You and Me
Title: You and Me (Super Junior M/Shinee Crossover)
Author: akiko555
Rating: Pg-13
Genre: Fluff/Romance/Comedy
Pairing: Jongkey
A/N: You ever hear the song "You and Me" by Suju M, written by Zhou Mi? One would wonder where his inspiration for the lovey lyrics came from...thanks so much to imhappi for beta-ing!
Zhou Mi had gotten into a strange habit of dubbing every day’s weather with a song. That day it was “Happiness” by his fellow members, for the sun was shining, birds singing, children frolicking…
Sadly enough, Zhou Mi wasn’t a part of the shining, singing nor the frolicking since: One, they were in the middle of China, and two, it wasn’t a good idea to waltz out of their dorms into the public. He shuddered as his eardrums throbbed momentarily at the memory of glass-shattering fangirl screams.
The man took one final longing look out the window (feeling a touch of maniacal pleasure when one of the frolicking children fell and started bawling) and sighed, deciding to entertain himself by bothering conversing with the other members of Super Junior M.
A loud “Fuck!” came from one of the closed doors. Zhou Mi had found his victim person of entertainment. He knew Kyuhyun well, he was undoubtedly playing some bloody, gruesome computer game, decapitating zombies and- “It doesn't rhyme!” His thought process halted. Well, that’s new.
Confused by what kind of strange video game incorporated rhyming with the machetes and rifles he knew the younger member to be so fond of, Zhou Mi walked into the room (without knocking, much to Kyuhyun’s irritation).
“What do you want, Zhou Mi?! I’m not in the mood to play ‘Tea Party’ with you again,” he said with a threatening undertone. Being Zhou Mi however, his brain filtered out all warnings of male PMS symptoms.
“Kui Xian, what are you doing?” He inquired curiously as Kyuhyun closed his eyes for a few seconds, audibly grinding his teeth (who knew all too well that Zhou Mi wouldn’t leave until his boredom was satisfied after a good laugh or in possession of particularly nasty blackmail).
He quickly concluded that the quickest way to get rid of the aloof-looking menace would be to tell the truth, choosing the lesser of two evils.
“It’s Leeteuk-hyung and Sungmin-hyung…and some others,” he said with badly-concealed exasperation, “They say I look…unemotional…when I’m singing.”
Turning hopefully back to the oh-so-blank laptop screen, Kyuhyun realized that Zhou Mi showed no sign of leaving or comprehending what he had said.
“Basically they say I look like dead when I sing, ok? So now they want me to write a song so I can ‘properly convey my emotions and some other crap,” Kyuhyun rephrased with a roll of his eyes and exaggerated air quotations.
Quickly nodding and laughing melodically, Zhou Mi sat on a bed across from Kyuhyun’s, blissfully unaware of the other members glower and huff of indignation.
“So, how is it?” he asked, though he clearly knew what the answer already was. Zhou Mi wasn’t as much as the ‘smiling idiot’ as many assumed him to be; his ‘naïve blankness’ grant him many slacking and torment entertainment privileges.
Kyuhyun’s lips stretched into such a thin line that Zhou Mi had an abnormally hard time maintaining his façade. “It’s friggin’ hard, you idiot. Wonder how long it would take you to write a song…”
Though Kyuhyun had never intended to challenge Zhou Mi (and nearly dropped his laptop in shock when the other man sprung up and sprinted out the door) he was relieved that the man would finally leave him with the haunting memories of his past girlfriends and one-sided love as he attempted, for the billionth time, to conjure up romantic lyrics.
***
Zhou Mi wanted to choke a bitch.
It hadn’t started out quite so frustrating; only once his first pen dried up, second pen exploded on his favorite pink shirt, and third pen snapped in half after trying to find a lyric to follow ‘flying unicorns’, did Zhou Mi reluctantly come to his conclusion.
As little as he would have liked to admit it, Kyuhyun was one hundred percent correct: Lyric writing was friggin’ hard.
Fortunately, being the oh-so-optimistic-sunshine-lollipops-and-rainbows-Zhou Mi, he was far from giving up. Oh Kyuhyun, he thought as his pen tackled the clean sheet of lined paper on the desk, Just wait…
***
Two hours later, Zhou Mi had given up on playing fair. He dejectedly went to the other, more experienced members for help.
