist tugging something heavier.
All of sudden he couldn’t retrieve his hand back. His bracelet seemed to be stuck on something.
The hell is this, Kyuhyun jerked his wrist away, trying to pry his bracelet away only to have it jerked back in response. Seemed like someone had their bracelet stuck with his, much to Kyuhyun’s irritation. With the announcer speaking that his stop was nearing and then here, Kyuhyun yanked his stuck hand, his wrist coming to view and saw the mess of his bracelet with the stranger’s one all jumbled in chains and cords respectively. There was no to even chance to look at the owner; just him roughly shaking their wrists to let their accessories come undone.
But it didn’t.
And the beeping signal of the transit door was annoyingly loud, indicating it was closing. On Kyuhyun.
“Hey, hey! Wait!”
If Kyuhyun could haul himself out, even dragging the extra baggage he would. Oh, he would. But the extra baggage that was stuck with his hand was infuriatingly heavy (of course, what was he expecting? Light as feather?) The stranger was stubbornly not letting go.
And then the door closed before he realized that it did.
“No!!”
The scenery moved as it would in on a train and Kyuhyun watched in horror his stop going farther and farther away.
“I need to get down!” Kyuhyun almost yelled, yanking his hand back by any means necessary.
“Careful, careful.” The stranger said, a little worried, anxious but shrieked when Kyuhyun snapped the item into two’s with his frantic wrist wriggling. “My bracelet!”
He stared, a little speechless at the stranger picking up and fiddling with silver that seemed broken than he thought. Kyuhyun was startled; the stranger was looking at him next, upset evident across his face.
“You fix this!” The stranger said, shaking the bracelet right in front of his face. And Kyuhyun finally had a better look at this man’s face with flaming orange hair, noticeably taller than him, white-skinned with a nose. That nose. Kyuhyun almost pfft-ed. Which he did. “W-why you laughing?!”
The accent was distinctly not Korean. A foreigner, Kyuhyun thought and successfully ignoring the man for a good five second just to stare at those unique quirks of the eyes. Yes, definitely not Korean, not from around here.
Kyuhyun finally got out of staring stupor when he felt a finger poked his forehead, a few centimeters away from a growing pimple and the snarling man looking at him. “Well, are you going to fix this? You broke it! You fix it!”
Ah, yes. Which finally brought him back to the reality that, oh yeah, he just missed his stop and he had what, 5 minutes until his important meeting? Kyuhyun shot back. “Hey, I’m not the one who got it tangled it with mine. And it’s going to be your fault that I’m going to be late and lose good connections for the next four months.”
But the stranger was shaking his head; his hand founding Kyuhyun’s and placing the bracelet on his palm, insistent. Relentless. “No, no. You and your wriggly hand were at fault. Take responsibility.”
“I don’t care!” Kyuhyun flipped. He had important matters to take responsibility, oh, like phoning Ryeowook of his sudden absence because of this idiot and his bracelet.
But at the sight of the quivering lip and shockingly puppy eyes of the stranger looking at him had him pausing a while and letting the guilt hit him like you’re-the-bitchest-in-the-morning-Cho-Kyuhyun slap across his face. “I-mean,”
The frowning didn’t stop, only deepened beyond imagination. Big eyes, pouted lips, an air of upset from this pole had him sighing in resignation. Everyone was watching the apparent spectacle and he needed to do anything to stop looking like the bad guy in the train episode.
“Fine.”
“Great! Here!” It was given in no finesse, of eagerness that was obvious and the man was smiling next like he had forgiven Kyuhyun already. The bracelet was cold on his hand, a tinge of warmth from the previous hold and Kyuhyun looked at it incredulously. Was he actually fixing this? How the hell was he going to fix this?
The door’s beeping alarm had gone off again, signaling that it was about to open and let passengers alight or enter. He wasn’t thinking, not even aware. Just his legs moving without warning and sprinting out of the train, onto the platform and to the escalators and not looking behind.
He just left the stranger. He just left.
The stranger who stood aghast behind the door with mouth agape and bulging eyes. He must be furious, angry and saying all sorts of negative chants in different languages at Kyuhyun right about now, he gulped warily.
Well, that wasn’t nice.
