[FIC] Opposite Attraction, ONE-SHOT
Title: Opposite Attraction
Pairing: QMi (MiXian)
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing, crazy innuendos and simply out-of-this-world idea)
Genre: Comedy, Romance, almost Crack
Summary: In China and Korea, they are known as QMi or MiXian or the Koala and the Kangaroo. Behind closed doors, they are known as each other’s worst living nightmare. Or don’t they?
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“I don’t know what’s worse than this: pretending to smile because you purposely lean to my side to pretend you’re whispering Korean translation - horrible Korean translation because, thank god, I’m smart to understand the fuck you say - or the fact that you’re smiling with me because apparently you’re enjoying my unseen misery?”
“Oh, I like the last one better because you’re such a slowpoke to understand Mandarin anyway, you idiot. Shit, cameras. Smile to your left. NOW.”
It’d be an understatement if they were dubbed as singers and dancers only because Cho Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi were Asia’s finest first-rated pretenders ever undetected at the face of the showbiz industry. They’d be all smiles and grinning and subtle touching each other in the eyes of the camera but when left alone, they were everything but a sweet pairing - un-QMi.
They were all over each other and not in a sensual, romantic way which we were lead to think. Sadly, it was the complete opposite.
Kyuhyun decided long before that Zhou Mi was just too annoyingly happy - he was bubbly during records, loud when interviewed and - he hated the most - was taller than everyone. Spiteful of height differences, yes. Because he could unreasonable like that. And, oh, had Kyuhyun already mentioned that Zhou Mi was such a girl at all times? He already had of that from Heechul.
Zhou Mi, on the other hand, was convinced that Kyuhyun was just too boring of a member of happy sub-group. There’d also be evenings that Kyuhyun wanted to stay just to play that stupid Starcraft-nerd-thing when he could go out and have fun. He was also cheeky, rude and such a brat that no wondered Ryeowook - nice and sweet Ryeowook - was giving to any of his requests. Spoiled, Zhou Mi was very sure of that of Kyuhyun.
So, in a nutshell: Zhou Mi was the bright, shining sun while Kyuhyun was the quiet, mystifying moon - completely away and unconnected from the other. North and South.
“Will you stop breathing down my neck? Breath on your own bubble, you ass.” This, and was followed by a hidden elbow-jab on the side but Zhou Mi remained indifferent, leaning in and deliberately annoying his seatmate, grinning oh-so-pleasantly-sarcastic next.
“What, you think I’m enjoying this?” Zhou Mi quietly seethed but wore a smile and Kyuhyun was sure there was a vein ready to bloody pop on the both of them. “I’d rather much be this close to Yesung-hyung than you and your little bratty attitud-
“Kui Xian! Zhou Mi! Any words to your fans at China who’s watching you now? You guys are very close, aren’t you? Maybe there are times Kui Xian helps Zhou Mi in Korean language and Zhou Mi helps Zhou Mi in Mandarin! Don’t you guys?” The emcee cheered and fans at the audience area went instantly hysteric when the two men smiled, nodding so cutely together.
“Kui Xian needs me to help him understand more of our language and culture.” Zhou Mi quickly flashed a masked smile, squeezing Kyuhyun’s shoulder for good measure, eliciting more squeals. “And we’d like to say that please give more support to our album and activities. We’ll bring you more the real side of us and good music.”
“T-that’s right.” Kyuhyun continued, a little jumbled with Mandarin but he tried anyway, anything to get rid of that sneaky hand on his shoulder by brushing it away sweetly and then holding it, inwardly cursing that this was Hell he was holding and it burned. “Please support us. I love you, my babies”
He was thankful for Hankyung talking again, making the cameras more focused on him. And then on Donghae for saying cunning sweet words and Henry being the laughing stock that he was. When he seemingly shifted from his seat, Kyuhyun made sure he stepped on Zhou Mi fancy shoe and smirking right after like it didn’t happened.
“Haha. Real mature, Kui Xian.” Zhou Mi said sarcastically, ready to do the same when the camera moved to their direction and no revenge ensued, much to Zhou Mi’s disappointment.
Oh well, there was later anyway. Back at their dorms. After work. When no one was around to see how he’d remove Kyuhyun’s PSP battery to throw it out and this would simply drive the younger one up the wall for sure.
No game, no sanity. It was a Kui Xian Code, or some dull thing Zhou Mi learned. Why in the first place they were arranged to be with each other - to stand next with each other - in every SJM thing anyways? The answer would always escape, remained mysterious until it’d drive the two insane if they stick together forever more.