Ryeowook was distractedly cooking; lyric-writing advice soon morphed into cooking instructions. When Zhou Mi tried getting back on task with their original topic, the eternal maknae waved the long, glinting knife threateningly in his face and maliciously said “I’m busy, get out of my kitchen.”
Scampering out of the said location (away from the scary Ryeowook) Henry was reading some English novel (with a suspiciously suggestive front cover) and wasn’t sparing Zhou Mi a glance, let alone advice.
He then found Donghae skipping around the hallways, munching on a 4-inch long chocolate bar. Upon approaching him, Donghae began to ramble incomprehensively before Zhou Mi could open his mouth. He walked away soon after, fairly certain that Donghae hadn’t noticed his departure and was continuing their conversation with the wall.
Siwon and Hankyung were both out for interviews and filmings--or were they at meetings? Zhou Mi had used so much of his Daily Thinking Output that his brain seemed to consist of white noise, occasionally swirling into vague words in the form of lyrics and blurring before they’d register.
Going into Hankyung’s room with the hope that it would somehow revive his brain waves, he plopped his long limbs messily into the inviting chair by the leader’s messy desk. Zhou Mi flickered his gaze across his cluttered agenda: Press Conference in 3 weeks, Call Manager-hyung regarding upcoming variety show, Give SHINee tour of China asap- His eyes widened. SHINee was in China?
Zhou Mi grasped the agenda as if it were a block of gold, flipping to the next page frantically. Sure enough (he couldn’t believe his luck) the address of their dorm was scrawled on the following page.
Making a mental note to request Ryeowook make some Beijing fried rice later, Zhou Mi took a post-it note from the corner of the desk and scribbled down the address, kissing it out of glee.
Quickly concealing himself in sunglasses and a scarf (Gucci and Hermes, his pride and joy) he slipped Donghae (who was now talking to his pet goldfish) and exited, joining the mass of civilians on the street.
After asking several people for instructions (whisking himself away just before their looks of familiarity became looks of recognition) Zhou Mi arrived at the dorm in less than 20 minutes.
It was a modest little place that had been conveniently placed in a deserted corner of the neighborhood, the large windows subtly covered with ordinary looking curtains that happened to be very thick. He walked up the stairs and lifted his hand up to the door to knock, only to trip over his own feet and flop straight through the conveniently unlatched door and onto the floor.
“Say,” Zhou Mi froze. How the heck would he explain himself, sprawled in front of a wide-open door to the SHINee dorms? He suddenly truly realised how young they all were; he could be charged for pedophilia or something horrid that would taint his name and oh he could already see Kyuhyun’s smirk and Leeteuk’s motherly look of disappointment-
“You’re pretty, Kibum” Zhou Mi let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding, out of the relief of being unnoticed. He then registered the absurdity and randomness of the comment, sparking his curiosity towards the conversation between Kibum and this mystery person…
Zhou Mi cautiously peeked his head over the little corner he had huddled in to look at the plasma television in the living room, reflecting the lush sofa where Kibum and Jonghyun (so that’s who it was, thought Zhou Mi) sat together a little too close to be entirely friendly.
Kibum had draped his metallic-silver-skinny-jean clad legs across Jonghyun’s thighs, doodling something aimless on a sheet of torn notebook paper as the human foot-rest watched his aloof expression with a love-struck-puppy-look.
Kibum scoffed (though Zhou Mi thought it was plain that he was flattered due to the slightly upturned corners of his mouth). “Well don’t you make me feel manly.”
Jonghyun chuckled, stretching his arms and beaming at the man beside him. “You know, you make me happy”
Smiling mischievously in response, he shifted around and leaned his head onto Jonghyun’s shoulder so his legs were now dangling off the side of the couch.
“Elaborate.” Jonghyun face twisted into an expression Zhou Mi dubbed Thinking-of-Cheesiest-Possible-Metaphor, “Hm, well, off the top of my head, you’re the sugar and milk to my coffee.” Bingo.
Jonghyun continued, not realising the giggle Kibum was holding back. “After a rough day, a smile and a hug from you would be enough to make the room light up. Plus I’d chase off storm clouds and rain and wind for you,” he said with flailing arms and a childish grin of such genuine adoration that Kibum flushed slightly.
