somewhere over the rainbow
Title: Take Me to Heart
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: G
Pairing: Qmi
Summary: Qmi are in the closet and Kyuhyun's self-respect has yet to be found
A/N: an extremely late valentine's fic for the Laundromat AU. One day I'll get better at timing. Okay, probably not.
He’d only meant to add a little as a finishing touch, but the flimsy cap on the container of green glitter didn’t seem to care what he wanted, because it fell off after the first gentle dusting and poured its contents over the carefully hand-crafted valentine Kyuhyun had spent the better part of the morning putting together. The frustrated sigh he lets out only serves to stir up the glitter and send it floating every which way- including directly into his eye.
“Ow, ow, oh my God, why?”
Knuckle pressed to his eye, he runs for the sink, nearly clipping his hip on the corner of the kitchen table as he stumbles blindly while trying not to make enough noise to wake up Zhou Mi. He grumbles as quietly as possible, splashing water into his eye until he can blink without feeling like he’s scraping away his cornea.
Crisis averted, Kyuhyun gathers up the valentine and up-ends the rest of the spilled glitter into the garbage can. He then takes a wet paper towel to the table and scrubs off as much of the mess as he can, tossing it into the garbage as well. That had not gone as spectacularly as planned. Then again, neither had gluing the ribbon, a burn to the side of his finger serving as evidence of his inability to wield a glue gun. Although, the real trouble had come when he’d tried getting his sore finger unstuck from the construction paper. That had required the most creativity of the entire ordeal.
“You’d better appreciate this.” he scowls at the lopsided heart, flicking stray flecks of glitter from the construction paper, lamenting his inability to just buy a gift and save his pride, until he hears footsteps on the stairs and freezes. He had set an alarm to wake up Zhou Mi, and also to serve as a warning signal, but it definitely had not gone off yet because there’d been no tell-tale thud as it was thrown against the floor. But the steps are getting closer, he tries to think fast as the sound of his name articulated around a yawn filters in from the next room.
It comes down to his inability to fit into any of the cupboards and unwillingness to try the fridge.
As suavely as possible, Kyuhyun poses himself beside the table, still-drying valentine partially covered with one hand, the other... scratching his head? He coughs. “Hi.”
“Good morning.” Zhou Mi smiles, soft and halfway asleep. Kyuhyun prays he will go for the kettle before a kiss but he knows he’s hoping against the odds. Zhou Mi pauses as he leans in, head cocked to the side, fingertip swiping light over Kyuhyun’s cheekbone. “What- is that glitter?”
Left with no other option, Kyuhyun grabs him by the shoulders and, very narrowly avoiding breaking both of their noses, he tilts his head and sticks his tongue halfway down Zhou Mi's throat. A muffled sound of surprise is all he gets from Zhou Mi as he settles his hands on Kyuhyun’s hips. He tries to keep Zhou Mi busy, nipping at his bottom lip, one hand combing through his hair while he gropes around behind himself for the valentine with the other. Just as Zhou Mi’s hand curves around the corner of his jaw, Kyuhyun catches a fingertip on an edge of lace. And for a second he’d almost rather push his luck and stay right where he is, but if he does that there’s no way he’ll be able to ditch the valentine without Zhou Mi seeing, the construction paper already covered in things that are like homing devices to Zhou Mi. Sequined monstrosity in hand, he realises he has only one choice. Regretfully, he pulls back gasping and flashes a nervous grin, “Okay well, so. Good morning.”
Zhou Mi smiles slow and sweet, voice almost a purr, “Kui Xian, what are you hiding?”
“Um, nothing.”
“Kui Xian. Did you...”
He bolts, running for the bedroom with Zhou Mi on his heels and goddamn his long legs; he pants taking the stairs two at a time, valentine clutched to his chest, tacky glue probably sticking it there. He really hadn't planned much farther than getting into the room and getting the door closed, and even that doesn't work out for him. His heels dig into the floor, shoulder aiding his hands in leaning all his body weight against the door between him and Zhou Mi, trying to push it closed as Zhou Mi works to push it open. Kyuhyun sees Zhou Mi's fingers curling around the door while he pleads, voice strained, “Kui Xian c'mon let me in, I won't laugh, I promise.”