Yes, it wasn’t, his conscience kicked him on the head good. Him leaving the stranger as his hand still gripped the broken bracelet. He took one last look, to check if he was being followed by an axe or something and found just him and the other passengers leaving the out of the transit area to hail a taxi.
At least he won’t be seeing the man again. What were the chances if there were a million people in Seoul? Kyuhyun let out a relief sigh at the thought of that.
But, no, he was still feeling awful. It gnawed him, honestly.
Zhou Mi, engraved on one flat metal surface of the bracelet he noticed. Zhou Mi, whose bracelet seemed to be so important for him to pester Kyuhyun to fix. Zhou Mi, a stranger Kyuhyun had decided on not seeing again to spare his life (in case he was a killer out to get Kyuhyun. Best be away and be safe instead. Which was stupid because Zhou Mi seemed nice).
“Zhou Mi…” Kyuhyun whispered, at the bracelet he was looking intently as he rode peacefully to work…
Only to find out that his business meeting was canceled because their partner had family matters to tend immediately. Ryeowook reported the moment he entered. And he actually messaged Kyuhyun about it too, not too long ago.
“Shit.” Kyuhyun dunked his head tiredly on a nearby table, the organizer of pens and notes one head above him clattering before falling onto him.
And so it began.
--
“Not again.” Kyuhyun stared appalled at the photocopy machine spitting out more copies than it was commanded to.
Four hours ago, the office coffee machine went hay-wired and spilt hot drink over the counter.
Only recently, the paper shredder actually didn’t start shredding and made remarkable patterns instead.
“Do we need machine replacements?” Ryeowook asked sadly, watching the photocopy machine going bonkers, shaking impressively and spitting out various papers. “And that’s recently bought too.”
Kyuhyun eased his one hand on the controls, pressing the Cancel button and the rattling stopped. He stared at the pile of papers on the floor and sighed.
This was not a good week for him so far. Both at work and at home when the lights inside his bathroom exploded and his laundry had been mixed with colored clothes and now he had crazy, psychedelic crisp shirt he was supposed to wear for the next meeting
It couldn’t get any worse, could it?
“Hey. That’s a pretty cool thing you got there.” Ryeowook pointed the item around Kyuhyun’s wrist. “You bought them? I didn’t know you were into silver, Kyu.”
“I-uh,” He didn’t know how to respond to that. And he belatedly wondered why he was wearing Zhou Mi’s bracelet too.
He had it fixed, mostly because of his guilty conscience nagging like a noisy, buzzing bee. And then wore it just to try it on. And then he had been wearing it for a week.
A week… he thought to himself as Ryeowook fondly played with the bracelet. The same time he had last seen the real owner of it (because he successfully avoided the transit and spent another one hour during travel than he normally did).
“Ah, no wonder it looks familiar. I’ve seen it before.” Ryeowook looked smug; a knowing look in his eyes. Kyuhyun gulped and hoped his colleague wasn’t actually friends with the foreigner. How could the earth get so small like that?
“It’s called Fate Bracelet, quite popular in China. You have it engraved your name and you wear it and it brings good luck in return.” Ryeowook said in a matter-of-factly tone. “But it says ‘Zhou Mi’. You’re not ‘Zhou Mi’. Or are you?” He laughed.
“Well… I kinda just got it around.” Kyuhyun garbled out, embarrassed. He really didn’t know what to say exactly. He felt rather frosted and nervous and obviously antsy still.
“Do you think when the owner loses his Fate Bracelet, bad luck follows him instead? Or no luck at all? Probably not. It’s just a bracelet after all.”
He watched Ryeowook leaning down at the mess of papers and picking them up, leaving him as his laugh echoing back at Kyuhyun inside the room.
Well, it’s me getting the bad luck, that’s for sure. And it has to stop! I’m going to go insane if this goes on.
And so, Kyuhyun had decided.
--
His legs ached, his feet hurt and he was sure his shoulders and back was already filing abuse case against him. He couldn’t really do anything about, not that he was waiting at the platform for more hours than he originally planned. Had it been what, two days in a row since he began this escapade? All this time, there was no glimpse, not even any sign of the stranger. And he had been diligently waiting.
Kyuhyun slumped back on an empty bench, his bones popping. The digital clock above him glowed eight-thirty in the evening. The silver bracelet was snug inside his pocket, not daring to wear it again (because he somehow found it, well, rude to). His thoughts drift back the burnt noodle-soup and broken heater back at home. Not to mention his monitor flickering and off and a sadder Ryeowook back at work. These unfortunate events weren’t his fault, was it?