“Your turn,” Jonghyun inquired, looking expectantly at Kibum. “Well…you’re hot,” He said right off, boldly staring Jonghyun in the eye.
Zhou Mi noticed the member’s aloof mask flicker with the genuine feeling bubbling towards the surface, distorting his usual façade of confidence. It was obvious that Kibum wasn’t used to being so emotionally exposed.
“And I feel safe with you around,” he said quickly. “And…” Kibum leaned in and pecked Jonghyun on the lips: short, sweet; he had never been one for words. “Good enough?”
The cocky Kibum had returned with a sly pout, but a glimmer of honesty remained in his eyes. Jonghyun smiled dazzlingly, “Definitely.”
Kibum huffed and returned his head to Jonghyun’s shoulder. “I feel like we’re in some cheesy romance movie,” said Jonghyun, smiling at the realisation. Kibum giggled, blowing long strands of hair out of his eyes. “Oh? Then I’ll be expecting a happy ending.”
Jonghyun stroked the raven bangs framing Kibum’s beautiful face. “Once upon a time,” he began, “There was a breathtakingly gorgeous princess by the name of Kibum.”
As the said ‘princess’ turned around and punched Jonghyun (who was bursting into laughter) on the arm a little harder then necessary, Zhou Mi silently unfolded himself from his tight corner and eased out the door, closing it carefully behind him.
His brain was racking up lyrics so quickly that he felt like they would start spurting out of his ears soon if he didn’t get them down on paper. Speed-walking back to the dorms with a cluttered mind, he threw a stack of lined paper and a dozen sharpened pencils onto his desk.
Zhou Mi gutted his memory from the way Jonghyun’s eyelashes fluttered slightly when Kibum kissed him to the dark blue highlights in Kibum’s hair when a streak of sun managed to wriggle its way through the thick curtains.
Being Zhou Mi, it never occurred to him how stalkerish and frankly, creepy, it was to do so.
***
“Woah. I admit defeat. You win,” Kyuhyun said in a deflated voice. “This is seriously the sappiest, cheesiest song I have ever seen.”
Kyuhyun looked up at Zhou Mi (who was smirking victoriously) from the top of the page. After spending another hour filtering out bits and pieces of his memory, Zhou Mi had finally completed the song.
With the remaining energy from his Daily Thinking Output, he had translated it into Korean, just to shamelessly shove it in his dongsaeng’s face.
Kyuhyun ran a hand through his unkempt hair and read a few random experts out loud: “Your smile, my hug are ingredients to happiness…wonderful just like how coffee matches its companion… you said that I’m your safe harbour…your mischief, my teasing… for you, I chase away dark clouds…it’s a happy ending, let me run to you…”
He raised his eyebrows and blinked with sardonic amusement, “Damn, you must have really loved this girl.” Zhou Mi chuckled. “I’m pretty sure the feeling was mutual.”
***
“Hey, Jonghyun, Kibum we’re ho-ahhhhhhh!” Jinki shouted in alarm, followed by a loud thud and choruses of “Hyung, are you ok?”
This was a typical routine of the leader, but it didn’t slow down Jonghyun and Kibum as they dashed to the entrance.
“Hyung, are-“Jonghyun halted abruptly when he noticed the shimmering turquoise-silver scarf which Taemin, Minho and Jinki were staring quizzically at.
“Does this belong to either of you two?” Jinki asked. “I slipped on it in the doorway when we got home.” Jonghyun shook his head as Kibum gasped with wide eyes.
“It’s Hermes!” He exclaimed with astonishment, snatching it out of the leader's grasp and cradling it.
A look of fury crossed Kibum’s features and he glared murderously at Jinki (who was still sprawled on the ground), “Now it has a footprint on it!” Exhaling in disbelief, he scurried off without sparing the injured, confused leader an explanation.
There was a moment of confounded silence while all four were thinking the same thing: ‘What the hell is Hermes?’
~End~
For the full translation of the song--> sjfantasy.wordpress.com/media/lyrics/you-and-me-translation/
Ending Notes: Holy cow this was surprisingly hard to write, but enjoyable nevertheless. When I was reading these lyrics, my brain suddenly screamed JONGKEY. It might just be me, but the song totally reminds me of them.