Kyuhyun grunts a negative answer but gives up on pushing the door closed, Zhou Mi's fingers (and the things he can do with them) worth just a little bit more than his pride. However, just when he steps away from the door, Zhou Mi shoves at it and ends up tumbling head over heels into the bedroom. Kyuhyun wisely uses that time to glance around the room in a panic, hoping a decent hiding spot jumps out at him. But Zhou Mi's recovery time is startlingly short (which makes sense considering how often he trips over himself, Kyuhyun supposes he must be well-practiced) and he's back on his feet, leaving Kyuhyun with no other option aside from the quick leap he tries to take over the bed.
Unfortunately, he hits the mattress face first thanks to Zhou Mi's ‘round-the-knees tackle. Kyuhyun wriggles, feet kicking and hands still clutching the valentine tight as he spits, "Holding. Is. Illegal- Zhou Mi, let go."
He manages to get one leg free and uses a delicate shove of his socked foot in Zhou Mi's face as a surprisingly effective distraction technique; it buys him enough time to scramble over the bed and climb into the closet. He clasps the valentine between his knees and gets a death-grip on the doorknob, pulling it towards himself in preparation for Zhou Mi tugging in the opposite direction. Briefly he wonders if there’s any corner in the apartment he could have backed himself further into. Though really, if worst comes to worst, how much damage could a little glitter do to his digestive tract? He's eaten worse things, Zhou Mi's cooking for instance.
Speaking of which, there's no one trying to yank the door open. Ohoho, he's so not falling for that, clutching the doorknob with renewed strength. A dull thud almost has him jumping back from the door before he hears the familiar sigh that accompanies it, the sound sliding towards the floor. So that's where he went. Maybe if he just keeps quiet...
"Kui Xian? Um. I saw you go in there?"
Kyuhyun bites his lip, pins and needles starting at his fingertips as Zhou Mi continues, slightly muffled voice coming from somewhere around his knees, "And, you know, I won't just forget that you're in there so could you please talk to me? I promise I won't make you come out if you don't want to."
Kyuhyun snorts and freezes, a knock sounding over by his shins, "Kui Xian?"
Game over. "Yes?"
"Hello"
"Hi"
"Are you okay?"
"Fine." And oh God, his voice had not cracked like that since he was fifteen. He sighs and pushes aside a few boxes, making some room to sit. This could take a while.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No, of course not." This is going so so so well; he stifles a groan in his hands.
"Is this about the uh- the-"
"Don't say it!" he snaps
"Well could I at least maybe see it?"
"I don't know." he hedges, fingers curling and uncurling anxiously, blinking sightlessly in the dark at where he assumes the glittery heart sits at his feet. He'd thought it was a good idea but now he just feels really, really stupid and mostly lame. Who even makes valentines anymore? It’s a holiday that should be celebrated with roses and imported chocolates and tiny little rocks that cost about as much as his college education, not a mangled arts and crafts project. Zhou Mi shifts slightly and the strip of light from under the door sweeps over the valentine, catching an iridescent fleck and bouncing the reflected light around the confined space. Zhou Mi’s worth more than construction paper and sequins.
"Kui Xian?"
"Yeah?"
"Nothing, just wanted to make sure the oxygen hadn't run out in there."
He laughs, leaning his head against a shirt that smells faintly of Zhou Mi's cologne, burying his face in it with one last fortifying inhale before he kicks the valentine under the door. He’d meant to listen for even the slightest hint of laughter or malice, but then he remembers who it is on the other side of the door, and even then he can’t make out what exactly it is that he hears in the soft tone of Zhou Mi's voice when he finally speaks, "If you're not going to come out, then can I come in?"
Halfway hoping Zhou Mi doesn’t hear him, he mumbles a yes. But not a second later a sliver of light stretches across him as Zhou Mi scrambles into the closet, closing the door behind himself. Of course it’s a little crowded with two grown men squished together, but Kyuhyun doesn’t really think Zhou Mi has to be that far into his lap for the both of them to fit. Or squeezing him quite that tightly, he gasps out, "Cracking my ribs-" and is able to suck in a breath after Zhou Mi's startled oh and subsequent release. But he stays right where he is, lanky legs straddling Kyuhyun’s hips.