‘This is torture! This is one hell of a torture!’ was all the two could think throughout the interview.
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Zhou Mi knew the trick: show more endearment to the other member and he’d be rooming with the next guy he hugged in front of their manager and Hankyung. He was already preying on Henry - friendly Henry who was like him, unlike some fool he knew until Hankyung grabbed him and shoved him to the fool he pertained, away from Room 314.
“Nope, nope. Your room’s 315 and you’re with Kyuhyun so I won’t have to deal with waking lazy members up. You guys are responsible enough to wake up early, right? Henry sleeps like a log so I’ll be rooming with him to make sure he gets up right.” Hankyung told and closed the door, leaving the two at the corridor while the remaining three - Ryeowook, Donghae and Siwon - gathered themselves in Room 316, oblivious to the horrid look on Zhou Mi’s face and unresponsiveness on Kyuhyun’s.
And then it began.
“Last one to get to the door is NOT getting inside at all!” Kyuhyun said quickly and hauled to their door, with Zhou Mi sprinting after him and resolved of not losing because he was not about to sleep outside while Kyuhyun partied inside. NOT. TONIGHT. HE. WON’T.
Some concerned members rushed outside when noises and grunts and just about everything Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi-mess were presented at the form of two grown men squirming their way inside the little door and got tangled and stuck in the process. Hankyung disapproved and shook his head, muttering incoherently then leaving again because migraine was coming in. Donghae and Ryeowook simply laughed at them.
“You guys are so the best friend of each other!” Donghae remarked before him and Ryeowook were laughing back to their room. The two stared, and then glared and then hmph-ed whilst still stuck on the door, away from the people’s eyes.
“You? Best friend? I’d rather be friends with a fork!”
“Oh, good. Then your fork can stab your ass for being a jack-ASS friend you are.”
“Shut up, Zhou Mi.”
“No, you shut up, Kui Xian!”
“Get off of me! Your legs are so stupid long! You should cut them and offer them to save mother-earth!”
“Then you better fix your pimples to save the entire universe from your orbital blackheads!”
“CLOWN-REJECT!”
“NERD OF THE THIRD DEGREE!”
And this went on for another hour and it was a wonder that no one even bothered to check up on the two. No, wait. There was no need to. After all, Cho Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi looked out for each other, or so they claimed in front of cameras. Their situation was cool, the other members thought-agreed before sleeping the noise, the banter, the on-going and unsuspecting cold-war away.
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“We’ll be taking everyone at a special obstacle course but first, wear the blindfolds first so-Henry, it’s not a bandana! And no, Donghai! Don’t wear it around your neck like a scarf!” Laughter rung pleasantly from on-looking crowds and PD’s but Kyuhyun wasn’t feeling pleasant himself. What the fuckery was this?
Well, Zhou Mi’s not far from that unpleasant feeling either. After hearing those emcees finishing, “Please hold your brother’s hand and we’ll take you there! You in blinds! This is going to be so much fun!” Zhou Mi cringed at the thought of, oh no. This is one’s a bad idea.
And so they were blindfolded, placed next to whoever and Kyuhyun was already 99.9% (and the 1%, he hoped for someone else) sure he was holding Zhou Mi’s hand the moment he felt a ring brushing against his palm.
Why, oh why was he being punished like this? First he learned to do some outdoor activity because it was a China and SJM-thing to do and then next he was holding Zhou Mi’s hand whilst being whisked away in blindfold. It just couldn’t get worse than that, could it?
“You better not have cooties. And I’m so washing my hands after this.” Zhou Mi whispered closed to him, barely audible to the others but not to Kyuhyun and Kyuhyun retracted by kicking the man behind him, smirking after earning himself a, ‘YEOWCH!’
The watchers were laughing, alright, probably amused at the display of brotherly affection that it wasn’t at all.
“Oh yeah? Well, your hand’s all slimey and sweaty and I don’t even want to know the hell kind of moisturizer you use. Probably an expired one. UGH.” Kyuhyun whispered back, tugging the hand to him so Zhou Mi would slip at his footing, stumbling clumsily.
“Hey, you two! Stop playing! We’ll get to the obstacle grounds soon!” One oblivious emcee giggled at the sight of Kyuhyun pulling and tugging and clueless Siwon getting his arms pulled as well. He sent wondering and confused head-tilts because, really, who in the world kept pulling and messing their hand-chains? He’d never guess.
“Okay, we’re here! You may now remove your blindfolds!”