Anywho, thanks for reading, comments and critisism are always welcomed. :)
Author: akiko555
Rating: Pg-13
Genre: Fluff/Romance/Comedy
Pairing: Jongkey
A/N: You ever hear the song "You and Me" by Suju M, written by Zhou Mi? One would wonder where his inspiration for the lovey lyrics came from...thanks so much to imhappi for beta-ing!
Zhou Mi had gotten into a strange habit of dubbing every day’s weather with a song. That day it was “Happiness” by his fellow members, for the sun was shining, birds singing, children frolicking…
Sadly enough, Zhou Mi wasn’t a part of the shining, singing nor the frolicking since: One, they were in the middle of China, and two, it wasn’t a good idea to waltz out of their dorms into the public. He shuddered as his eardrums throbbed momentarily at the memory of glass-shattering fangirl screams.
The man took one final longing look out the window (feeling a touch of maniacal pleasure when one of the frolicking children fell and started bawling) and sighed, deciding to entertain himself by bothering conversing with the other members of Super Junior M.
A loud “Fuck!” came from one of the closed doors. Zhou Mi had found his victim person of entertainment. He knew Kyuhyun well, he was undoubtedly playing some bloody, gruesome computer game, decapitating zombies and- “It doesn't rhyme!” His thought process halted. Well, that’s new.
Confused by what kind of strange video game incorporated rhyming with the machetes and rifles he knew the younger member to be so fond of, Zhou Mi walked into the room (without knocking, much to Kyuhyun’s irritation).
“What do you want, Zhou Mi?! I’m not in the mood to play ‘Tea Party’ with you again,” he said with a threatening undertone. Being Zhou Mi however, his brain filtered out all warnings of male PMS symptoms.
“Kui Xian, what are you doing?” He inquired curiously as Kyuhyun closed his eyes for a few seconds, audibly grinding his teeth (who knew all too well that Zhou Mi wouldn’t leave until his boredom was satisfied after a good laugh or in possession of particularly nasty blackmail).
He quickly concluded that the quickest way to get rid of the aloof-looking menace would be to tell the truth, choosing the lesser of two evils.
“It’s Leeteuk-hyung and Sungmin-hyung…and some others,” he said with badly-concealed exasperation, “They say I look…unemotional…when I’m singing.”
Turning hopefully back to the oh-so-blank laptop screen, Kyuhyun realized that Zhou Mi showed no sign of leaving or comprehending what he had said.
“Basically they say I look like dead when I sing, ok? So now they want me to write a song so I can ‘properly convey my emotions and some other crap,” Kyuhyun rephrased with a roll of his eyes and exaggerated air quotations.
Quickly nodding and laughing melodically, Zhou Mi sat on a bed across from Kyuhyun’s, blissfully unaware of the other members glower and huff of indignation.
“So, how is it?” he asked, though he clearly knew what the answer already was. Zhou Mi wasn’t as much as the ‘smiling idiot’ as many assumed him to be; his ‘naïve blankness’ grant him many slacking and torment entertainment privileges.
Kyuhyun’s lips stretched into such a thin line that Zhou Mi had an abnormally hard time maintaining his façade. “It’s friggin’ hard, you idiot. Wonder how long it would take you to write a song…”
Though Kyuhyun had never intended to challenge Zhou Mi (and nearly dropped his laptop in shock when the other man sprung up and sprinted out the door) he was relieved that the man would finally leave him with the haunting memories of his past girlfriends and one-sided love as he attempted, for the billionth time, to conjure up romantic lyrics.
***
Zhou Mi wanted to choke a bitch.
It hadn’t started out quite so frustrating; only once his first pen dried up, second pen exploded on his favorite pink shirt, and third pen snapped in half after trying to find a lyric to follow ‘flying unicorns’, did Zhou Mi reluctantly come to his conclusion.
As little as he would have liked to admit it, Kyuhyun was one hundred percent correct: Lyric writing was friggin’ hard.
Fortunately, being the oh-so-optimistic-sunshine-lollipops-and-rainbows-Zhou Mi, he was far from giving up. Oh Kyuhyun, he thought as his pen tackled the clean sheet of lined paper on the desk, Just wait…
***
Two hours later, Zhou Mi had given up on playing fair. He dejectedly went to the other, more experienced members for help.