“God, I’m tired.” He groaned; his neck leaning back. He sprawled over, like a drunken man with his suitcase next to him and hoping for a miracle. He made no reaction to the train coming, its door opening for passenger and the beeping sound that signaled for it closing. Transits were public places so maybe he could sleep in here? Like hell I would, he thought and chuckled to himself.
He then looked on his right.
And he was sure he saw tuft of orange darting at the corner.
He was on his feet immediately, not even sparing to take his suitcase and just scampered towards the direction. Kyuhyun had no idea of what he was about to do, not even sure if he was chasing after the right man too.
He had to try. He couldn’t mistake that orange hair of anything else.
“Hey, hey!” Kyuhyun made a grab of the nearest thing he could reach, which happened to be the man’s collar and Kyuhyun yanked him back.
And it was the awkwardest thing to happen when the man made choking sounds and flinging his arms, alarmed. Kyuhyun thought that maybe it wasn’t everyday you walked around and get pulled by the collar.
“S-sorry.” Kyuhyun had said ahead of him, and nearly gawked after he realized that Zhou Mi was staring at him incredulously. And then faltered noticeably.
“You!” Zhou Mi’s eyes were as wide as it could get; mouth agape.
Yes, me, Kyuhyun had almost rolled his eyes on that but stopped himself on doing so. He didn’t want upsetting the man again. “Hi?” He said, as friendly as he could.
“The thief!” Zhou Mi pointed an accusatory finger, his head shaking in disapproval. “You’re a bad person, the only bad person I met in Korea! Thief! Are you here to take more of my accessories? Those are priceless, you know! Limited stocks in China! Mean!”
Kyuhyun deserved a punch on the face if he didn’t stop finding the off accent and the man’s lips tad adorable. And that his grammar was rather… interesting. “No, no, wait! I came here, hoping to give this back! I swear!”
He pulled out the bracelet, polished and looked rather new and the name ‘Zhou Mi’ glinted under the available light. Kyuhyun never felt even more proud of what he was doing. Good deeds, good deeds. And no more bad luck. “I’m sorry about before. I hope you still claim this back.” Because it’s causing me weird stuff, no kidding, he wanted to add.
Zhou Mi stared. His eyes flickered back and forth to the bracelet and Kyuhyun like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, much more hearing. Kyuhyun suspected that Zhou Mi stopped breathing and fainted whilst standing and with eyes open next. Which was highly unlikely. The hell was he thinking that?
“I can’t believe you…” He heard Zhou Mi said, slowly reaching for the silver and cradling it on his palm. Not a single moment he left his gaze from it. “My Fate Bracelet.”
“So, uh, here. I hope you’re not mad anymore or something.” The finality of his tone made Zhou Mi looked at him, his lips forming a tiny smile.
“Do you know what this brings?” Zhou Mi lifts the bracelet towards Kyuhyun, his upset tone dissipating. “This bracelet, I mean.”
“Good luck? My co-worker said it brings some kind of good fortune.” Kyuhyun made a mental note that if Fate Bracelet got lost, it brought something else. According to the victim that he was, that was.
Zhou Mi’s smile turned tender. “That, and fate. It brings fate. A chance for me. And possible of another. Maybe.”
Kyuhyun looked away, his chest stirring. He couldn’t take the smile radiating at him. It was evening, dammit. Not sunny morning like Zhou Mi’s smile. “I can… see that.” And that was then his shoes looked interesting that he had looked down, only to realize that beside his shoes was not his suitcase. “Oh, shit. My bag!”
Zhou Mi was quick, merely brushing a hand on Kyuhyun’s chest before Kyuhyun could even register what had just happened and sprinted back and went down the flight of stairs to see his suitcase sitting lonely at the bench he once sat.
He could hear his heart in his eardrums, making pulsating sounds as he tried to catch his breath. He didn’t know what caused him to be so nervous all of sudden but the image of the smiling Zhou Mi burned inside his mind. Taking his bag, he returned to where Zhou Mi was supposed to be standing and found no one anymore.
There was a tinge of gloom he knew he felt. His heart doing erratic rhythm that he had to place a hand above it to calm it down.
