[FIC] Next Door, Next to You, CH6
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With the way he desperately reached for him just so he could mesh their mouths again with more force and desperation, Kyuhyun was sure that ‘he’ wasn’t the one over there kissing Zhou Mi. It was obviously another Kyuhyun, another being not Kyuhyun himself, quivering at Zhou Mi’s touches and nips and moaning shamelessly like that. Cho Kyuhyun did not moan, or so that was how he believed it.
But then who was that another person who looked exactly like him? Who was that other Kyuhyun fisting Zhou Mi’s orange hair while the taller was grazing his lips on exposed neck down to collarbone down to his chest, gracefully unbuttoning the shirt to reveal more skin? Zhou Mi was pressed firmly, pressed fittingly against Kyuhyun and rubbing down on him like that sparked more hitching breaths and quiet gasping and definitely more moaning.
Where were they anyway? Everything around just seemed blurry and surreal - even the thing right in front of him was unbelievable - that the only images he could make of was ‘him’ and Zhou Mi doing the impossible intimacy.
“I want you like this, shaking under me as if trying to control when you know that you can’t. I like it when you try not to look like it but I know you want me to desperately touch you so badly. Oh, Kui Xian, don’t resist and just give in and let me love you.” The illusory Zhou Mi told ‘him’ and Kyuhyun was sure that he saw ‘himself’ flushing ten-folds than he could allow before slipping arms around Zhou Mi and pulling him for another kiss - this time ‘him’ greedily suckling on another’s lips and tongue and Kyuhyun knew that this - THIS - wasn’t happening.
The other Kyuhyun just braced himself when Zhou Mi’s hand lowered until it reached a certain zipper and sliding it down so painfully slow. Kyuhyun gulped and was stunned and too shocked to move but the other ‘him’ was simply complying, shooting ‘his’ head back with closed eyes and parted lips and breathing unevenly, “Zhou Mi, d-don’t you fucking t-tease me.”
And Zhou Mi simply smirked, satisfaction written all over him that when he started kneading and groping and just plainly cupping the angle between ‘his’ legs that sent Kyuhyun bolting towards the two, reaching for them to pull them apart when he felt his body crashed on the floor with his legs tangling with the bed-sheet and his pillow was suddenly sitting on his head. He was blinking back into reality.
For a moment there was silence and Kyuhyun tried calming down his racing heart. “Shit, a dream? A-ah... no way... “
Over there, by the wall right in front of him was the digital clock that glowed 3:36AM - not the typical time to be awakened but fuck this and his uncomfortable feeling down his pants. As much as Kyuhyun denied it, the proof was there and visible and so obvious - that tent on his clothed crotch and the hot tingling sensation coursing his body.
Oh, great. Now he was having sexy dreams about Zhou Mi? What perfect timing when he and that Chinese model-to-be just parted awkwardly the last time. Kyuhyun had yet to deal with that since it bugged him until it annoyed him and tried to sleep it away and got this instead. If dreaming Zhou Mi was giving him signs already, it should be crystal clear what he should do and not avoid it - sort out his feelings for him.
What was Zhou Mi to him?
Sure, Zhou Mi was good-looking - too good-looking, actually, that after entering that agency of his, it made him hotter than possible. He was caring and dotting, like Hankyung but unlike Hankyung, Zhou Mi was physically there 24/7, even after cafe-hours in the evening to morning before going to school.
He made dishes - all sorts of it. From sandwiches from full-blown lunches which tasted startlingly great for a male. Zhou Mi was simply amazing from the inside to out.
And who was there when Kyuhyun needed to deal with his controlling parents? Zhou Mi knew nothing and yet stayed by his side until he could. He held him like no other and touched him like he was a fragile stone. Kyuhyun occasionally barked at the older but the latter just sent him smiles as if he liked, as if he found it endearing. Who insane guy found that adorably sweet? Certainly, Zhou Mi and his infinite patience - like his infinitely long legs.