"Sorry, I just-" and there it is again, that something hiding in Zhou Mi's voice, sending Kyuhyun's stomach clenching, mind racing with explanations he doesn’t really like. He fumbles in the dark for Zhou Mi's hand, and upon finding it, he also locates the source of all his recent problems. Even at the grasping clutch of Kyuhyun’s fingers, Zhou Mi doesn’t let go of the wrinkled paper, catching Kyuhyun’s fingers with his opposite hand instead.
“It’s just a dumb thing, you don’t have to keep it. I don’t really know why-”
He’s cut off as Zhou Mi’s mouth almost meets his, a kiss halfway on his lips, halfway on his chin and then Zhou Mi’s adjusting and Kyuhyun’s meeting him midway and it’s all kinds of perfect.
“Thank you.”
And normally Kyuhyun would stick that right under phatic communication and be done with it, but even he’s able to read the sincerity practically dripping off Zhou Mi. In the dark he can’t see a reason why he shouldn’t lean back in to Zhou Mi’s mouth, kissing him until he can feel his smile against his lips. He should’ve known Zhou Mi would see something dumb like a hand-made valentine as utterly priceless. But then he thinks, Zhou Mi’s laugh ringing breathless and delighted in his ears and humming against his mouth, he can sort of understand the feeling.
“So, um, the purple blob, is that supposed to be-“
“-Yes. Look, if you don’t like it I’ll take it back and give it to someone who will appreciate my artistic genius.”
“I appreciate it! I appreciate it!”
“I also injured myself making that for you.” He sniffs, disentangling their fingers and raising his hand carefully between them, still unable to make out exactly where Zhou Mi’s face is but also pretty sure that it’s probably not very romantic to stick your finger in someone’s eye.
“I’ll kiss it better then.” Zhou Mi laughs.
“That’s a start I guess.” Kyuhyun sighs, very much put-upon when Zhou Mi grabs around his wrist. Just as Kyuhyun feels the heat of Zhou Mi’s breath against his hand, he tugs away, thinking better of it and going for his belt buckle instead. But all that gets him is a punch to the shoulder.
“You’re terrible.”
“Not what you said the other night~”
It takes a few tries but Kyuhyun eventually seals his mouth to Zhou Mi’s and proceeds to kiss him until he gets that little sound out of him that he likes so much. Just as Zhou Mi’s fingers are twisting in the material of his shirt, mouth open and hot against Kyuhyun’s, the alarm finally goes off with an ear piercing clang. Zhou Mi startles so hard he falls back out of Kyuhyun’s lap and lands against the closet door, which swings open and dumps him out onto the bedroom floor. Kyuhyun crawls over and pats Zhou Mi on the stomach, “Smooth.”
Kyuhyun flops down onto their unmade bed, considering stealing back the chocolates he’d left on the stand which Zhou Mi had not even noticed. Zhou Mi simply groans and struggles over to the nightstand, tugging the alarm clock down off of it and smacking it about seven or eight times until it eventually quiets. He turns to Kyuhyun with a sigh and in the sunlit bedroom Kyuhyun is able to see that somehow Zhou Mi has also managed to get glitter smeared over the lower half of his face. He yanks Zhou Mi up onto the bed and pulls him back against the pillows, reaching for his phone and holding it aloft in front of them, watching Zhou Mi light up at the suggestion of a selca.
He snaps a quick shot of them, heads tilted together and smiling, but frowns at the resulting photo, “Make a better face.”
“A better? Kui Xian, that’s- I only have one face.” Zhou Mi slaps a hand over Kyuhyun’s mouth, covering his smug smile and muffling his smart response. “Fine, we’ll try again.”
Kyuhyun licks at Zhou Mi’s palm and quickly positions the camera, squishing his face against Zhou Mi’s and catching both his own grin and Zhou Mi’s laugh. He doesn’t bother checking the picture, there’s no way that one won’t be a keeper.
(Zhou Mi’s fidgeting on the couch a little while later, still clutching the valentine, worrying the ribbon as he asks, “So um, what’s all this for anyway?”
