[04] it's only you for me; qmi; pg
title: it's only you for me
fandom: super junior m
pairing: zhou mi/kyuhyun, sungmin/kyuhyun
rating: PG
summary: as time goes by, kyuhyun's heart changes.
notes: partially inspired by the lyrics to it's you.
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Kyuhyun closes his eyes.
Sungmin was playing guitar, his body curled around the instrument in his lap and his hair falling a soft golden brown over his downcast eyes. The sunlight cast stripes over his body and across his bedspread, wrinkled under him, and spilled onto the floor in liquid patches. His fingers strummed lightly, a gentle movement to match a gentle melody, playing a quiet love song to match the serene and warm afternoon picture melting into Kyuhyun's heart.
It's the brightest laughter he's ever heard, tickling him from inside out, starting near his toes and under his ribs and caught, finally, in his throat until he finds himself smiling and laughing too. He can't seem to help himself around Zhou Mi, even adrift in a sea of words he doesn't understand and jokes he doesn't get; there is always this anchor, a hand on his arm, and arm over his shoulders, a shoulder for him to lay his head against, to pull him safely to port.
Every flicker of those fingers across his cheek made his breath still, soft fingertips running over his skin like he was made of paper and those fingers were brushes, painting him. A nail caught the edge of his lip and he blinked and let his mouth fall open so Sungmin's finger could delve inside. A hot swipe of his tongue around that digit and Sungmin smiled, like he knew how to unlock all of Kyuhyun's secrets if he just painted the right words; he leaned in, slow, and let his tongue trace them into Kyuhyun's mouth.
Guilty pleasures, the sharp and sudden dips of his stomach, the way his heart flips without his permission, into his throat. Guilty, all of them, like the way he lets his hand linger on Zhou Mi's waist, letting his thumb rub at the top jut of a sharp hipbone, just bared by the low-slung jeans, and the way he watches Zhou Mi's mouth move, fluid and sexy around confident Mandarin. Guilty but pleasurable, the way he feigns sleep so he can burrow into Zhou Mi's neck and breathe him in, nudge just a little closer, seeking something, something in the way fire flashes through his blood and sets his heart aflame.
His mouth was sweet, as always, like candy and innocent childhood memories, and Kyuhyun licked his lips afterwards lazily. Sungmin pushed for more, angling his hips with that look in his eyes - questioning, asking, because he would never demand - and Kyuhyun kissed him again, feathered kisses over his jaw and ear, ended with a nip and a murmur. Sungmin sighed and rolled over with a soft rustle; as Kyuhyun let their fingers be linked together, he thought that it was like flipping a page of a book and finding blank pages.
Kyuhyun's not sure why he's crying, why it feels like everything's ended and he's not even sure what he's lost, but there's a hand on his knee, comforting. There's a song in his ear, familiar and foreign all at once, rekindling the candle that went out in his heart. There's something left, Zhou Mi tells him, gently wiping away the tears with the saddest look in his eyes. Kyuhyun lifts his head and thinks about everything he's ever thought he wanted and everything he's thrown away and makes a decision.
There were no words, no rain, no swell in dramatic music, only an endless stretch of awkward silence. The sunlight spilled in through the window and blinds and cast stripes across the bedspread, across the floor. Kyuhyun stared at them so he wouldn't have to stare at Sungmin, and it was like the end of his favorite music piece, no coda, just a half-note, a quarter-note, and rest. The book ended, the guitar strains faded, and Kyuhyun disentangled his fingers.
Zhou Mi worries with his whole body, tapping a foot and worrying his shirt with his fingers, his brow creased and his mouth curved in a downward bow. He is strung head-to-toe in tension, and Kyuhyun can sight-read the brightness in his eyes like a music sheet. Nothing is perfect, but they are, so Kyuhyun can only wrap his arms around him and whisper words, three words, dropping like inkstains on the composition of their history.
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even as time goes by
Kyuhyun opens his eyes.
(Hi, Zhou Mi says with a smile. He brushes Kyuhyun's hair off his forehead, fingers lingering against Kyuhyun's cheek. Good morning.