Then he finally got along with Heechul and the others. There was no like him before, even after Kyuhyun started living alone, no one came close to him as what Zhou Mi did - charging straight at him without fear and just showed assuring smiles and showering optimism like the sun. The only time he saw Zhou Mi weak was the first day of model training when Kyuhyun didn’t know what to do. Right then, Zhou Mi changed.
His voice was another thing Kyuhyun thought about because it was beautiful and comforting and strong all the same. It was as if confidence at its unconventional form showing up when Zhou Mi stood there and sang while staring at Kyuhyun, absorbing him.
Life, with Zhou Mi, showered colours that were in blacks and whites before. Next to his door was a neighbour, was man who was purely made out of stars and spectrum of hues. Next to Zhou Mi was a rollercoaster of emotions Kyuhyun never knew existed, never knew he’d feel.
Zhou Mi to him was... Zhou Mi for Cho Kyuhyun. A person fitted for another - a missing puzzle piece for the jigsaw that was Kyuhyun’s life. And funny was that it made him realize that only now when he dreamt of Zhou Mi touching him, kissing him, whispering naughty things to his ears.
Love surely displayed in weird ways, Kyuhyun mused as he laid flat on the floor with legs still on the edge of the bed and he was sure he wasn’t going to get any sleep now, now that it was passed four in the morning. He needed to see Zhou Mi soon and patch things up and maybe more.
“Ah, crap. That model thing.”
Oh, yeah. He totally had forgotten about that.
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“You looked like you got run over by a truck... then get re-run over because the driver’s insane and he hated you and your awful taste in clothes. What the fuck happened to you? You can’t show yourself like that to the customers!” Heechul screeched at the sight of a somewhat drunkard Kyuhyun putting on his apron over another case of mismatched clothing. Donghae was next to him, poking him with a stick because he was wondering how Kyuhyun could move when he was all boney and looking sickly like that? Getting run over by a truck was understatement; Kyuhyun looked horrible like a zombie gone wrong at one point of experimentation.
“Thanks, I’ll make sure to sign up for Fashion 101 the next time and maybe I’ll give that driver a piece of my mind or two. Oh, and I’m happy to see you too, sir.” Kyuhyun said dryly, before trudging outside to prepare tables and napkins. Donghae simply looked at him, worried, and it was never a good view to watch a sad Donghae for Heechul. Or an overly-tired Kyuhyun.
“He looked like he hasn’t had a good sleep. Must be school? We should prepare him caffeine or he’d be greeting everyone like that as if he was the living dead.” Donghae said, all serious written across his face and Heechul had never agreed more.
“Go and tell Shindong to make something. I’ll keep that boy company because he needs it, obviously. Aish.”
“Sure, hyung.”
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Closing time came swiftly and with no Zhou Mi making jokes and talking loudly to Heechul about bags and beauty tips or getting swooned over by patrons and customers, everything around Kyuhyun seemed a little empty. There was no tall man blocking his way or cooing at him during cleaning period and playing to distract Donghae and Shindong. There was no man artificially producing shining sun-rays during the evening either.
It was just a measly absence that drove Kyuhyun on the edge, especially now that he needed to confront the model-to-be and say things that were rehearsed and well thought of. The hours stretched longer than normal and Kyuhyun grew more anxious at the result. What would happen? How would Zhou Mi react? Would Zhou Mi still hold him after he was pushed away? So many questions with no definite answers.
And those answers will only be revealed tomorrow, after class hours, after cafe-hours, when he and Zhou Mi would be walking back to their place, taking the same route and the same road with now a different feeling.
“Oh, we’re closed now, miss. Please come back an-
Kyuhyun was too into his world that he missed a rushing figure from door to him and launching straight at his chest and was squealing and sobbing in delight. Instead of seeing the usual orange hair - how he hoped - he was staring at black manes - silky, smooth and long.
Donghae, by the main door, just stared at Kyuhyun, surprised. But Kyuhyun was more of it when the person squeezed him tighter and screaming so loudly, “Cho Kyuhyun! I finally found you! I’m so glad that I tried this shop!”