Kyuhyun puts the remote down, calmly, before he can give into the steadily increasing urge to bludgeon himself to death with it. “What?”
“The, um, the- this?” Zhou Mi coughs lightly and holds up his valentine.
“Do you know what day today is?”
“Thursday?” He says it like he’s not even entirely sure it’s a day of the week anymore.
“Nothing special about today? You haven’t noticed any increase in romantic commercials or flower stands or sales on chocolate or jewellery or, I dunno, the color pink?”
“But I notice those things everyday, Kui Xian?”
“Right.” Well, Kyuhyun picks up the remote once more and settles back resignedly against Zhou Mi’s side, he can’t really argue that.)
A/N II: As usual, thanks to blahnicity and everyone else who stopped me from scrapping this midway through March rofl Also, er I'm night-blind, after it gets to a certain point of dimness, I'm virtually useless. so while Kyuhyun is in the closet (hurhurhur) um I sort of have nothing to go on but an inability to see just about anything ;; sorry if it's all awkward and shit idek. SUPER SUPER FUCKING LATE ON COMMENTS ;~; I'm using the majority of my spare time trying to catch up on unfinished fic. Ask my poor flist, I've been neglecting the fuck out of them lately, too ;~; But comments are always appreciated and treasured so don't let my idiocy and general fail discourage you from leaving feedback. I promise I'll hit you up as soon as possible ♥
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS ENTIRE FIC IS TESTAMENT TO HOW UTTERLY FAIL I AM AT BEING ON TIME /DIES You ever get that feeling you're completely forgetting to mention/attach/do something? idek anymore ;~; I REMEMBERED:
if you're wondering about the placement of this in the AU: any asides are events that don't affect the main timeline. so the deciding factor, oddly enough, is not length. the simple fact that they have a kitchen table in this, means it can't actually be considered an installment since their kitchen table met an unfortunate end in the main series, and its reappearance would mean that the placement of this fic would end up affecting the timeline. if none of that made a damn bit of sense, just think about it like this, all asides pretty much have TWT scribbled in bright red at the top. \o/////
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: G
Pairing: Qmi
Summary: Qmi are in the closet and Kyuhyun's self-respect has yet to be found
A/N: an extremely late valentine's fic for the Laundromat AU. One day I'll get better at timing. Okay, probably not.
He’d only meant to add a little as a finishing touch, but the flimsy cap on the container of green glitter didn’t seem to care what he wanted, because it fell off after the first gentle dusting and poured its contents over the carefully hand-crafted valentine Kyuhyun had spent the better part of the morning putting together. The frustrated sigh he lets out only serves to stir up the glitter and send it floating every which way- including directly into his eye.
“Ow, ow, oh my God, why?”
Knuckle pressed to his eye, he runs for the sink, nearly clipping his hip on the corner of the kitchen table as he stumbles blindly while trying not to make enough noise to wake up Zhou Mi. He grumbles as quietly as possible, splashing water into his eye until he can blink without feeling like he’s scraping away his cornea.
Crisis averted, Kyuhyun gathers up the valentine and up-ends the rest of the spilled glitter into the garbage can. He then takes a wet paper towel to the table and scrubs off as much of the mess as he can, tossing it into the garbage as well. That had not gone as spectacularly as planned. Then again, neither had gluing the ribbon, a burn to the side of his finger serving as evidence of his inability to wield a glue gun. Although, the real trouble had come when he’d tried getting his sore finger unstuck from the construction paper. That had required the most creativity of the entire ordeal.
“You’d better appreciate this.” he scowls at the lopsided heart, flicking stray flecks of glitter from the construction paper, lamenting his inability to just buy a gift and save his pride, until he hears footsteps on the stairs and freezes. He had set an alarm to wake up Zhou Mi, and also to serve as a warning signal, but it definitely had not gone off yet because there’d been no tell-tale thud as it was thrown against the floor. But the steps are getting closer, he tries to think fast as the sound of his name articulated around a yawn filters in from the next room.
It comes down to his inability to fit into any of the cupboards and unwillingness to try the fridge.
