[fic: oneshot] every weekend
title: every weekend
rating: pg (THIS IS LIKE, THE MOST PATHETICALLY SAPPY THING EVER)
pairing: qmi/kyumi
word count: 860
summary: every friday night, zhou mi would drive exactly one hundred and forty seven miles (two point five of which were a detour for a starbucks caramel mochaccino, because even though without the caffeine he would fall asleep behind the wheel and either crash into a tree or run over old ladies, black coffee made his mouth taste dry and sharp) to see kyuhyun.A/N: I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS CAME FROM. i was whining to cascades about having written nothing since the last ice age, and was determined to write some weedy little drabble... which turned into this pathetic excuse of a oneshot in the space of two and a half hours. it's loosely (very loosely) based on when my parents first used to date - my dad would drive up to see my mum every weekend, because they lived a long way from each other. now it has become this.
A/N/N: i know zhou mi likes his coffee black, HE DRINKS IT SWEET FOR KYUHYUN'S DELICATE TASTES OKAY
A/N/N/N: this is for vintagentleman ♥
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Every Friday night, Zhou Mi would drive exactly one hundred and forty seven miles (two point five of which were a detour for a Starbucks Caramel Mochaccino, because even though without the caffeine he would fall asleep behind the wheel and crash into either a tree or an old lady, black coffee made his mouth taste dry and sharp) to see Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun didn't like it when he drank black coffee either. "It makes kissing you feel like I'm sticking my tongue inside an exhaust pipe" he complained once, and Zhou Mi only drank sweetened ever since.
Kyuhyun laughed when he told him that the guy who manned the Starbucks counter at the service station (Henry was his name; twenty one, Canadian, played the violin and always fought with Zhou Mi over which was Wang Lee Hom's best album) knew his order.
-
Every Sunday morning, Zhou Mi would drive exactly one hundred and forty nine point six miles back home; and five point four miles were given to the tiny little Bed and Breakfast he stopped at in the village he still couldn't pronounce the name of. He never stayed over, but the landlady always cooked him a "Full English Breakfast, dear, because I swear there is less of you every time I see you" that he would wolf down in record time. Kyuhyun would always spam his twitter timeline with abusive comments whenever he took a secla of himself and his empty plate ("See Kuixian, I do eat!") while he would sit at his little table overlooking the river tweeting stupid smilies and too many hearts ("Kuixian you're so mean Q___Q") until the midday rush of old couples and families with young children began to pour in, with muddy wellington boots and giant canon cameras.
It would never be more than five minutes after he had left the Bed and Breakfast that Kyuhyun would call him. He always said it was because Zhou Mi stopped replying without any warning, and was just checking that he hadn't been eaten by a rampaging horde of jersey cow zombies, but Zhou Mi would just smile."I love you too, Kuixian."
-
Every Saturday lunchtime, after exactly three hours of Zhou Mi getting sick of lying in bed being unproductive, he would drag and effing and blinding Kyuhyun out from under the covers to have brunch. Brunch always consisted of instant ramyun, green tea and crumpets. "Because," said Zhou Mi, "I have always loved crumpets; and true love lasts a lifetime."
("You wont be saying that when I've left you for a hunky Rugby player, and all that remains are your damn crumpets" Kyuhyun would mumble around a mouthful of buttered bread.)
Some Saturdays, Zhou Mi's wheedling/promises of raunchy sex would pay off, and he would get to drag a disgruntled Kyuhyun around the local shopping centre. Kyuhyun would grunt non-commitally every time Zhou Mi showed him a fabulous new shirt or a gorgeous new bag, but he then in turn had to bear the manic gleam in Kyuhyun's eyes when they finally reached a game shop. Kyuhyun's almost perverse pleasure in examining every detail of the new releases rack drove him to sending texts to Heechul until he told him to "Shut the fuck up, Seasoning". (But the kisses he sneaked between the Nintendo and Sony shelves, or the ones that Kyuhyun would steal behind a rack of Givenchy that left him breathless and scandalised, made it worth it.)
Other Saturdays, Kyuhyun would win and they would end up sprawled on the sofa, Zhou Mi drooling against Kyuhyun's shirt as he played Star Craft obnoxiously and at full volume. ("You should just invent clothes out of your salivia" he would say with a long suffering air, and Zhou Mi would slip Super Mario Bros into the console before a fight broke out.)
Kyuhyun, strangely, never seemed to mind that Zhou Mi would cry all over his shirt while they watched something ridiculously romantic that starred Sandra Bullock or Hugh Grant.
-
Every Saturday night, Zhou Mi would lie in bed with Kyuhyun, listening to the clock tick. Kyuhyun's arms would be tight around his waist, his forehead brushing his own as they stared into each others eyes. Zhou Mi would brush away any stray hairs, and Kyuhyun would close his eyes every time the clock struck another hour.
(Zhou Mi never told Kyuhyun about the tears he saw glimmering on the edge of his lashes, glittering unsteadily beyond the pale. Kyuhyun never told Zhou Mi that he knew that he saw.)
-
Every Sunday morning, Zhou Mi would kiss Kyuhyun for the last time.
-
Every Thursday night, Zhou Mi would lie awake. Some time between eleven and half past the hour, he would reach for his blackberry and press the second number on his speed dial.
("It's only tomorrow, can't you be patient?" Kyuhyun would mutter softly down the line, and Zhou Mi would just roll over and chatter away about new clients and Ni Qiu staining the carpet again.)
-
Every Friday morning, Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun would wake up with a smile.