Yeah, sure, Kyuhyun. What were expecting, really? You return the bracelet and that’s how it is going to end. Back to your life with less misfortune, and him back to his. Think about that. He’s one in a million and probably he doesn’t want to see you anymore. His mind supplied, successfully making him frown in regret even more. He could at least introduce himself to Zhou Mi. Told his name instead of being referred to as the Korean thief.
He sighed even more.
And then he felt something stiff inside his breast pocket.
Money bills? Did he put his money there? He pulled it out to check.
A small card with a bold font Zhou Mi in it. Underneath were digits and contact details. And an unmistakable scent of vanilla on the surface. A business card. A pink one, at that.
“How did he-
He didn’t really wonder how and deduce that Zhou Mi was sneaky of a foreigner and grinned like a fool to himself. All the while he stood where he and Zhou Mi stood not too long ago.
Later, right before going to sleep, Kyuhyun pulled out his phone, punched in the number first and thought of something to say.
And so, Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi met the next day again. With Zhou Mi wearing the silver Fate Bracelet on his wrist.
Months later, so did Kyuhyun.
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A/N: An inspiration from my friend's -Sheng's- idea that I expanded it because, well, it was fun to. Hee hee~ One moment it was short, and then grew into a 2K+ words. It's so fluffly and sweet that I think that, oh yay, I'm writing heart-warming stories again. Which feels kinda nice too, btw.
So, well, expect something PWP next time though. Gender!switch. Girl on girl, maybe. Whose pairing should I write about? Any suggestion? *pervy grin*
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Pairing: QMi
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Fluff, Romance
Type: One-shot
Summary: It was fate the bought them together - literally bound together by a silver bracelet that seems to bring Kyuhyun bad luck unless he gives it back.
--
It could have been any day, any time but not now. Please not now, not when Kyuhyun had an important business meeting to attend and he was running late. His alarm clock didn’t go off as it should and he had unfortunate moment with the elevator of his condominium. The building he was supposed to go to was a twenty-minute ride by the transit. During good hours, earlier. And he only had ten minutes on his time. Great.
Fuck this, he cursed as he punched his coins into the slot machine, got his electronic card, and ran frantically down the escalator to the platform. Just his luck, the area was packed with commuters too. If he’d squeeze himself amongst the people, he could just get inside and save travel time. He couldn’t really afford missing this. Meetings like these were rare on his side and he was sure Ryeowook made it possible despite it wasn’t his job to.
The doors closed; the train made beeping sounds and the ground shook a moment before starting to run.
Now this felt like he was a tuna in a canned and cramped container with people squished to every part of sides. At least he could still breathe and that his limbs were intact. He could survive this, Kyuhyun resolved. Just a little sacrifice. And he was only four stops away anyway.
As people started getting off each stop, he could finally move and was about to reach his pocket for his phone when he felt his wrist tugging something heavier.
All of sudden he couldn’t retrieve his hand back. His bracelet seemed to be stuck on something.
The hell is this, Kyuhyun jerked his wrist away, trying to pry his bracelet away only to have it jerked back in response. Seemed like someone had their bracelet stuck with his, much to Kyuhyun’s irritation. With the announcer speaking that his stop was nearing and then here, Kyuhyun yanked his stuck hand, his wrist coming to view and saw the mess of his bracelet with the stranger’s one all jumbled in chains and cords respectively. There was no to even chance to look at the owner; just him roughly shaking their wrists to let their accessories come undone.
But it didn’t.
And the beeping signal of the transit door was annoyingly loud, indicating it was closing. On Kyuhyun.
“Hey, hey! Wait!”
If Kyuhyun could haul himself out, even dragging the extra baggage he would. Oh, he would. But the extra baggage that was stuck with his hand was infuriatingly heavy (of course, what was he expecting? Light as feather?) The stranger was stubbornly not letting go.
And then the door closed before he realized that it did.
“No!!”
The scenery moved as it would in on a train and Kyuhyun watched in horror his stop going farther and farther away.
“I need to get down!” Kyuhyun almost yelled, yanking his hand back by any means necessary.
“Careful, careful.” The stranger said, a little worried, anxious but shrieked when Kyuhyun snapped the item into two’s with his frantic wrist wriggling. “My bracelet!”
He stared, a little speechless at the stranger picking up and fiddling with silver that seemed broken than he thought. Kyuhyun was startled; the stranger was looking at him next, upset evident across his face.