As suavely as possible, Kyuhyun poses himself beside the table, still-drying valentine partially covered with one hand, the other... scratching his head? He coughs. “Hi.”
“Good morning.” Zhou Mi smiles, soft and halfway asleep. Kyuhyun prays he will go for the kettle before a kiss but he knows he’s hoping against the odds. Zhou Mi pauses as he leans in, head cocked to the side, fingertip swiping light over Kyuhyun’s cheekbone. “What- is that glitter?”
Left with no other option, Kyuhyun grabs him by the shoulders and, very narrowly avoiding breaking both of their noses, he tilts his head and sticks his tongue halfway down Zhou Mi's throat. A muffled sound of surprise is all he gets from Zhou Mi as he settles his hands on Kyuhyun’s hips. He tries to keep Zhou Mi busy, nipping at his bottom lip, one hand combing through his hair while he gropes around behind himself for the valentine with the other. Just as Zhou Mi’s hand curves around the corner of his jaw, Kyuhyun catches a fingertip on an edge of lace. And for a second he’d almost rather push his luck and stay right where he is, but if he does that there’s no way he’ll be able to ditch the valentine without Zhou Mi seeing, the construction paper already covered in things that are like homing devices to Zhou Mi. Sequined monstrosity in hand, he realises he has only one choice. Regretfully, he pulls back gasping and flashes a nervous grin, “Okay well, so. Good morning.”
Zhou Mi smiles slow and sweet, voice almost a purr, “Kui Xian, what are you hiding?”
“Um, nothing.”
“Kui Xian. Did you...”
He bolts, running for the bedroom with Zhou Mi on his heels and goddamn his long legs; he pants taking the stairs two at a time, valentine clutched to his chest, tacky glue probably sticking it there. He really hadn't planned much farther than getting into the room and getting the door closed, and even that doesn't work out for him. His heels dig into the floor, shoulder aiding his hands in leaning all his body weight against the door between him and Zhou Mi, trying to push it closed as Zhou Mi works to push it open. Kyuhyun sees Zhou Mi's fingers curling around the door while he pleads, voice strained, “Kui Xian c'mon let me in, I won't laugh, I promise.”
Kyuhyun grunts a negative answer but gives up on pushing the door closed, Zhou Mi's fingers (and the things he can do with them) worth just a little bit more than his pride. However, just when he steps away from the door, Zhou Mi shoves at it and ends up tumbling head over heels into the bedroom. Kyuhyun wisely uses that time to glance around the room in a panic, hoping a decent hiding spot jumps out at him. But Zhou Mi's recovery time is startlingly short (which makes sense considering how often he trips over himself, Kyuhyun supposes he must be well-practiced) and he's back on his feet, leaving Kyuhyun with no other option aside from the quick leap he tries to take over the bed.
Unfortunately, he hits the mattress face first thanks to Zhou Mi's ‘round-the-knees tackle. Kyuhyun wriggles, feet kicking and hands still clutching the valentine tight as he spits, "Holding. Is. Illegal- Zhou Mi, let go."
He manages to get one leg free and uses a delicate shove of his socked foot in Zhou Mi's face as a surprisingly effective distraction technique; it buys him enough time to scramble over the bed and climb into the closet. He clasps the valentine between his knees and gets a death-grip on the doorknob, pulling it towards himself in preparation for Zhou Mi tugging in the opposite direction. Briefly he wonders if there’s any corner in the apartment he could have backed himself further into. Though really, if worst comes to worst, how much damage could a little glitter do to his digestive tract? He's eaten worse things, Zhou Mi's cooking for instance.
Speaking of which, there's no one trying to yank the door open. Ohoho, he's so not falling for that, clutching the doorknob with renewed strength. A dull thud almost has him jumping back from the door before he hears the familiar sigh that accompanies it, the sound sliding towards the floor. So that's where he went. Maybe if he just keeps quiet...
"Kui Xian? Um. I saw you go in there?"
Kyuhyun bites his lip, pins and needles starting at his fingertips as Zhou Mi continues, slightly muffled voice coming from somewhere around his knees, "And, you know, I won't just forget that you're in there so could you please talk to me? I promise I won't make you come out if you don't want to."