Who the hell, was what that ran inside Kyuhyun’s mind and all he got was a sweetly smile by a young lady, sparkling eyes and happy demeanour at his arms.
Not a single bit Kyuhyun liked it. And this evening couldn’t get any worse.
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“Will you stop following me? I don’t know you and it’s clearly a big mistake of you coming here.” Kyuhyun told the nth time but Minah Kim wasn’t listening until they reached Kyuhyun’s pad with the young lady still tailing from behind. She had that relentless look on her face and clutched on her purse when Kyuhyun let out a frustrating sigh. “Don’t tell me my parents sent you here.”
“The one and only. You’re my boyfriend, they said.” She paused before adding, “And they even said you’re handsome, good-natured, polite and quiet and shy, accommodating and... actually, I think you’re the complete opposite. Except for the handsome part though.” Minah Kim ended with a smile. “Go out with me?”
Go out? Was she kidding? There was no way Kyuhyun would give in with his parents’ order again. When would they get the hint that Kyuhyun was fine living alone and finishing school? The nerve sending a girl - the Kim’s darling little girl - to him without them saying anything!
“You’re being played at, have you realized that? Your parents and mine are just being stupid for arranged marriage that I’m clearly against at. Go date someone you like and don’t bother me again.”
“But you’re the one I like. I decided five minutes ago. Feisty guys are hot.”
“Well, I don’t. And pushy girls are annoying. Leave.”
He was ready to go away with the persistent lady and just snuggle up to his bed and dream of Zhou Mi again when Minah Kim took his arm, pulled him back and then turned him for a kiss on the lips. It had Kyuhyun stunned for a moment and nothing registered properly except for a sound that seemed like something had been dropped on the floor. His peripheral vision made of a standing figure by the stairs and only when he retracted harshly and angrily from Minah’s mouth by pushing her shoulders away that he realized who it was watching them.
It was him, alright. Zhou Mi. Clad in new trench-coat, that nerdy glasses by the bridge of his big nose and beautiful orange hair and by his feet were packages that stuck out kangaroo and koala plushies, sprawled on the ground. He wasn’t wearing his trademark smile and instead gaped and looked shaken, almost tearing-up.
That was then it hit Kyuhyun. “I-It’s not what you think-WAIT!!”
Zhou Mi took off, his things and belongings spreading a mess by the floor and Kyuhyun was ready as well (to knock some sense into Zhou Mi to whatever he mistook at) but Minah’s grip on his arm ceased him running after. “Don’t go! Please, don’t!”
That was then Kyuhyun brushed her hands away, upset, and all the more worried as each second passed, as each Zhou Mi’s step took. “Don’t you still get it? I don’t like you. I like that person who runs off with stupid ideas on his head, all thanks to you. If you know what’s better for you, I suggest you stop bugging a recently-discovered gay man’s life and go away!”
Her gawking expression and wide eyes were enough to tell what was running through her head but Kyuhyun didn’t give a damn and bolted away to where Zhou Mi was even though he was clueless where. He just knew one thing for sure - get Zhou Mi back.
Kyuhyun missed the note that fluttered next to the kangaroo and koala plush toys at the floor. It was written in poor Hangul penmanship but understandable still and had added cutesy designs and hearts but the text was more important than anything.
Kui Xian, I’m really sorry about yesterday. Forgive me? I bear you apology gifts from the modeling payment I got. By the way, I’m the Koala, just so you know. Kkkkkkk~ - Zhou Mi
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A/N: Ah. It’s nearing conclusion and I seriously feel like I’m writing some sappy romance fic. And it’d be cheesier when I write it on ZH’s POV. I kid you not. I’m such darn sap. Can someone hit me with a pan or something? Don’t worry. I’m THIS close writing QMi smut. That is, if anyone wants filthy top!mi and snarkily submissive!kyu? *kekekekeke*
And, oh, because someone out there with a good-nature personality and shameless talent provided me a wonderful dose of QMi smut, I shall dedicate this chapter to you, remixied. Go and UNF with her work! IT'S SO HOT AND PURDY AND QMI-gasmic~