Ryeowook was distractedly cooking; lyric-writing advice soon morphed into cooking instructions. When Zhou Mi tried getting back on task with their original topic, the eternal maknae waved the long, glinting knife threateningly in his face and maliciously said “I’m busy, get out of my kitchen.”
Scampering out of the said location (away from the scary Ryeowook) Henry was reading some English novel (with a suspiciously suggestive front cover) and wasn’t sparing Zhou Mi a glance, let alone advice.
He then found Donghae skipping around the hallways, munching on a 4-inch long chocolate bar. Upon approaching him, Donghae began to ramble incomprehensively before Zhou Mi could open his mouth. He walked away soon after, fairly certain that Donghae hadn’t noticed his departure and was continuing their conversation with the wall.
Siwon and Hankyung were both out for interviews and filmings--or were they at meetings? Zhou Mi had used so much of his Daily Thinking Output that his brain seemed to consist of white noise, occasionally swirling into vague words in the form of lyrics and blurring before they’d register.
Going into Hankyung’s room with the hope that it would somehow revive his brain waves, he plopped his long limbs messily into the inviting chair by the leader’s messy desk. Zhou Mi flickered his gaze across his cluttered agenda: Press Conference in 3 weeks, Call Manager-hyung regarding upcoming variety show, Give SHINee tour of China asap- His eyes widened. SHINee was in China?
Zhou Mi grasped the agenda as if it were a block of gold, flipping to the next page frantically. Sure enough (he couldn’t believe his luck) the address of their dorm was scrawled on the following page.
Making a mental note to request Ryeowook make some Beijing fried rice later, Zhou Mi took a post-it note from the corner of the desk and scribbled down the address, kissing it out of glee.
Quickly concealing himself in sunglasses and a scarf (Gucci and Hermes, his pride and joy) he slipped Donghae (who was now talking to his pet goldfish) and exited, joining the mass of civilians on the street.
After asking several people for instructions (whisking himself away just before their looks of familiarity became looks of recognition) Zhou Mi arrived at the dorm in less than 20 minutes.
It was a modest little place that had been conveniently placed in a deserted corner of the neighborhood, the large windows subtly covered with ordinary looking curtains that happened to be very thick. He walked up the stairs and lifted his hand up to the door to knock, only to trip over his own feet and flop straight through the conveniently unlatched door and onto the floor.
“Say,” Zhou Mi froze. How the heck would he explain himself, sprawled in front of a wide-open door to the SHINee dorms? He suddenly truly realised how young they all were; he could be charged for pedophilia or something horrid that would taint his name and oh he could already see Kyuhyun’s smirk and Leeteuk’s motherly look of disappointment-
“You’re pretty, Kibum” Zhou Mi let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding, out of the relief of being unnoticed. He then registered the absurdity and randomness of the comment, sparking his curiosity towards the conversation between Kibum and this mystery person…
Zhou Mi cautiously peeked his head over the little corner he had huddled in to look at the plasma television in the living room, reflecting the lush sofa where Kibum and Jonghyun (so that’s who it was, thought Zhou Mi) sat together a little too close to be entirely friendly.
Kibum had draped his metallic-silver-skinny-jean clad legs across Jonghyun’s thighs, doodling something aimless on a sheet of torn notebook paper as the human foot-rest watched his aloof expression with a love-struck-puppy-look.
Kibum scoffed (though Zhou Mi thought it was plain that he was flattered due to the slightly upturned corners of his mouth). “Well don’t you make me feel manly.”
Jonghyun chuckled, stretching his arms and beaming at the man beside him. “You know, you make me happy”
Smiling mischievously in response, he shifted around and leaned his head onto Jonghyun’s shoulder so his legs were now dangling off the side of the couch.
“Elaborate.” Jonghyun face twisted into an expression Zhou Mi dubbed Thinking-of-Cheesiest-Possible-Metaphor, “Hm, well, off the top of my head, you’re the sugar and milk to my coffee.” Bingo.
Jonghyun continued, not realising the giggle Kibum was holding back. “After a rough day, a smile and a hug from you would be enough to make the room light up. Plus I’d chase off storm clouds and rain and wind for you,” he said with flailing arms and a childish grin of such genuine adoration that Kibum flushed slightly.