“You fix this!” The stranger said, shaking the bracelet right in front of his face. And Kyuhyun finally had a better look at this man’s face with flaming orange hair, noticeably taller than him, white-skinned with a nose. That nose. Kyuhyun almost pfft-ed. Which he did. “W-why you laughing?!”
The accent was distinctly not Korean. A foreigner, Kyuhyun thought and successfully ignoring the man for a good five second just to stare at those unique quirks of the eyes. Yes, definitely not Korean, not from around here.
Kyuhyun finally got out of staring stupor when he felt a finger poked his forehead, a few centimeters away from a growing pimple and the snarling man looking at him. “Well, are you going to fix this? You broke it! You fix it!”
Ah, yes. Which finally brought him back to the reality that, oh yeah, he just missed his stop and he had what, 5 minutes until his important meeting? Kyuhyun shot back. “Hey, I’m not the one who got it tangled it with mine. And it’s going to be your fault that I’m going to be late and lose good connections for the next four months.”
But the stranger was shaking his head; his hand founding Kyuhyun’s and placing the bracelet on his palm, insistent. Relentless. “No, no. You and your wriggly hand were at fault. Take responsibility.”
“I don’t care!” Kyuhyun flipped. He had important matters to take responsibility, oh, like phoning Ryeowook of his sudden absence because of this idiot and his bracelet.
But at the sight of the quivering lip and shockingly puppy eyes of the stranger looking at him had him pausing a while and letting the guilt hit him like you’re-the-bitchest-in-the-morning-Cho-Kyuhyun slap across his face. “I-mean,”
The frowning didn’t stop, only deepened beyond imagination. Big eyes, pouted lips, an air of upset from this pole had him sighing in resignation. Everyone was watching the apparent spectacle and he needed to do anything to stop looking like the bad guy in the train episode.
“Fine.”
“Great! Here!” It was given in no finesse, of eagerness that was obvious and the man was smiling next like he had forgiven Kyuhyun already. The bracelet was cold on his hand, a tinge of warmth from the previous hold and Kyuhyun looked at it incredulously. Was he actually fixing this? How the hell was he going to fix this?
The door’s beeping alarm had gone off again, signaling that it was about to open and let passengers alight or enter. He wasn’t thinking, not even aware. Just his legs moving without warning and sprinting out of the train, onto the platform and to the escalators and not looking behind.
He just left the stranger. He just left.
The stranger who stood aghast behind the door with mouth agape and bulging eyes. He must be furious, angry and saying all sorts of negative chants in different languages at Kyuhyun right about now, he gulped warily.
Well, that wasn’t nice.
Yes, it wasn’t, his conscience kicked him on the head good. Him leaving the stranger as his hand still gripped the broken bracelet. He took one last look, to check if he was being followed by an axe or something and found just him and the other passengers leaving the out of the transit area to hail a taxi.
At least he won’t be seeing the man again. What were the chances if there were a million people in Seoul? Kyuhyun let out a relief sigh at the thought of that.
But, no, he was still feeling awful. It gnawed him, honestly.
Zhou Mi, engraved on one flat metal surface of the bracelet he noticed. Zhou Mi, whose bracelet seemed to be so important for him to pester Kyuhyun to fix. Zhou Mi, a stranger Kyuhyun had decided on not seeing again to spare his life (in case he was a killer out to get Kyuhyun. Best be away and be safe instead. Which was stupid because Zhou Mi seemed nice).
“Zhou Mi…” Kyuhyun whispered, at the bracelet he was looking intently as he rode peacefully to work…
Only to find out that his business meeting was canceled because their partner had family matters to tend immediately. Ryeowook reported the moment he entered. And he actually messaged Kyuhyun about it too, not too long ago.
“Shit.” Kyuhyun dunked his head tiredly on a nearby table, the organizer of pens and notes one head above him clattering before falling onto him.
And so it began.
--
“Not again.” Kyuhyun stared appalled at the photocopy machine spitting out more copies than it was commanded to.
Four hours ago, the office coffee machine went hay-wired and spilt hot drink over the counter.
Only recently, the paper shredder actually didn’t start shredding and made remarkable patterns instead.
