a walk on the ocean
Title: Is You Is Or Is You Ain't My Baby (or Tinhatting)
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: G
Pairing: Qmi
Summary: laundromat AU aside
A/N: for evaporate :3
"This is not real life." Kyuhyun whispered, utterly horrified as he pushed the button on the coffee maker and nothing happened. He took a deep breath and lifted the lid, adjusting the coffee filter minutely before pressing the button another five or six times. Okay. He was not going to overreact. But he was probably going to die. Yes. Death was a very likely consequence, the only question was, would he last long enough to launch the damn coffee maker out the window.
"Good morning." Zhou Mi hummed quietly, well aware that Kyuhyun did not have a cup of coffee in his hand and that anything, including wrong tone of voice, could probably send him into an apoplectic fit. He played it safe with a careful kiss to the nape of Kyuhyun's neck, hands light by the drawstring waist of his pajama pants. It was then that Zhou Mi realised he didn't hear the coffee maker percolating, a sure sign of the apocalypse, the fifth horseman as it were.
Kyuhyun rounded on him, bed-head flopping comically, and very nearly hissed, "It is not a good morning."
Zhou Mi plucked the empty coffee mug from his hand before he could brain either of them with it. It didn't seem to have any effect on Kyuhyun's violent hand-gestures as he sputtered ineffectually for a few more moments before finally settling on, "How is this even possible?"
Steering him away from the cutlery drawer, Zhou Mi quickly herded Kyuhyun out of the kitchen and up the stairs, straight into their bedroom. He sat Kyuhyun down on their unmade bed, sheets still warm from the extra half hour Zhou Mi spent tucked against Kyuhyun's side, tracing nonsense patterns over his hip until he woke up and swatted him away. Kyuhyun expression was grave, hands fisted over his knees as Zhou Mi finger-combed through his flyaways, "You get dressed, I'll get the metrocards and we can go and get you some coffee okay?"
Kyuhyun canted his head away from Zhou Mi's hand, standing bolt upright and shoving past him with a muttered, "Fine."
Exhaling heavily, Zhou Mi set about getting himself together.
He'd just finished wriggling into a pair of jeans that cut off most of the feeling in his lower body when Kyuhyun stumbled up to him, lower lip stuck out and shirt hanging from his shoulders, "I can't."
Zhou Mi bit his cheek until the urge to laugh had passed and undid the mismatched buttons on Kyuhyun's shirt before refastening them properly. He smoothed a hand down Kyuhyun's front with a smile, "All better."
Kyuhyun grunted and swept out of the room, bounding down the stairs and, by the sound of it, missing the last few. Wiping the grin off his face, Zhou Mi trailed after him, both of their wallets, cellphones and house keys in hand.
"Zhou Mi. I do not care what you order, get whatever you want, but your time to decide was up five minutes ago."
"Mmhm, sure. Oh look at that one, glazed apple tart! You don't think that's too much sugar first thing in the morning, do you? I could get the-"
A heavy hand descended on his bicep, gripping a little too tightly as he was pulled upright and away from the pastry display case. Kyuhyun glared, a vein at his temple pulsing disconcertingly, "If you don't make a choice by the end of this sentence, I am going to make the executive decision for you and say that you do not need to eat. Now what are you getting?"
"Muffin."
"Good."
"Um, Kuixian?"
"What."
"Maybe I should order..."
"Why?"
"You're scaring the staff a bit, actually."
Once seated, Kyuhyun stared sullenly out the window, fingers tapping restlessly on the tabletop. Zhou Mi was a few seconds away from developing a twitch. Instead, he reached out and caught Kyuhyun's hand in his own, twining their fingers together and offering a smile and a shrug when Kyuhyun turned to face him, confusion evident in his face.
"This is sort of nice."
Kyuhyun scoffed and turned back to the traffic outside, but he didn't let go of Zhou Mi's hand.
"One white chocolate macchiato with whipped cream, one cafe gr-"
"Yes!" Kyuhyun fairly jumped up from their corner table, shouldering through the Saturday crowd as he made his way to the counter.
He came back to the table with a steaming, ceramic mug cradled between his hands, completely indifferent to Zhou Mi's raised eyebrow. "Where's mine?"
Kyuhyun swallowed his mouthful and looked up with wide eyes, guilty enough to get a small smile out of Zhou Mi as he stood and headed for the counter.
He returned with his own drink and two plates, one containing a cranberry orange muffin, the other with what looked like a strawberry crepe drizzled with chocolate. Kyuhyun held his breath while Zhou Mi set the dishes down, only exhaling when Zhou Mi had sat back down and picked up his fork, passing one to Kyuhyun. Crisis averted.
