He wakes up to the muted roar of motorcycle and mopeds on a busy street, rumbling engines and the occasional honk accompanying the morning. The streets downstairs are alive, crowded with food stalls and pedestrians, both tourists and locals, hustling to the first stop on the day's itinerary or to open their stores, stopping for breakfast along the way. Zhou Mi's already freshly scrubbed and sorting out his outfit for the day - something fashionable, of course, but practical for walking around, nothing too hot.
Kyuhyun only truly wakes up half an hour later at the restaurant cum café down the block, sipping at strong Vietnamese coffee and watching Zhou Mi aim his camera at the streets. Their rickety table is outside, in the shade of the building, but the sun is bright and strong as it climbs
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Um, sorry for this? @_@ Also, upon further research, the lunch with Heenim's parents and Jungmo is actually Sept 1, not the day before, but shhhhh artistic license.
September 1
"I'll miss you, Heechul," whispers Zhou Mi privately in the seclusion of Heechul's room early in the morning before reality charges in with the inescapable day. His hands are not quite gentle on Heechul's shoulders, clutching him close.
Heechul's head is bowed, the soft black fuzz curving where it hugs his skull. It's a strange, unsettling sight.
Zhou Mi bends his head to Heechul's ear. "Wo hui xiang ni. Yi ran xiang ni.¹"
Heechul doesn't look up but heaves, once, with his whole chest. Zhou Mi holds him tight.
¹ I will miss you; I will always miss you. *
One day beforeThey do lunch, a middling affair for Kim Heechul: it's not raucous but hardly quiet and moody. It's not everyone he loves, but it's got some of the more important figures. Zhou Mi fidgets under the curious gazes of Heechul's parents; they're friendly but it's impossible to guess what they
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Oh my god this was so sad T.T I've been so busy today and yesterday that I totally forgot he was going AND THEN I FOUND THIS. THIS IS LIKE A 2X4 TO THE HEAD. TT.TT Heenim, we will ALL miss you, so, so, much. Take care of yourself and try not to get killed, yeah?
On a happier note, I'm glad you're writing again :) Thanks a lot!
Boxing = manly! Maybe not as manly as Turkish wrestling, but not too far off, lol.
Yesung spits on the floor and runs his tongue over his teeth. The coppery feeling of blood lingers.
Kyuhyun hands him a fresh towel, which he swipes across his forehead. His hair is soaked with sweat, dark and clinging to his skin. There might be blood mixed in there. Yesung honestly can't feel much at the moment aside from the adrenaline in his veins, the strong, heady thump thump of his heartbeat in his ears.
"You okay?" Kyuhyun asks.
He got a couple knocks to the head earlier and he doesn't want to imagine what his ribs will feel like tomorrow, but Yesung can't imagine stopping now and walking away. Inside his gloves, he flexes his fingers. He grins, bloody and not a little feral, he imagines.
"All right," says Kyuhyun, who knows him. He trades the towel for a bottle of water so Yesung can rehydrate himself.
The average person wouldn't look at Yesung and think boxer. The average person, however, has no part in their world - underground, dirty
( ... )
Yay, I'm glad you liked the Henry & Donghae AU! Here is Qmi angst. I hope it is angsty enough!
He thought about what it would've been like, if he'd said yes. If he hadn't said anything, but had let Zhou Mi take his hand instead of drawing away.
It was easy to picture in his head: they had practically been there already, a close friendship he had never expected and a warm presence so willingly at his side. All it would've taken was a yes instead of a no, leaning forward instead of leaning back, a brush of lips rather than a kiss of air
( ... )
alskdjfkd it turns out I really like it too, except I just made it really cracky and not at all dark? Here, have it anyway, and I will consider doing it again...Donghae hates Mondays, but he thinks Fridays are interesting. They're not always fun and most of the time they sure as hell ain't casual, but they're interesting
( ... )
delightful! i love how quirky and offbeat this verse is; it reminds me a bit of jasper fforde and douglas adams. this was a pleasure to read, thank you. :D
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A, Kyuhyun, Vietnamese subs :)
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He wakes up to the muted roar of motorcycle and mopeds on a busy street, rumbling engines and the occasional honk accompanying the morning. The streets downstairs are alive, crowded with food stalls and pedestrians, both tourists and locals, hustling to the first stop on the day's itinerary or to open their stores, stopping for breakfast along the way. Zhou Mi's already freshly scrubbed and sorting out his outfit for the day - something fashionable, of course, but practical for walking around, nothing too hot.
Kyuhyun only truly wakes up half an hour later at the restaurant cum café down the block, sipping at strong Vietnamese coffee and watching Zhou Mi aim his camera at the streets. Their rickety table is outside, in the shade of the building, but the sun is bright and strong as it climbs ( ... )
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ugh your qmi is my favorite, always and forever. /noms your faaace :3
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♥!!!
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September 1
"I'll miss you, Heechul," whispers Zhou Mi privately in the seclusion of Heechul's room early in the morning before reality charges in with the inescapable day. His hands are not quite gentle on Heechul's shoulders, clutching him close.
Heechul's head is bowed, the soft black fuzz curving where it hugs his skull. It's a strange, unsettling sight.
Zhou Mi bends his head to Heechul's ear. "Wo hui xiang ni. Yi ran xiang ni.¹"
Heechul doesn't look up but heaves, once, with his whole chest. Zhou Mi holds him tight.
¹ I will miss you; I will always miss you.
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One day beforeThey do lunch, a middling affair for Kim Heechul: it's not raucous but hardly quiet and moody. It's not everyone he loves, but it's got some of the more important figures. Zhou Mi fidgets under the curious gazes of Heechul's parents; they're friendly but it's impossible to guess what they ( ... )
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On a happier note, I'm glad you're writing again :) Thanks a lot!
~Lara
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thank you so much, i love this ♥♥♥ it's beautiful.
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Yesung spits on the floor and runs his tongue over his teeth. The coppery feeling of blood lingers.
Kyuhyun hands him a fresh towel, which he swipes across his forehead. His hair is soaked with sweat, dark and clinging to his skin. There might be blood mixed in there. Yesung honestly can't feel much at the moment aside from the adrenaline in his veins, the strong, heady thump thump of his heartbeat in his ears.
"You okay?" Kyuhyun asks.
He got a couple knocks to the head earlier and he doesn't want to imagine what his ribs will feel like tomorrow, but Yesung can't imagine stopping now and walking away. Inside his gloves, he flexes his fingers. He grins, bloody and not a little feral, he imagines.
"All right," says Kyuhyun, who knows him. He trades the towel for a bottle of water so Yesung can rehydrate himself.
The average person wouldn't look at Yesung and think boxer. The average person, however, has no part in their world - underground, dirty ( ... )
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He thought about what it would've been like, if he'd said yes. If he hadn't said anything, but had let Zhou Mi take his hand instead of drawing away.
It was easy to picture in his head: they had practically been there already, a close friendship he had never expected and a warm presence so willingly at his side. All it would've taken was a yes instead of a no, leaning forward instead of leaning back, a brush of lips rather than a kiss of air ( ... )
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