As Random As Day
Title: As Random As Day
Rating: PG-13 for a tiny sexual reference!
Genre: Fluff, Crack
Pairings: Qmi!
Warnings: brieflysnarky!Q, fail!Mi AND fail!Yesung!
Summary: When thanks is in order, Yesung doesn't save the day. (awfully random and irrelevant summary)
"So... I got this specially for you!" Zhou Mi said brightly, and pushed the neon green-wrapped box across the white-clothed table, the starkness of the paper sticking out like a sore thumb in the posh restaurant. Kyuhyun raised an eyebrow, reaching for the box and carelessly unwrapping it.
"A... fluffy paperweight?" Kyuhyun asked, lifting a pink, fluff-covered weight from the box, complete with tassles and all. "Thanks, I always wanted a baby gay hedgehog on my table." He rolled his eyes and bent down to put it in his bag. Upon straightening up, he tried to ignore the wobble in Zhou Mi's smile, quelling the bad feeling of what might've been guilt rising up in his stomach.
"I was only... trying to-"
"Yeah I know," Kyuhyun cut Zhou Mi off. He put his head in his hands and sighed. "It's just that... I'm not used to people being nice to me. I don't know how to react." He looked up, forcing himself to meet Zhou Mi's gaze, and found something akin to tenderness forming in the taller man's eyes.
"Thanks will do, for one," Zhou Mi said, the beginnings of a sweet smile crinkling at the edges of his eyes, and Kyuhyun wants nothing more than to reach over and kiss him. Instead, he smiles back nervously and goes back to eating his food. A waiter walks by, and managed to trip over virtually nothing (how does he do that, Kyuhyun wonders), letting a a jug of cold water slip from his small hands, right into Kyuhyun's lap. He lets out a rather unmanly shriek and the scared looking waiter scurries away, black hair flying.
"Fuck. Me." Kyuhyun says, and Zhou Mi's by his side in an instant, piling napkins, cloths and 3-fucking-ply tissue onto his lap, and begins dabbing away in a manner that has Kyuhyun breathing harshly in seconds. He tries to shift his hips imperceptably as his protest lodges itself in his throat, but Zhou Mi clearly notices something, the growing bulge in Kyuhyun's pants a sure sign as any. Kyuhyun looks up nervously, Zhou Mi smiles with his teeth.
Later, Yesung's sure he hears sounds coming from one of the cubicles as he attempts to dry his uniform in the men's room, but he's too busy shaking his head over his carelessness to pursue it.
A/N: For takchik as part of my Drabble Request Meme!
xoxo
Bex
Rating: PG-13 for a tiny sexual reference!
Genre: Fluff, Crack
Pairings: Qmi!
Warnings: brieflysnarky!Q, fail!Mi AND fail!Yesung!
Summary: When thanks is in order, Yesung doesn't save the day. (awfully random and irrelevant summary)
"So... I got this specially for you!" Zhou Mi said brightly, and pushed the neon green-wrapped box across the white-clothed table, the starkness of the paper sticking out like a sore thumb in the posh restaurant. Kyuhyun raised an eyebrow, reaching for the box and carelessly unwrapping it.
"A... fluffy paperweight?" Kyuhyun asked, lifting a pink, fluff-covered weight from the box, complete with tassles and all. "Thanks, I always wanted a baby gay hedgehog on my table." He rolled his eyes and bent down to put it in his bag. Upon straightening up, he tried to ignore the wobble in Zhou Mi's smile, quelling the bad feeling of what might've been guilt rising up in his stomach.
"I was only... trying to-"
"Yeah I know," Kyuhyun cut Zhou Mi off. He put his head in his hands and sighed. "It's just that... I'm not used to people being nice to me. I don't know how to react." He looked up, forcing himself to meet Zhou Mi's gaze, and found something akin to tenderness forming in the taller man's eyes.
"Thanks will do, for one," Zhou Mi said, the beginnings of a sweet smile crinkling at the edges of his eyes, and Kyuhyun wants nothing more than to reach over and kiss him. Instead, he smiles back nervously and goes back to eating his food. A waiter walks by, and managed to trip over virtually nothing (how does he do that, Kyuhyun wonders), letting a a jug of cold water slip from his small hands, right into Kyuhyun's lap. He lets out a rather unmanly shriek and the scared looking waiter scurries away, black hair flying.
"Fuck. Me." Kyuhyun says, and Zhou Mi's by his side in an instant, piling napkins, cloths and 3-fucking-ply tissue onto his lap, and begins dabbing away in a manner that has Kyuhyun breathing harshly in seconds. He tries to shift his hips imperceptably as his protest lodges itself in his throat, but Zhou Mi clearly notices something, the growing bulge in Kyuhyun's pants a sure sign as any. Kyuhyun looks up nervously, Zhou Mi smiles with his teeth.
Later, Yesung's sure he hears sounds coming from one of the cubicles as he attempts to dry his uniform in the men's room, but he's too busy shaking his head over his carelessness to pursue it.
A/N: For takchik as part of my Drabble Request Meme!
xoxo
Bex