Fork in hand, Kyuhyun poked at the side of the crepe, "What's this?"
"Breakfast." Zhou Mi hummed, sipping a drink that was likely half coffee and half whipped cream.
Kyuhyun shrugged and lopped a piece off, "Good enough for me."
Zhou Mi smiled into his cup, watching Kyuhyun chew contemplatively for a few moments before his eyes rolled back.
"Nutella?" Kyuhyun questioned for the fourth time, swiping a finger across his empty plate and licking it clean.
Zhou Mi tried not to stare too hard. "Yes, why would I lie?"
"I dunno," Kyuhyun grinned, lopsided and lazy, "Why would you empty out my lunch bag and repack it with kimchi and diet smoothies?"
Coughing lightly, Zhou Mi reached across the table and traced a finger over Kyuhyun's knuckles, batting his eyelashes in what he sincerely hoped was an endearing way, "Have I told you yet today that I really love you, like head-over-heels-forget-to-tie-your-shoes-and-comb-your-hair kind of love?"
Kyuhyun leaned in, head tilted as he gave Zhou Mi a once over, "Well, it took you an extra fifteen minutes to do your hair and your boots took an additional ten minutes to lace up and although you haven't managed to faceplant yet, I'm going to have to go with a no on that one."
"Yeah? Well. You. You are wearing two different shoes and my fingers were the only comb your hair has seen this morning!" Zhou Mi sat back in his chair, eyebrows drawn as he pulled his hand away from Kyuhyun's, "And you did all that for coffee. So I'm forced to conclude that you love coffee more than me."
Kyuhyun choked on a laugh, "Excuse me? I didn't buy coffee a bag that cost two months' rent for Christmas, did I?"
Zhou Mi's eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms, "The signs are there, Kuixian."
Rocking his chair back down onto four feet, Kyuhyun scooted closer to Zhou Mi's side of the table, "I do love coffee."
Zhou Mi's lashes swept against his cheeks as his shoulders fell, arms circling tighter around himself, "I hope you two will be very happy together."
"A spring wedding, I think. Do you want chicken or fish?"
"You know you're mean even after you've been caffeinated."
Kyuhyun scraped his teeth over his bottom lip and searched for a way out. "Yup. There are some things coffee will probably never change about me."
Zhou Mi huffed and gave a cold shoulder to Kyuhyun.
"Coffee just doesn't make me want to walk down 42nd street in the middle of the holiday rush to 'see the lights' or spend an afternoon color-coding an entire closet of clothing. And I don't think coffee will ever convince me that it's a good idea to ignore working on my thesis to watch movies I don't understand even with subtitles. I could probably drink an entire pot and I would still die before I ever got caught walking a tiny little dog in a pink sweater with a matching leash."
He was a little busy staring holes into the floor so he didn't get to see the stupidly wide grin that spread across Zhou Mi's face. But he figured it was Zhou Mi's face after all, so it would probably look a little bit stupid no matter what. He did notice the sudden decrease in the amount of oxygen he was able to get in courtesy of Zhou Mi's arms fastened securely around his middle as he leaned nearly halfway out of his chair and most of the way into Kyuhyun's lap. He patted Zhou Mi's arm and thanked God they'd gotten a corner table, less people to witness Zhou Mi's affectionate display and also less people to witness Kyuhyun hitting the floor, passed out cold thanks to said display.
But if he were to be completely honest, the dizzy lightness that squeezed into his head wasn't entirely due to the suffocating hug he was stuck in, it likely also had something to do with the way Zhou Mi slipped a smile against his neck, whispering, "I guess only really, really true love could do that to a person."
He managed a wheeze, "Signs."
"Oh, Kuixian." Zhou Mi sighed happily, nuzzling his neck as Kyuhyun's eyes rolled back for the second time that morning.
A/N II: OH MY GOD. IT IS 6:05 AM I HAVE YET TO SLEEP. ZHOU MI IS BREAKING MY HEART. UCONN FUCKING FAILED AT GOING FOR 90 CONSECUTIVE WINS AND NOW I WILL HAVE TO TRANSFER TO A DIFFERENT COLLEGE OUT OF SHAME. SOMEONE WITH THE SAME (VERY IRISH) NAME AS MY BROTHER HAS JUST FOLLOWED ME ON TWITTER. CAN YOU TELL IT'S PAST MY BEDTIME? ;~~~~; CHARLOTTE I HOPE THIS CHEERED YOU UP A BIT. YOU DO A LOT FOR US IN FANDOM AND I'M HAPPY TO DO EVEN A LITTLE SOMETHING IN RETURN ♥
ALSO. I WILL FLIP MY SHIT IF MY COFFEEMAKER IS BROKEN TOMORROW :|
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: G
Pairing: Qmi
Summary: laundromat AU aside
A/N: for evaporate :3
"This is not real life." Kyuhyun whispered, utterly horrified as he pushed the button on the coffee maker and nothing happened. He took a deep breath and lifted the lid, adjusting the coffee filter minutely before pressing the button another five or six times. Okay. He was not going to overreact. But he was probably going to die. Yes. Death was a very likely consequence, the only question was, would he last long enough to launch the damn coffee maker out the window.