“Your turn,” Jonghyun inquired, looking expectantly at Kibum. “Well…you’re hot,” He said right off, boldly staring Jonghyun in the eye.
Zhou Mi noticed the member’s aloof mask flicker with the genuine feeling bubbling towards the surface, distorting his usual façade of confidence. It was obvious that Kibum wasn’t used to being so emotionally exposed.
“And I feel safe with you around,” he said quickly. “And…” Kibum leaned in and pecked Jonghyun on the lips: short, sweet; he had never been one for words. “Good enough?”
The cocky Kibum had returned with a sly pout, but a glimmer of honesty remained in his eyes. Jonghyun smiled dazzlingly, “Definitely.”
Kibum huffed and returned his head to Jonghyun’s shoulder. “I feel like we’re in some cheesy romance movie,” said Jonghyun, smiling at the realisation. Kibum giggled, blowing long strands of hair out of his eyes. “Oh? Then I’ll be expecting a happy ending.”
Jonghyun stroked the raven bangs framing Kibum’s beautiful face. “Once upon a time,” he began, “There was a breathtakingly gorgeous princess by the name of Kibum.”
As the said ‘princess’ turned around and punched Jonghyun (who was bursting into laughter) on the arm a little harder then necessary, Zhou Mi silently unfolded himself from his tight corner and eased out the door, closing it carefully behind him.
His brain was racking up lyrics so quickly that he felt like they would start spurting out of his ears soon if he didn’t get them down on paper. Speed-walking back to the dorms with a cluttered mind, he threw a stack of lined paper and a dozen sharpened pencils onto his desk.
Zhou Mi gutted his memory from the way Jonghyun’s eyelashes fluttered slightly when Kibum kissed him to the dark blue highlights in Kibum’s hair when a streak of sun managed to wriggle its way through the thick curtains.
Being Zhou Mi, it never occurred to him how stalkerish and frankly, creepy, it was to do so.
***
“Woah. I admit defeat. You win,” Kyuhyun said in a deflated voice. “This is seriously the sappiest, cheesiest song I have ever seen.”
Kyuhyun looked up at Zhou Mi (who was smirking victoriously) from the top of the page. After spending another hour filtering out bits and pieces of his memory, Zhou Mi had finally completed the song.
With the remaining energy from his Daily Thinking Output, he had translated it into Korean, just to shamelessly shove it in his dongsaeng’s face.
Kyuhyun ran a hand through his unkempt hair and read a few random experts out loud: “Your smile, my hug are ingredients to happiness…wonderful just like how coffee matches its companion… you said that I’m your safe harbour…your mischief, my teasing… for you, I chase away dark clouds…it’s a happy ending, let me run to you…”
He raised his eyebrows and blinked with sardonic amusement, “Damn, you must have really loved this girl.” Zhou Mi chuckled. “I’m pretty sure the feeling was mutual.”
***
“Hey, Jonghyun, Kibum we’re ho-ahhhhhhh!” Jinki shouted in alarm, followed by a loud thud and choruses of “Hyung, are you ok?”
This was a typical routine of the leader, but it didn’t slow down Jonghyun and Kibum as they dashed to the entrance.
“Hyung, are-“Jonghyun halted abruptly when he noticed the shimmering turquoise-silver scarf which Taemin, Minho and Jinki were staring quizzically at.
“Does this belong to either of you two?” Jinki asked. “I slipped on it in the doorway when we got home.” Jonghyun shook his head as Kibum gasped with wide eyes.
“It’s Hermes!” He exclaimed with astonishment, snatching it out of the leader's grasp and cradling it.
A look of fury crossed Kibum’s features and he glared murderously at Jinki (who was still sprawled on the ground), “Now it has a footprint on it!” Exhaling in disbelief, he scurried off without sparing the injured, confused leader an explanation.
There was a moment of confounded silence while all four were thinking the same thing: ‘What the hell is Hermes?’
~End~
For the full translation of the song--> sjfantasy.wordpress.com/media/lyrics/you-and-me-translation/
Ending Notes: Holy cow this was surprisingly hard to write, but enjoyable nevertheless. When I was reading these lyrics, my brain suddenly screamed JONGKEY. It might just be me, but the song totally reminds me of them.
Anywho, thanks for reading, comments and critisism are always welcomed. :)