The two had never felt better removing their grip with each other, pushing that annoying hand away. But, uh oh, the cameras were rolling fast and they instantly glued themselves next, sporting smiles and grins and Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun swore that they never get paid enough to put up with this shit.
And, oh yes, this was somewhat their scenario every activities and recordings - standing close, smiling widely and making sure to show a little ‘affection’ or two, or more with each other. Fanservice, it worked. Because it was a MUST according to management. More fanservice, more Yuan or Won for them.
Screw, management, Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun thought at the same time, same moment and they had no idea about in-synch thought-airwaves they shared.
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Ah. Dinner time. It was SJM’s most favourite time of the evening where they could be together in peace and quiet and with Hankyung’s and Ryeowook’s special cooking. Donghae and Henry insisted cooking one night and they ended up paying for Korean Delivery because, apparently, the stove just blew up and that their meal became one biological warfare that couldn’t be taken lightly for - said Henry, together with the Fish. Well, at least they tried convincing it was that.
“The kimchi just crawled away from us!”
“And the dead salmon skittered away like zoom! You wouldn’t believe it!”
Ryeowook sent death-daggers at the two, zipping them up and Hankyung knew that they were so dead when their managers saw this. Oh, well. Might as well eat aplenty before getting beheaded - of course there won’t be any beheading going on. This was the 21st century after all.
“Get that thing away from the plate. This dumpling’s mine.” Kyuhyun quietly threatened; his eyes narrowed at Zhou Mi whose pair of chopsticks was on the same dumpling he had his sticks near to.
“Sorry, I have my eye on this. Get that crab instead; you’ll need it more for that bad skin of yours.” He didn’t flinch, even when Kyuhyun flicked his sticks away and took the dumpling quickly. And with that, Mortal Kombat ensued amidst the happy chit-chattering of the other unsuspecting members at the opposite side of the table.
Zhou Mi shot his chopsticks towards the food, aiming to get it but Kyuhyun managed to pull it away, to pull it close to his mouth. Zhou Mai lunged at him, surprising Kyuhyun that he accidently swung his hand back and threw the chopsticks with the dumpling somewhere. The two watched - in utter despair - their food landing on the wooden floor with a quiet plop.
“Look what you did! Wasting food!” Kyuhyun barked.
“Hey, I’m not the one who here chucked it away! If you just gave it to me like an obedient dongsaeng, this wouldn’t happen!” Zhou Mi countered, reaching for a filled glass to drink because this was draining him like unusual when Kyuhyun swiftly stole it away from his hand. “Okay, you’re seriously being ridiculous.”
“Well, at least I’m not some smile-monster.”
“I’d rather be a smile-monster than an all-nighter dork.”
“Hey, who ate the last dumpling? I haven’t eaten my share!” Henry asked, looking a bit disappointed and he missed to notice that piece of food just behind his chair.
Dinner time was really something, especially when you have two grown men fighting like a couple of kiddies over a piece of meat. What would become of the two?
Nothing, they were sure.
But then, they’d never know until something proved them wrong.
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By the time they finally realized that their polar-to-polar personality actually and unbelievably attracted one another was when rumour spread like wildfire that Zhou Mi was being paired to some female Chinese Artiste and that back to Korea, Kyuhyun was allegedly seeing a young non-celebrity female at some place.
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Kyuhyun thought he was having the best Zhou Mi-free vacation he had but a Chinese channel - Huna-something - flashed Zhou Mi’s face and his nose-glory with another girl’s picture beside him, smiling like the way they did back at interviews with Kyuhyun with him. What the hell was that?
He talked in rapid Mandarin - the reporter, and Kyuhyun tried comprehending as much as he could but he only got ‘Zhou MI,’ ‘Super Junior-M,’ ‘dating’ and those three were enough to boil him like an angry kettle. But, of course, ever the tamed and poised Kyuhyun would not show that. In fact, he’d rather just (kill) turn off the (the reporter) TV, grab his car keys, go out and drink coffee at the nearest cafe he knew.
He was not angry, he repeated one more time.
And he was surprised to see his one classmate of his, enjoying a cup of coffee and Kyuhyun joined her, catching up and not thinking of certain loud and smiley Chinese.
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At Wuhan, Zhou Mi successfully warded off reporters who shoved mics and cameras at him, asking his opinion about the female artiste at Channel-something confessing that her types were the likes of him. He simply smiled; saying that he did enjoy talking to her during one time but, well, singing and SJM were of his priorities. Flattery did things - that was for sure - but he was more of capable of knowing not to say anything scandalous to nosey cameramen.