“Do we need machine replacements?” Ryeowook asked sadly, watching the photocopy machine going bonkers, shaking impressively and spitting out various papers. “And that’s recently bought too.”
Kyuhyun eased his one hand on the controls, pressing the Cancel button and the rattling stopped. He stared at the pile of papers on the floor and sighed.
This was not a good week for him so far. Both at work and at home when the lights inside his bathroom exploded and his laundry had been mixed with colored clothes and now he had crazy, psychedelic crisp shirt he was supposed to wear for the next meeting
It couldn’t get any worse, could it?
“Hey. That’s a pretty cool thing you got there.” Ryeowook pointed the item around Kyuhyun’s wrist. “You bought them? I didn’t know you were into silver, Kyu.”
“I-uh,” He didn’t know how to respond to that. And he belatedly wondered why he was wearing Zhou Mi’s bracelet too.
He had it fixed, mostly because of his guilty conscience nagging like a noisy, buzzing bee. And then wore it just to try it on. And then he had been wearing it for a week.
A week… he thought to himself as Ryeowook fondly played with the bracelet. The same time he had last seen the real owner of it (because he successfully avoided the transit and spent another one hour during travel than he normally did).
“Ah, no wonder it looks familiar. I’ve seen it before.” Ryeowook looked smug; a knowing look in his eyes. Kyuhyun gulped and hoped his colleague wasn’t actually friends with the foreigner. How could the earth get so small like that?
“It’s called Fate Bracelet, quite popular in China. You have it engraved your name and you wear it and it brings good luck in return.” Ryeowook said in a matter-of-factly tone. “But it says ‘Zhou Mi’. You’re not ‘Zhou Mi’. Or are you?” He laughed.
“Well… I kinda just got it around.” Kyuhyun garbled out, embarrassed. He really didn’t know what to say exactly. He felt rather frosted and nervous and obviously antsy still.
“Do you think when the owner loses his Fate Bracelet, bad luck follows him instead? Or no luck at all? Probably not. It’s just a bracelet after all.”
He watched Ryeowook leaning down at the mess of papers and picking them up, leaving him as his laugh echoing back at Kyuhyun inside the room.
Well, it’s me getting the bad luck, that’s for sure. And it has to stop! I’m going to go insane if this goes on.
And so, Kyuhyun had decided.
--
His legs ached, his feet hurt and he was sure his shoulders and back was already filing abuse case against him. He couldn’t really do anything about, not that he was waiting at the platform for more hours than he originally planned. Had it been what, two days in a row since he began this escapade? All this time, there was no glimpse, not even any sign of the stranger. And he had been diligently waiting.
Kyuhyun slumped back on an empty bench, his bones popping. The digital clock above him glowed eight-thirty in the evening. The silver bracelet was snug inside his pocket, not daring to wear it again (because he somehow found it, well, rude to). His thoughts drift back the burnt noodle-soup and broken heater back at home. Not to mention his monitor flickering and off and a sadder Ryeowook back at work. These unfortunate events weren’t his fault, was it?
“God, I’m tired.” He groaned; his neck leaning back. He sprawled over, like a drunken man with his suitcase next to him and hoping for a miracle. He made no reaction to the train coming, its door opening for passenger and the beeping sound that signaled for it closing. Transits were public places so maybe he could sleep in here? Like hell I would, he thought and chuckled to himself.
He then looked on his right.
And he was sure he saw tuft of orange darting at the corner.
He was on his feet immediately, not even sparing to take his suitcase and just scampered towards the direction. Kyuhyun had no idea of what he was about to do, not even sure if he was chasing after the right man too.
He had to try. He couldn’t mistake that orange hair of anything else.
“Hey, hey!” Kyuhyun made a grab of the nearest thing he could reach, which happened to be the man’s collar and Kyuhyun yanked him back.
And it was the awkwardest thing to happen when the man made choking sounds and flinging his arms, alarmed. Kyuhyun thought that maybe it wasn’t everyday you walked around and get pulled by the collar.
“S-sorry.” Kyuhyun had said ahead of him, and nearly gawked after he realized that Zhou Mi was staring at him incredulously. And then faltered noticeably.
“You!” Zhou Mi’s eyes were as wide as it could get; mouth agape.
Yes, me, Kyuhyun had almost rolled his eyes on that but stopped himself on doing so. He didn’t want upsetting the man again. “Hi?” He said, as friendly as he could.