"Good morning." Zhou Mi hummed quietly, well aware that Kyuhyun did not have a cup of coffee in his hand and that anything, including wrong tone of voice, could probably send him into an apoplectic fit. He played it safe with a careful kiss to the nape of Kyuhyun's neck, hands light by the drawstring waist of his pajama pants. It was then that Zhou Mi realised he didn't hear the coffee maker percolating, a sure sign of the apocalypse, the fifth horseman as it were.
Kyuhyun rounded on him, bed-head flopping comically, and very nearly hissed, "It is not a good morning."
Zhou Mi plucked the empty coffee mug from his hand before he could brain either of them with it. It didn't seem to have any effect on Kyuhyun's violent hand-gestures as he sputtered ineffectually for a few more moments before finally settling on, "How is this even possible?"
Steering him away from the cutlery drawer, Zhou Mi quickly herded Kyuhyun out of the kitchen and up the stairs, straight into their bedroom. He sat Kyuhyun down on their unmade bed, sheets still warm from the extra half hour Zhou Mi spent tucked against Kyuhyun's side, tracing nonsense patterns over his hip until he woke up and swatted him away. Kyuhyun expression was grave, hands fisted over his knees as Zhou Mi finger-combed through his flyaways, "You get dressed, I'll get the metrocards and we can go and get you some coffee okay?"
Kyuhyun canted his head away from Zhou Mi's hand, standing bolt upright and shoving past him with a muttered, "Fine."
Exhaling heavily, Zhou Mi set about getting himself together.
He'd just finished wriggling into a pair of jeans that cut off most of the feeling in his lower body when Kyuhyun stumbled up to him, lower lip stuck out and shirt hanging from his shoulders, "I can't."
Zhou Mi bit his cheek until the urge to laugh had passed and undid the mismatched buttons on Kyuhyun's shirt before refastening them properly. He smoothed a hand down Kyuhyun's front with a smile, "All better."
Kyuhyun grunted and swept out of the room, bounding down the stairs and, by the sound of it, missing the last few. Wiping the grin off his face, Zhou Mi trailed after him, both of their wallets, cellphones and house keys in hand.
"Zhou Mi. I do not care what you order, get whatever you want, but your time to decide was up five minutes ago."
"Mmhm, sure. Oh look at that one, glazed apple tart! You don't think that's too much sugar first thing in the morning, do you? I could get the-"
A heavy hand descended on his bicep, gripping a little too tightly as he was pulled upright and away from the pastry display case. Kyuhyun glared, a vein at his temple pulsing disconcertingly, "If you don't make a choice by the end of this sentence, I am going to make the executive decision for you and say that you do not need to eat. Now what are you getting?"
"Muffin."
"Good."
"Um, Kuixian?"
"What."
"Maybe I should order..."
"Why?"
"You're scaring the staff a bit, actually."
Once seated, Kyuhyun stared sullenly out the window, fingers tapping restlessly on the tabletop. Zhou Mi was a few seconds away from developing a twitch. Instead, he reached out and caught Kyuhyun's hand in his own, twining their fingers together and offering a smile and a shrug when Kyuhyun turned to face him, confusion evident in his face.
"This is sort of nice."
Kyuhyun scoffed and turned back to the traffic outside, but he didn't let go of Zhou Mi's hand.
"One white chocolate macchiato with whipped cream, one cafe gr-"
"Yes!" Kyuhyun fairly jumped up from their corner table, shouldering through the Saturday crowd as he made his way to the counter.
He came back to the table with a steaming, ceramic mug cradled between his hands, completely indifferent to Zhou Mi's raised eyebrow. "Where's mine?"
Kyuhyun swallowed his mouthful and looked up with wide eyes, guilty enough to get a small smile out of Zhou Mi as he stood and headed for the counter.
He returned with his own drink and two plates, one containing a cranberry orange muffin, the other with what looked like a strawberry crepe drizzled with chocolate. Kyuhyun held his breath while Zhou Mi set the dishes down, only exhaling when Zhou Mi had sat back down and picked up his fork, passing one to Kyuhyun. Crisis averted.
Fork in hand, Kyuhyun poked at the side of the crepe, "What's this?"