So, in the end, it was just another rumour that quickly died out in just one day (possible? We know!). It was relief and more when he finally remembered he was on vacation at home -no SJM, no activities and certainly no dreary Kui Xian for a week.
“Oh, time to check my Sina!” With that, he opened his account and what greeted him weren’t his little Honeys’ reply to his last post but ELFs going crazy about a paparazzi shot of Kyuhyun together with a girl in a cafe. In big bold letters, it read: SJ MAKNAE ON A DATE?
Usually, he didn’t care. He shouldn’t care either. But that closeness between him and that girl seemed too close for comfort. Zhou Mi twitched at this. He was supposedly the only one close to the SJ Maknae, not some girl who popped out of nowhere like pretty daisies.
Boy, when Zhou Mi would see Kyuhyun next week, he’d seriously give the Korean a piece of his mind.
And probably of his heart. Or something. Wait, what in the world was he thinking?
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“You’re supposedly tall. Why the fuck I can’t see you? Are you playing me? I’m so leaving you right now.” Kyuhyun said over his cellphone and all the while over-looking crowds and hiding away from they-just-happened-to-be-here fans.
Well if you look properly, you’d probably see me. You can’t seriously miss a tall, good-looking guy like me. I’m wearing white with cap and shades, idiot. Zhou Mi replied, fighting the airport noise and crowd-chattering. Wait, are you the one with the ugly beanie? The brown one? No? Why are you the one picking me up anyway? Wasn’t it Leeteuk-hyung?
“Hyung has work, doy. And my car’s the only one available. Stop complaining. Not unless you find taxis more comfortable than my Kia.” Kyuhyun challenged but not really because he finally saw a familiar back with white top, cap and shades and smiled. “What an awful choice of clothes, Zhou Mi. What are you, going to golf or something?”
Wait, you found me? That’s... quick. Zhou Mi’s tone eased lowly, surprising Kyuhyun because that was something unusual. When he turned around, he saw Kyuhyun standing metres away from him, smiling smugly with one hand inside pants pocket and the other holding his phone to his ear. He was smirking and Zhou Mi should be annoyed but he wasn’t.
“About time.” Kyuhyun told. He was about to turn when Zhou Mi took his arm and made him look at him.
“Didn’t tell me about your little date back last week. Just saw it on the net.” Zhou Mi began a little whispery but all seriousness and Kyuhyun knew what he was talking about. And that reminded him another thing.
“Well, you didn’t tell me about seeing a celebrity either. You must be so in love right now.” Kyuhyun replied wryly than he meant to because, hell, he couldn’t control his tone like how Zhou Mi’s grip on him tightening. The airport noise seemed so distant right now.
Two things ran inside their heads: to deny those reported dating, assure that there was no dating going on and to say something more than that. But were the two ready to reveal something they knew each other would resent? Those eyes were searching for answers, anything. A hint, a spark, something.
And something meant this, much to their surprise.
“Oh my god! Isn’t that Cho Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi!?”
“It’s KYUMIIIII~~~~~!!”
“I can’t believe it! OPPA!!”
And before the two knew it, they were running for their lives and belongings and the thought of confessing pushed back, away from consciousness until they reached Kyuhyun’s cars, drove as fast and left those quivering feelings at the airport.
What would become of the two? Probably something now especially the way Kyuhyun lingered his stare at Zhou Mi than he was supposed to and Zhou Mi didn’t move his hand away when in contact with the other.
Where in the world were these deafening heartbeats coming from anyway?
They swore both that it wasn’t coming from them. But we all know they were just pretending. After all, they were Asia’s finest first-rated pretenders. And they’d pretend they didn’t enjoy the company of the other or how happy it felt when they saw each other after a while.
“WATCH THE ROAD, KUI XIAN!”
“WELL, STOP TOUCHING ME THEN, ZHOU MI!”
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A/N: Oh, it’s done. And it’s, well, I’m not sure how I’d take it. I mean, it’s pretty long than my usual oneshots and I’m seriously cracking up over their love-hate relationship. I don’t think this kind of situations really happen between QMi. But, hey, we could imagine right?
Love me? Leave me cakes?
- Setsu
PS. WHEN THE HELL AM I GOING TO START WRITING QMI/MIXIAN SMUT? Only time would tell... *gets bricked*
PPS. Typos? Grammatical errors? Do tell me because I'm too-ughed to check it properly. KTHXBAI
PPPS. Dedicated to miangel_zezchic and to heijihatsutori and charunde for being total sweethearts during my birthday last Friday!