Kyuhyun snorts and freezes, a knock sounding over by his shins, "Kui Xian?"
Game over. "Yes?"
"Hello"
"Hi"
"Are you okay?"
"Fine." And oh God, his voice had not cracked like that since he was fifteen. He sighs and pushes aside a few boxes, making some room to sit. This could take a while.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No, of course not." This is going so so so well; he stifles a groan in his hands.
"Is this about the uh- the-"
"Don't say it!" he snaps
"Well could I at least maybe see it?"
"I don't know." he hedges, fingers curling and uncurling anxiously, blinking sightlessly in the dark at where he assumes the glittery heart sits at his feet. He'd thought it was a good idea but now he just feels really, really stupid and mostly lame. Who even makes valentines anymore? It’s a holiday that should be celebrated with roses and imported chocolates and tiny little rocks that cost about as much as his college education, not a mangled arts and crafts project. Zhou Mi shifts slightly and the strip of light from under the door sweeps over the valentine, catching an iridescent fleck and bouncing the reflected light around the confined space. Zhou Mi’s worth more than construction paper and sequins.
"Kui Xian?"
"Yeah?"
"Nothing, just wanted to make sure the oxygen hadn't run out in there."
He laughs, leaning his head against a shirt that smells faintly of Zhou Mi's cologne, burying his face in it with one last fortifying inhale before he kicks the valentine under the door. He’d meant to listen for even the slightest hint of laughter or malice, but then he remembers who it is on the other side of the door, and even then he can’t make out what exactly it is that he hears in the soft tone of Zhou Mi's voice when he finally speaks, "If you're not going to come out, then can I come in?"
Halfway hoping Zhou Mi doesn’t hear him, he mumbles a yes. But not a second later a sliver of light stretches across him as Zhou Mi scrambles into the closet, closing the door behind himself. Of course it’s a little crowded with two grown men squished together, but Kyuhyun doesn’t really think Zhou Mi has to be that far into his lap for the both of them to fit. Or squeezing him quite that tightly, he gasps out, "Cracking my ribs-" and is able to suck in a breath after Zhou Mi's startled oh and subsequent release. But he stays right where he is, lanky legs straddling Kyuhyun’s hips.
"Sorry, I just-" and there it is again, that something hiding in Zhou Mi's voice, sending Kyuhyun's stomach clenching, mind racing with explanations he doesn’t really like. He fumbles in the dark for Zhou Mi's hand, and upon finding it, he also locates the source of all his recent problems. Even at the grasping clutch of Kyuhyun’s fingers, Zhou Mi doesn’t let go of the wrinkled paper, catching Kyuhyun’s fingers with his opposite hand instead.
“It’s just a dumb thing, you don’t have to keep it. I don’t really know why-”
He’s cut off as Zhou Mi’s mouth almost meets his, a kiss halfway on his lips, halfway on his chin and then Zhou Mi’s adjusting and Kyuhyun’s meeting him midway and it’s all kinds of perfect.
“Thank you.”
And normally Kyuhyun would stick that right under phatic communication and be done with it, but even he’s able to read the sincerity practically dripping off Zhou Mi. In the dark he can’t see a reason why he shouldn’t lean back in to Zhou Mi’s mouth, kissing him until he can feel his smile against his lips. He should’ve known Zhou Mi would see something dumb like a hand-made valentine as utterly priceless. But then he thinks, Zhou Mi’s laugh ringing breathless and delighted in his ears and humming against his mouth, he can sort of understand the feeling.
“So, um, the purple blob, is that supposed to be-“
“-Yes. Look, if you don’t like it I’ll take it back and give it to someone who will appreciate my artistic genius.”
“I appreciate it! I appreciate it!”
“I also injured myself making that for you.” He sniffs, disentangling their fingers and raising his hand carefully between them, still unable to make out exactly where Zhou Mi’s face is but also pretty sure that it’s probably not very romantic to stick your finger in someone’s eye.
“I’ll kiss it better then.” Zhou Mi laughs.
“That’s a start I guess.” Kyuhyun sighs, very much put-upon when Zhou Mi grabs around his wrist. Just as Kyuhyun feels the heat of Zhou Mi’s breath against his hand, he tugs away, thinking better of it and going for his belt buckle instead. But all that gets him is a punch to the shoulder.