Kyuhyun smiles back.)
even when I’m born again, it’s still only you
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even as time goes by
fandom: super junior m
pairing: zhou mi/kyuhyun, sungmin/kyuhyun
rating: PG
summary: as time goes by, kyuhyun's heart changes.
notes: partially inspired by the lyrics to it's you.
tic toc tic toc
Kyuhyun closes his eyes.
Sungmin was playing guitar, his body curled around the instrument in his lap and his hair falling a soft golden brown over his downcast eyes. The sunlight cast stripes over his body and across his bedspread, wrinkled under him, and spilled onto the floor in liquid patches. His fingers strummed lightly, a gentle movement to match a gentle melody, playing a quiet love song to match the serene and warm afternoon picture melting into Kyuhyun's heart.
It's the brightest laughter he's ever heard, tickling him from inside out, starting near his toes and under his ribs and caught, finally, in his throat until he finds himself smiling and laughing too. He can't seem to help himself around Zhou Mi, even adrift in a sea of words he doesn't understand and jokes he doesn't get; there is always this anchor, a hand on his arm, and arm over his shoulders, a shoulder for him to lay his head against, to pull him safely to port.
Every flicker of those fingers across his cheek made his breath still, soft fingertips running over his skin like he was made of paper and those fingers were brushes, painting him. A nail caught the edge of his lip and he blinked and let his mouth fall open so Sungmin's finger could delve inside. A hot swipe of his tongue around that digit and Sungmin smiled, like he knew how to unlock all of Kyuhyun's secrets if he just painted the right words; he leaned in, slow, and let his tongue trace them into Kyuhyun's mouth.
Guilty pleasures, the sharp and sudden dips of his stomach, the way his heart flips without his permission, into his throat. Guilty, all of them, like the way he lets his hand linger on Zhou Mi's waist, letting his thumb rub at the top jut of a sharp hipbone, just bared by the low-slung jeans, and the way he watches Zhou Mi's mouth move, fluid and sexy around confident Mandarin. Guilty but pleasurable, the way he feigns sleep so he can burrow into Zhou Mi's neck and breathe him in, nudge just a little closer, seeking something, something in the way fire flashes through his blood and sets his heart aflame.
His mouth was sweet, as always, like candy and innocent childhood memories, and Kyuhyun licked his lips afterwards lazily. Sungmin pushed for more, angling his hips with that look in his eyes - questioning, asking, because he would never demand - and Kyuhyun kissed him again, feathered kisses over his jaw and ear, ended with a nip and a murmur. Sungmin sighed and rolled over with a soft rustle; as Kyuhyun let their fingers be linked together, he thought that it was like flipping a page of a book and finding blank pages.
Kyuhyun's not sure why he's crying, why it feels like everything's ended and he's not even sure what he's lost, but there's a hand on his knee, comforting. There's a song in his ear, familiar and foreign all at once, rekindling the candle that went out in his heart. There's something left, Zhou Mi tells him, gently wiping away the tears with the saddest look in his eyes. Kyuhyun lifts his head and thinks about everything he's ever thought he wanted and everything he's thrown away and makes a decision.
There were no words, no rain, no swell in dramatic music, only an endless stretch of awkward silence. The sunlight spilled in through the window and blinds and cast stripes across the bedspread, across the floor. Kyuhyun stared at them so he wouldn't have to stare at Sungmin, and it was like the end of his favorite music piece, no coda, just a half-note, a quarter-note, and rest. The book ended, the guitar strains faded, and Kyuhyun disentangled his fingers.
Zhou Mi worries with his whole body, tapping a foot and worrying his shirt with his fingers, his brow creased and his mouth curved in a downward bow. He is strung head-to-toe in tension, and Kyuhyun can sight-read the brightness in his eyes like a music sheet. Nothing is perfect, but they are, so Kyuhyun can only wrap his arms around him and whisper words, three words, dropping like inkstains on the composition of their history.
tic toc tic toc
even as time goes by
Kyuhyun opens his eyes.
(Hi, Zhou Mi says with a smile. He brushes Kyuhyun's hair off his forehead, fingers lingering against Kyuhyun's cheek. Good morning.
Kyuhyun smiles back.)
even when I’m born again, it’s still only you
tic toc tic toc
even as time goes by