Pairing: QMi (MiXian)
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing, crazy innuendos and simply out-of-this-world idea)
Genre: Comedy, Romance, almost Crack
Summary: In China and Korea, they are known as QMi or MiXian or the Koala and the Kangaroo. Behind closed doors, they are known as each other’s worst living nightmare. Or don’t they?
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“I don’t know what’s worse than this: pretending to smile because you purposely lean to my side to pretend you’re whispering Korean translation - horrible Korean translation because, thank god, I’m smart to understand the fuck you say - or the fact that you’re smiling with me because apparently you’re enjoying my unseen misery?”
“Oh, I like the last one better because you’re such a slowpoke to understand Mandarin anyway, you idiot. Shit, cameras. Smile to your left. NOW.”
It’d be an understatement if they were dubbed as singers and dancers only because Cho Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi were Asia’s finest first-rated pretenders ever undetected at the face of the showbiz industry. They’d be all smiles and grinning and subtle touching each other in the eyes of the camera but when left alone, they were everything but a sweet pairing - un-QMi.
They were all over each other and not in a sensual, romantic way which we were lead to think. Sadly, it was the complete opposite.
Kyuhyun decided long before that Zhou Mi was just too annoyingly happy - he was bubbly during records, loud when interviewed and - he hated the most - was taller than everyone. Spiteful of height differences, yes. Because he could unreasonable like that. And, oh, had Kyuhyun already mentioned that Zhou Mi was such a girl at all times? He already had of that from Heechul.
Zhou Mi, on the other hand, was convinced that Kyuhyun was just too boring of a member of happy sub-group. There’d also be evenings that Kyuhyun wanted to stay just to play that stupid Starcraft-nerd-thing when he could go out and have fun. He was also cheeky, rude and such a brat that no wondered Ryeowook - nice and sweet Ryeowook - was giving to any of his requests. Spoiled, Zhou Mi was very sure of that of Kyuhyun.
So, in a nutshell: Zhou Mi was the bright, shining sun while Kyuhyun was the quiet, mystifying moon - completely away and unconnected from the other. North and South.
“Will you stop breathing down my neck? Breath on your own bubble, you ass.” This, and was followed by a hidden elbow-jab on the side but Zhou Mi remained indifferent, leaning in and deliberately annoying his seatmate, grinning oh-so-pleasantly-sarcastic next.
“What, you think I’m enjoying this?” Zhou Mi quietly seethed but wore a smile and Kyuhyun was sure there was a vein ready to bloody pop on the both of them. “I’d rather much be this close to Yesung-hyung than you and your little bratty attitud-
“Kui Xian! Zhou Mi! Any words to your fans at China who’s watching you now? You guys are very close, aren’t you? Maybe there are times Kui Xian helps Zhou Mi in Korean language and Zhou Mi helps Zhou Mi in Mandarin! Don’t you guys?” The emcee cheered and fans at the audience area went instantly hysteric when the two men smiled, nodding so cutely together.
“Kui Xian needs me to help him understand more of our language and culture.” Zhou Mi quickly flashed a masked smile, squeezing Kyuhyun’s shoulder for good measure, eliciting more squeals. “And we’d like to say that please give more support to our album and activities. We’ll bring you more the real side of us and good music.”
“T-that’s right.” Kyuhyun continued, a little jumbled with Mandarin but he tried anyway, anything to get rid of that sneaky hand on his shoulder by brushing it away sweetly and then holding it, inwardly cursing that this was Hell he was holding and it burned. “Please support us. I love you, my babies”
He was thankful for Hankyung talking again, making the cameras more focused on him. And then on Donghae for saying cunning sweet words and Henry being the laughing stock that he was. When he seemingly shifted from his seat, Kyuhyun made sure he stepped on Zhou Mi fancy shoe and smirking right after like it didn’t happened.
“Haha. Real mature, Kui Xian.” Zhou Mi said sarcastically, ready to do the same when the camera moved to their direction and no revenge ensued, much to Zhou Mi’s disappointment.
Oh well, there was later anyway. Back at their dorms. After work. When no one was around to see how he’d remove Kyuhyun’s PSP battery to throw it out and this would simply drive the younger one up the wall for sure.
No game, no sanity. It was a Kui Xian Code, or some dull thing Zhou Mi learned. Why in the first place they were arranged to be with each other - to stand next with each other - in every SJM thing anyways? The answer would always escape, remained mysterious until it’d drive the two insane if they stick together forever more.