“You’re terrible.”
“Not what you said the other night~”
It takes a few tries but Kyuhyun eventually seals his mouth to Zhou Mi’s and proceeds to kiss him until he gets that little sound out of him that he likes so much. Just as Zhou Mi’s fingers are twisting in the material of his shirt, mouth open and hot against Kyuhyun’s, the alarm finally goes off with an ear piercing clang. Zhou Mi startles so hard he falls back out of Kyuhyun’s lap and lands against the closet door, which swings open and dumps him out onto the bedroom floor. Kyuhyun crawls over and pats Zhou Mi on the stomach, “Smooth.”
Kyuhyun flops down onto their unmade bed, considering stealing back the chocolates he’d left on the stand which Zhou Mi had not even noticed. Zhou Mi simply groans and struggles over to the nightstand, tugging the alarm clock down off of it and smacking it about seven or eight times until it eventually quiets. He turns to Kyuhyun with a sigh and in the sunlit bedroom Kyuhyun is able to see that somehow Zhou Mi has also managed to get glitter smeared over the lower half of his face. He yanks Zhou Mi up onto the bed and pulls him back against the pillows, reaching for his phone and holding it aloft in front of them, watching Zhou Mi light up at the suggestion of a selca.
He snaps a quick shot of them, heads tilted together and smiling, but frowns at the resulting photo, “Make a better face.”
“A better? Kui Xian, that’s- I only have one face.” Zhou Mi slaps a hand over Kyuhyun’s mouth, covering his smug smile and muffling his smart response. “Fine, we’ll try again.”
Kyuhyun licks at Zhou Mi’s palm and quickly positions the camera, squishing his face against Zhou Mi’s and catching both his own grin and Zhou Mi’s laugh. He doesn’t bother checking the picture, there’s no way that one won’t be a keeper.
(Zhou Mi’s fidgeting on the couch a little while later, still clutching the valentine, worrying the ribbon as he asks, “So um, what’s all this for anyway?”
Kyuhyun puts the remote down, calmly, before he can give into the steadily increasing urge to bludgeon himself to death with it. “What?”
“The, um, the- this?” Zhou Mi coughs lightly and holds up his valentine.
“Do you know what day today is?”
“Thursday?” He says it like he’s not even entirely sure it’s a day of the week anymore.
“Nothing special about today? You haven’t noticed any increase in romantic commercials or flower stands or sales on chocolate or jewellery or, I dunno, the color pink?”
“But I notice those things everyday, Kui Xian?”
“Right.” Well, Kyuhyun picks up the remote once more and settles back resignedly against Zhou Mi’s side, he can’t really argue that.)
A/N II: As usual, thanks to blahnicity and everyone else who stopped me from scrapping this midway through March rofl Also, er I'm night-blind, after it gets to a certain point of dimness, I'm virtually useless. so while Kyuhyun is in the closet (hurhurhur) um I sort of have nothing to go on but an inability to see just about anything ;; sorry if it's all awkward and shit idek. SUPER SUPER FUCKING LATE ON COMMENTS ;~; I'm using the majority of my spare time trying to catch up on unfinished fic. Ask my poor flist, I've been neglecting the fuck out of them lately, too ;~; But comments are always appreciated and treasured so don't let my idiocy and general fail discourage you from leaving feedback. I promise I'll hit you up as soon as possible ♥
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS ENTIRE FIC IS TESTAMENT TO HOW UTTERLY FAIL I AM AT BEING ON TIME /DIES You ever get that feeling you're completely forgetting to mention/attach/do something? idek anymore ;~; I REMEMBERED:
if you're wondering about the placement of this in the AU: any asides are events that don't affect the main timeline. so the deciding factor, oddly enough, is not length. the simple fact that they have a kitchen table in this, means it can't actually be considered an installment since their kitchen table met an unfortunate end in the main series, and its reappearance would mean that the placement of this fic would end up affecting the timeline. if none of that made a damn bit of sense, just think about it like this, all asides pretty much have TWT scribbled in bright red at the top. \o/////