“The thief!” Zhou Mi pointed an accusatory finger, his head shaking in disapproval. “You’re a bad person, the only bad person I met in Korea! Thief! Are you here to take more of my accessories? Those are priceless, you know! Limited stocks in China! Mean!”
Kyuhyun deserved a punch on the face if he didn’t stop finding the off accent and the man’s lips tad adorable. And that his grammar was rather… interesting. “No, no, wait! I came here, hoping to give this back! I swear!”
He pulled out the bracelet, polished and looked rather new and the name ‘Zhou Mi’ glinted under the available light. Kyuhyun never felt even more proud of what he was doing. Good deeds, good deeds. And no more bad luck. “I’m sorry about before. I hope you still claim this back.” Because it’s causing me weird stuff, no kidding, he wanted to add.
Zhou Mi stared. His eyes flickered back and forth to the bracelet and Kyuhyun like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, much more hearing. Kyuhyun suspected that Zhou Mi stopped breathing and fainted whilst standing and with eyes open next. Which was highly unlikely. The hell was he thinking that?
“I can’t believe you…” He heard Zhou Mi said, slowly reaching for the silver and cradling it on his palm. Not a single moment he left his gaze from it. “My Fate Bracelet.”
“So, uh, here. I hope you’re not mad anymore or something.” The finality of his tone made Zhou Mi looked at him, his lips forming a tiny smile.
“Do you know what this brings?” Zhou Mi lifts the bracelet towards Kyuhyun, his upset tone dissipating. “This bracelet, I mean.”
“Good luck? My co-worker said it brings some kind of good fortune.” Kyuhyun made a mental note that if Fate Bracelet got lost, it brought something else. According to the victim that he was, that was.
Zhou Mi’s smile turned tender. “That, and fate. It brings fate. A chance for me. And possible of another. Maybe.”
Kyuhyun looked away, his chest stirring. He couldn’t take the smile radiating at him. It was evening, dammit. Not sunny morning like Zhou Mi’s smile. “I can… see that.” And that was then his shoes looked interesting that he had looked down, only to realize that beside his shoes was not his suitcase. “Oh, shit. My bag!”
Zhou Mi was quick, merely brushing a hand on Kyuhyun’s chest before Kyuhyun could even register what had just happened and sprinted back and went down the flight of stairs to see his suitcase sitting lonely at the bench he once sat.
He could hear his heart in his eardrums, making pulsating sounds as he tried to catch his breath. He didn’t know what caused him to be so nervous all of sudden but the image of the smiling Zhou Mi burned inside his mind. Taking his bag, he returned to where Zhou Mi was supposed to be standing and found no one anymore.
There was a tinge of gloom he knew he felt. His heart doing erratic rhythm that he had to place a hand above it to calm it down.
Yeah, sure, Kyuhyun. What were expecting, really? You return the bracelet and that’s how it is going to end. Back to your life with less misfortune, and him back to his. Think about that. He’s one in a million and probably he doesn’t want to see you anymore. His mind supplied, successfully making him frown in regret even more. He could at least introduce himself to Zhou Mi. Told his name instead of being referred to as the Korean thief.
He sighed even more.
And then he felt something stiff inside his breast pocket.
Money bills? Did he put his money there? He pulled it out to check.
A small card with a bold font Zhou Mi in it. Underneath were digits and contact details. And an unmistakable scent of vanilla on the surface. A business card. A pink one, at that.
“How did he-
He didn’t really wonder how and deduce that Zhou Mi was sneaky of a foreigner and grinned like a fool to himself. All the while he stood where he and Zhou Mi stood not too long ago.
Later, right before going to sleep, Kyuhyun pulled out his phone, punched in the number first and thought of something to say.
And so, Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi met the next day again. With Zhou Mi wearing the silver Fate Bracelet on his wrist.
Months later, so did Kyuhyun.
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A/N: An inspiration from my friend's -Sheng's- idea that I expanded it because, well, it was fun to. Hee hee~ One moment it was short, and then grew into a 2K+ words. It's so fluffly and sweet that I think that, oh yay, I'm writing heart-warming stories again. Which feels kinda nice too, btw.
So, well, expect something PWP next time though. Gender!switch. Girl on girl, maybe. Whose pairing should I write about? Any suggestion? *pervy grin*
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