‘This is torture! This is one hell of a torture!’ was all the two could think throughout the interview.
--
Zhou Mi knew the trick: show more endearment to the other member and he’d be rooming with the next guy he hugged in front of their manager and Hankyung. He was already preying on Henry - friendly Henry who was like him, unlike some fool he knew until Hankyung grabbed him and shoved him to the fool he pertained, away from Room 314.
“Nope, nope. Your room’s 315 and you’re with Kyuhyun so I won’t have to deal with waking lazy members up. You guys are responsible enough to wake up early, right? Henry sleeps like a log so I’ll be rooming with him to make sure he gets up right.” Hankyung told and closed the door, leaving the two at the corridor while the remaining three - Ryeowook, Donghae and Siwon - gathered themselves in Room 316, oblivious to the horrid look on Zhou Mi’s face and unresponsiveness on Kyuhyun’s.
And then it began.
“Last one to get to the door is NOT getting inside at all!” Kyuhyun said quickly and hauled to their door, with Zhou Mi sprinting after him and resolved of not losing because he was not about to sleep outside while Kyuhyun partied inside. NOT. TONIGHT. HE. WON’T.
Some concerned members rushed outside when noises and grunts and just about everything Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi-mess were presented at the form of two grown men squirming their way inside the little door and got tangled and stuck in the process. Hankyung disapproved and shook his head, muttering incoherently then leaving again because migraine was coming in. Donghae and Ryeowook simply laughed at them.
“You guys are so the best friend of each other!” Donghae remarked before him and Ryeowook were laughing back to their room. The two stared, and then glared and then hmph-ed whilst still stuck on the door, away from the people’s eyes.
“You? Best friend? I’d rather be friends with a fork!”
“Oh, good. Then your fork can stab your ass for being a jack-ASS friend you are.”
“Shut up, Zhou Mi.”
“No, you shut up, Kui Xian!”
“Get off of me! Your legs are so stupid long! You should cut them and offer them to save mother-earth!”
“Then you better fix your pimples to save the entire universe from your orbital blackheads!”
“CLOWN-REJECT!”
“NERD OF THE THIRD DEGREE!”
And this went on for another hour and it was a wonder that no one even bothered to check up on the two. No, wait. There was no need to. After all, Cho Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi looked out for each other, or so they claimed in front of cameras. Their situation was cool, the other members thought-agreed before sleeping the noise, the banter, the on-going and unsuspecting cold-war away.
--
“We’ll be taking everyone at a special obstacle course but first, wear the blindfolds first so-Henry, it’s not a bandana! And no, Donghai! Don’t wear it around your neck like a scarf!” Laughter rung pleasantly from on-looking crowds and PD’s but Kyuhyun wasn’t feeling pleasant himself. What the fuckery was this?
Well, Zhou Mi’s not far from that unpleasant feeling either. After hearing those emcees finishing, “Please hold your brother’s hand and we’ll take you there! You in blinds! This is going to be so much fun!” Zhou Mi cringed at the thought of, oh no. This is one’s a bad idea.
And so they were blindfolded, placed next to whoever and Kyuhyun was already 99.9% (and the 1%, he hoped for someone else) sure he was holding Zhou Mi’s hand the moment he felt a ring brushing against his palm.
Why, oh why was he being punished like this? First he learned to do some outdoor activity because it was a China and SJM-thing to do and then next he was holding Zhou Mi’s hand whilst being whisked away in blindfold. It just couldn’t get worse than that, could it?
“You better not have cooties. And I’m so washing my hands after this.” Zhou Mi whispered closed to him, barely audible to the others but not to Kyuhyun and Kyuhyun retracted by kicking the man behind him, smirking after earning himself a, ‘YEOWCH!’
The watchers were laughing, alright, probably amused at the display of brotherly affection that it wasn’t at all.
“Oh yeah? Well, your hand’s all slimey and sweaty and I don’t even want to know the hell kind of moisturizer you use. Probably an expired one. UGH.” Kyuhyun whispered back, tugging the hand to him so Zhou Mi would slip at his footing, stumbling clumsily.
“Hey, you two! Stop playing! We’ll get to the obstacle grounds soon!” One oblivious emcee giggled at the sight of Kyuhyun pulling and tugging and clueless Siwon getting his arms pulled as well. He sent wondering and confused head-tilts because, really, who in the world kept pulling and messing their hand-chains? He’d never guess.
“Okay, we’re here! You may now remove your blindfolds!”