**
i am so painfully english/i adore love actually too much HI, I HATE THIS ////DIES
rating: pg (THIS IS LIKE, THE MOST PATHETICALLY SAPPY THING EVER)
pairing: qmi/kyumi
word count: 860
summary: every friday night, zhou mi would drive exactly one hundred and forty seven miles (two point five of which were a detour for a starbucks caramel mochaccino, because even though without the caffeine he would fall asleep behind the wheel and either crash into a tree or run over old ladies, black coffee made his mouth taste dry and sharp) to see kyuhyun.A/N: I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS CAME FROM. i was whining to cascades about having written nothing since the last ice age, and was determined to write some weedy little drabble... which turned into this pathetic excuse of a oneshot in the space of two and a half hours. it's loosely (very loosely) based on when my parents first used to date - my dad would drive up to see my mum every weekend, because they lived a long way from each other. now it has become this.
A/N/N: i know zhou mi likes his coffee black, HE DRINKS IT SWEET FOR KYUHYUN'S DELICATE TASTES OKAY
A/N/N/N: this is for vintagentleman ♥
**
Every Friday night, Zhou Mi would drive exactly one hundred and forty seven miles (two point five of which were a detour for a Starbucks Caramel Mochaccino, because even though without the caffeine he would fall asleep behind the wheel and crash into either a tree or an old lady, black coffee made his mouth taste dry and sharp) to see Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun didn't like it when he drank black coffee either. "It makes kissing you feel like I'm sticking my tongue inside an exhaust pipe" he complained once, and Zhou Mi only drank sweetened ever since.
Kyuhyun laughed when he told him that the guy who manned the Starbucks counter at the service station (Henry was his name; twenty one, Canadian, played the violin and always fought with Zhou Mi over which was Wang Lee Hom's best album) knew his order.
-
Every Sunday morning, Zhou Mi would drive exactly one hundred and forty nine point six miles back home; and five point four miles were given to the tiny little Bed and Breakfast he stopped at in the village he still couldn't pronounce the name of. He never stayed over, but the landlady always cooked him a "Full English Breakfast, dear, because I swear there is less of you every time I see you" that he would wolf down in record time. Kyuhyun would always spam his twitter timeline with abusive comments whenever he took a secla of himself and his empty plate ("See Kuixian, I do eat!") while he would sit at his little table overlooking the river tweeting stupid smilies and too many hearts ("Kuixian you're so mean Q___Q") until the midday rush of old couples and families with young children began to pour in, with muddy wellington boots and giant canon cameras.
It would never be more than five minutes after he had left the Bed and Breakfast that Kyuhyun would call him. He always said it was because Zhou Mi stopped replying without any warning, and was just checking that he hadn't been eaten by a rampaging horde of jersey cow zombies, but Zhou Mi would just smile."I love you too, Kuixian."
-
Every Saturday lunchtime, after exactly three hours of Zhou Mi getting sick of lying in bed being unproductive, he would drag and effing and blinding Kyuhyun out from under the covers to have brunch. Brunch always consisted of instant ramyun, green tea and crumpets. "Because," said Zhou Mi, "I have always loved crumpets; and true love lasts a lifetime."
("You wont be saying that when I've left you for a hunky Rugby player, and all that remains are your damn crumpets" Kyuhyun would mumble around a mouthful of buttered bread.)
Some Saturdays, Zhou Mi's wheedling/promises of raunchy sex would pay off, and he would get to drag a disgruntled Kyuhyun around the local shopping centre. Kyuhyun would grunt non-commitally every time Zhou Mi showed him a fabulous new shirt or a gorgeous new bag, but he then in turn had to bear the manic gleam in Kyuhyun's eyes when they finally reached a game shop. Kyuhyun's almost perverse pleasure in examining every detail of the new releases rack drove him to sending texts to Heechul until he told him to "Shut the fuck up, Seasoning". (But the kisses he sneaked between the Nintendo and Sony shelves, or the ones that Kyuhyun would steal behind a rack of Givenchy that left him breathless and scandalised, made it worth it.)
Other Saturdays, Kyuhyun would win and they would end up sprawled on the sofa, Zhou Mi drooling against Kyuhyun's shirt as he played Star Craft obnoxiously and at full volume. ("You should just invent clothes out of your salivia" he would say with a long suffering air, and Zhou Mi would slip Super Mario Bros into the console before a fight broke out.)
Kyuhyun, strangely, never seemed to mind that Zhou Mi would cry all over his shirt while they watched something ridiculously romantic that starred Sandra Bullock or Hugh Grant.
-
Every Saturday night, Zhou Mi would lie in bed with Kyuhyun, listening to the clock tick. Kyuhyun's arms would be tight around his waist, his forehead brushing his own as they stared into each others eyes. Zhou Mi would brush away any stray hairs, and Kyuhyun would close his eyes every time the clock struck another hour.
(Zhou Mi never told Kyuhyun about the tears he saw glimmering on the edge of his lashes, glittering unsteadily beyond the pale. Kyuhyun never told Zhou Mi that he knew that he saw.)
-
Every Sunday morning, Zhou Mi would kiss Kyuhyun for the last time.
-
Every Thursday night, Zhou Mi would lie awake. Some time between eleven and half past the hour, he would reach for his blackberry and press the second number on his speed dial.
("It's only tomorrow, can't you be patient?" Kyuhyun would mutter softly down the line, and Zhou Mi would just roll over and chatter away about new clients and Ni Qiu staining the carpet again.)
-
Every Friday morning, Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun would wake up with a smile.
**
i am so painfully english/i adore love actually too much HI, I HATE THIS ////DIES