"Breakfast." Zhou Mi hummed, sipping a drink that was likely half coffee and half whipped cream.
Kyuhyun shrugged and lopped a piece off, "Good enough for me."
Zhou Mi smiled into his cup, watching Kyuhyun chew contemplatively for a few moments before his eyes rolled back.
"Nutella?" Kyuhyun questioned for the fourth time, swiping a finger across his empty plate and licking it clean.
Zhou Mi tried not to stare too hard. "Yes, why would I lie?"
"I dunno," Kyuhyun grinned, lopsided and lazy, "Why would you empty out my lunch bag and repack it with kimchi and diet smoothies?"
Coughing lightly, Zhou Mi reached across the table and traced a finger over Kyuhyun's knuckles, batting his eyelashes in what he sincerely hoped was an endearing way, "Have I told you yet today that I really love you, like head-over-heels-forget-to-tie-your-shoes-and-comb-your-hair kind of love?"
Kyuhyun leaned in, head tilted as he gave Zhou Mi a once over, "Well, it took you an extra fifteen minutes to do your hair and your boots took an additional ten minutes to lace up and although you haven't managed to faceplant yet, I'm going to have to go with a no on that one."
"Yeah? Well. You. You are wearing two different shoes and my fingers were the only comb your hair has seen this morning!" Zhou Mi sat back in his chair, eyebrows drawn as he pulled his hand away from Kyuhyun's, "And you did all that for coffee. So I'm forced to conclude that you love coffee more than me."
Kyuhyun choked on a laugh, "Excuse me? I didn't buy coffee a bag that cost two months' rent for Christmas, did I?"
Zhou Mi's eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms, "The signs are there, Kuixian."
Rocking his chair back down onto four feet, Kyuhyun scooted closer to Zhou Mi's side of the table, "I do love coffee."
Zhou Mi's lashes swept against his cheeks as his shoulders fell, arms circling tighter around himself, "I hope you two will be very happy together."
"A spring wedding, I think. Do you want chicken or fish?"
"You know you're mean even after you've been caffeinated."
Kyuhyun scraped his teeth over his bottom lip and searched for a way out. "Yup. There are some things coffee will probably never change about me."
Zhou Mi huffed and gave a cold shoulder to Kyuhyun.
"Coffee just doesn't make me want to walk down 42nd street in the middle of the holiday rush to 'see the lights' or spend an afternoon color-coding an entire closet of clothing. And I don't think coffee will ever convince me that it's a good idea to ignore working on my thesis to watch movies I don't understand even with subtitles. I could probably drink an entire pot and I would still die before I ever got caught walking a tiny little dog in a pink sweater with a matching leash."
He was a little busy staring holes into the floor so he didn't get to see the stupidly wide grin that spread across Zhou Mi's face. But he figured it was Zhou Mi's face after all, so it would probably look a little bit stupid no matter what. He did notice the sudden decrease in the amount of oxygen he was able to get in courtesy of Zhou Mi's arms fastened securely around his middle as he leaned nearly halfway out of his chair and most of the way into Kyuhyun's lap. He patted Zhou Mi's arm and thanked God they'd gotten a corner table, less people to witness Zhou Mi's affectionate display and also less people to witness Kyuhyun hitting the floor, passed out cold thanks to said display.
But if he were to be completely honest, the dizzy lightness that squeezed into his head wasn't entirely due to the suffocating hug he was stuck in, it likely also had something to do with the way Zhou Mi slipped a smile against his neck, whispering, "I guess only really, really true love could do that to a person."
He managed a wheeze, "Signs."
"Oh, Kuixian." Zhou Mi sighed happily, nuzzling his neck as Kyuhyun's eyes rolled back for the second time that morning.
A/N II: OH MY GOD. IT IS 6:05 AM I HAVE YET TO SLEEP. ZHOU MI IS BREAKING MY HEART. UCONN FUCKING FAILED AT GOING FOR 90 CONSECUTIVE WINS AND NOW I WILL HAVE TO TRANSFER TO A DIFFERENT COLLEGE OUT OF SHAME. SOMEONE WITH THE SAME (VERY IRISH) NAME AS MY BROTHER HAS JUST FOLLOWED ME ON TWITTER. CAN YOU TELL IT'S PAST MY BEDTIME? ;~~~~; CHARLOTTE I HOPE THIS CHEERED YOU UP A BIT. YOU DO A LOT FOR US IN FANDOM AND I'M HAPPY TO DO EVEN A LITTLE SOMETHING IN RETURN ♥
ALSO. I WILL FLIP MY SHIT IF MY COFFEEMAKER IS BROKEN TOMORROW :|