The two had never felt better removing their grip with each other, pushing that annoying hand away. But, uh oh, the cameras were rolling fast and they instantly glued themselves next, sporting smiles and grins and Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun swore that they never get paid enough to put up with this shit.
And, oh yes, this was somewhat their scenario every activities and recordings - standing close, smiling widely and making sure to show a little ‘affection’ or two, or more with each other. Fanservice, it worked. Because it was a MUST according to management. More fanservice, more Yuan or Won for them.
Screw, management, Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun thought at the same time, same moment and they had no idea about in-synch thought-airwaves they shared.
--
Ah. Dinner time. It was SJM’s most favourite time of the evening where they could be together in peace and quiet and with Hankyung’s and Ryeowook’s special cooking. Donghae and Henry insisted cooking one night and they ended up paying for Korean Delivery because, apparently, the stove just blew up and that their meal became one biological warfare that couldn’t be taken lightly for - said Henry, together with the Fish. Well, at least they tried convincing it was that.
“The kimchi just crawled away from us!”
“And the dead salmon skittered away like zoom! You wouldn’t believe it!”
Ryeowook sent death-daggers at the two, zipping them up and Hankyung knew that they were so dead when their managers saw this. Oh, well. Might as well eat aplenty before getting beheaded - of course there won’t be any beheading going on. This was the 21st century after all.
“Get that thing away from the plate. This dumpling’s mine.” Kyuhyun quietly threatened; his eyes narrowed at Zhou Mi whose pair of chopsticks was on the same dumpling he had his sticks near to.
“Sorry, I have my eye on this. Get that crab instead; you’ll need it more for that bad skin of yours.” He didn’t flinch, even when Kyuhyun flicked his sticks away and took the dumpling quickly. And with that, Mortal Kombat ensued amidst the happy chit-chattering of the other unsuspecting members at the opposite side of the table.
Zhou Mi shot his chopsticks towards the food, aiming to get it but Kyuhyun managed to pull it away, to pull it close to his mouth. Zhou Mai lunged at him, surprising Kyuhyun that he accidently swung his hand back and threw the chopsticks with the dumpling somewhere. The two watched - in utter despair - their food landing on the wooden floor with a quiet plop.
“Look what you did! Wasting food!” Kyuhyun barked.
“Hey, I’m not the one who here chucked it away! If you just gave it to me like an obedient dongsaeng, this wouldn’t happen!” Zhou Mi countered, reaching for a filled glass to drink because this was draining him like unusual when Kyuhyun swiftly stole it away from his hand. “Okay, you’re seriously being ridiculous.”
“Well, at least I’m not some smile-monster.”
“I’d rather be a smile-monster than an all-nighter dork.”
“Hey, who ate the last dumpling? I haven’t eaten my share!” Henry asked, looking a bit disappointed and he missed to notice that piece of food just behind his chair.
Dinner time was really something, especially when you have two grown men fighting like a couple of kiddies over a piece of meat. What would become of the two?
Nothing, they were sure.
But then, they’d never know until something proved them wrong.
--
By the time they finally realized that their polar-to-polar personality actually and unbelievably attracted one another was when rumour spread like wildfire that Zhou Mi was being paired to some female Chinese Artiste and that back to Korea, Kyuhyun was allegedly seeing a young non-celebrity female at some place.
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Kyuhyun thought he was having the best Zhou Mi-free vacation he had but a Chinese channel - Huna-something - flashed Zhou Mi’s face and his nose-glory with another girl’s picture beside him, smiling like the way they did back at interviews with Kyuhyun with him. What the hell was that?
He talked in rapid Mandarin - the reporter, and Kyuhyun tried comprehending as much as he could but he only got ‘Zhou MI,’ ‘Super Junior-M,’ ‘dating’ and those three were enough to boil him like an angry kettle. But, of course, ever the tamed and poised Kyuhyun would not show that. In fact, he’d rather just (kill) turn off the (the reporter) TV, grab his car keys, go out and drink coffee at the nearest cafe he knew.
He was not angry, he repeated one more time.
And he was surprised to see his one classmate of his, enjoying a cup of coffee and Kyuhyun joined her, catching up and not thinking of certain loud and smiley Chinese.
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At Wuhan, Zhou Mi successfully warded off reporters who shoved mics and cameras at him, asking his opinion about the female artiste at Channel-something confessing that her types were the likes of him. He simply smiled; saying that he did enjoy talking to her during one time but, well, singing and SJM were of his priorities. Flattery did things - that was for sure - but he was more of capable of knowing not to say anything scandalous to nosey cameramen.
So, in the end, it was just another rumour that quickly died out in just one day (possible? We know!). It was relief and more when he finally remembered he was on vacation at home -no SJM, no activities and certainly no dreary Kui Xian for a week.
“Oh, time to check my Sina!” With that, he opened his account and what greeted him weren’t his little Honeys’ reply to his last post but ELFs going crazy about a paparazzi shot of Kyuhyun together with a girl in a cafe. In big bold letters, it read: SJ MAKNAE ON A DATE?
Usually, he didn’t care. He shouldn’t care either. But that closeness between him and that girl seemed too close for comfort. Zhou Mi twitched at this. He was supposedly the only one close to the SJ Maknae, not some girl who popped out of nowhere like pretty daisies.
Boy, when Zhou Mi would see Kyuhyun next week, he’d seriously give the Korean a piece of his mind.
And probably of his heart. Or something. Wait, what in the world was he thinking?
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“You’re supposedly tall. Why the fuck I can’t see you? Are you playing me? I’m so leaving you right now.” Kyuhyun said over his cellphone and all the while over-looking crowds and hiding away from they-just-happened-to-be-here fans.
Well if you look properly, you’d probably see me. You can’t seriously miss a tall, good-looking guy like me. I’m wearing white with cap and shades, idiot. Zhou Mi replied, fighting the airport noise and crowd-chattering. Wait, are you the one with the ugly beanie? The brown one? No? Why are you the one picking me up anyway? Wasn’t it Leeteuk-hyung?
“Hyung has work, doy. And my car’s the only one available. Stop complaining. Not unless you find taxis more comfortable than my Kia.” Kyuhyun challenged but not really because he finally saw a familiar back with white top, cap and shades and smiled. “What an awful choice of clothes, Zhou Mi. What are you, going to golf or something?”
Wait, you found me? That’s... quick. Zhou Mi’s tone eased lowly, surprising Kyuhyun because that was something unusual. When he turned around, he saw Kyuhyun standing metres away from him, smiling smugly with one hand inside pants pocket and the other holding his phone to his ear. He was smirking and Zhou Mi should be annoyed but he wasn’t.
“About time.” Kyuhyun told. He was about to turn when Zhou Mi took his arm and made him look at him.
“Didn’t tell me about your little date back last week. Just saw it on the net.” Zhou Mi began a little whispery but all seriousness and Kyuhyun knew what he was talking about. And that reminded him another thing.
“Well, you didn’t tell me about seeing a celebrity either. You must be so in love right now.” Kyuhyun replied wryly than he meant to because, hell, he couldn’t control his tone like how Zhou Mi’s grip on him tightening. The airport noise seemed so distant right now.
Two things ran inside their heads: to deny those reported dating, assure that there was no dating going on and to say something more than that. But were the two ready to reveal something they knew each other would resent? Those eyes were searching for answers, anything. A hint, a spark, something.
And something meant this, much to their surprise.
“Oh my god! Isn’t that Cho Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi!?”
“It’s KYUMIIIII~~~~~!!”
“I can’t believe it! OPPA!!”
And before the two knew it, they were running for their lives and belongings and the thought of confessing pushed back, away from consciousness until they reached Kyuhyun’s cars, drove as fast and left those quivering feelings at the airport.
What would become of the two? Probably something now especially the way Kyuhyun lingered his stare at Zhou Mi than he was supposed to and Zhou Mi didn’t move his hand away when in contact with the other.
Where in the world were these deafening heartbeats coming from anyway?
They swore both that it wasn’t coming from them. But we all know they were just pretending. After all, they were Asia’s finest first-rated pretenders. And they’d pretend they didn’t enjoy the company of the other or how happy it felt when they saw each other after a while.
“WATCH THE ROAD, KUI XIAN!”
“WELL, STOP TOUCHING ME THEN, ZHOU MI!”
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A/N: Oh, it’s done. And it’s, well, I’m not sure how I’d take it. I mean, it’s pretty long than my usual oneshots and I’m seriously cracking up over their love-hate relationship. I don’t think this kind of situations really happen between QMi. But, hey, we could imagine right?
Love me? Leave me cakes?
- Setsu
PS. WHEN THE HELL AM I GOING TO START WRITING QMI/MIXIAN SMUT? Only time would tell... *gets bricked*
PPS. Typos? Grammatical errors? Do tell me because I'm too-ughed to check it properly. KTHXBAI
PPPS. Dedicated to miangel_zezchic and to heijihatsutori and charunde for being total sweethearts during my birthday last Friday!