Fic: Lost in Translation (3/?)
Title: Lost in Translation
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Qmi
Rating: +17
Summary: AU Kyuhyun is part of Zhou Mi's new high school class. Zhou Mi has been sleeping with him for two months. This is all very awkward.
Notes: For umberela. IDEK ABOUT THIS. Fuck this is half of what Part III was supposed to be, so this is going to be long. And by this I mean this whole verse. Because this chapter is already long. Sigh. Hopefully next wait will not be six months.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Sungmin laughed with his whole body. It filled the restaurant, and Zhou Mi was glad that it was so late or else people would be looking at them, holed up in a table in the corner. He glanced out the window, watching the people pass by.
“It must be strange, being a teacher.”
Zhou Mi grinned, turning back to Sungmin as he reached for another piece of meat. “It must be strange being a rock star.”
“Ha, I wouldn’t call us rock stars. We sure don’t live the lifestyle.”
Zhou Mi flashed back to the green room and Han Geng and Heechul and the drummer. He looked down, trying to get the image out of his head.
“Oh are you thinking of those three? Just know that Heechul doesn’t count. He thinks he’s a rock star. And Siwon, well he’s new and easily corruptible. But the rest of us? We’re just your run of the mill people. When we aren’t touring Jay works as a bartender and Jungmo gives music lessons out of his parents’ garage.”
Zhou Mi laughed, stopping Sungmin’s explanation. “’When we aren’t touring.’ Normal, run of the mill people don’t tour.”
Sungmin’s lips pouted and he tossed his napkin in Zhou Mi’s general direction. “Well maybe they should start. It builds tons of character.”
“Is that what you call it?” Zhou Mi was still laughing and Sungmin frowned.
“It’s more than a teacher probably gets.”
Zhou Mi threw the napkin back at him, finally getting over his laughing. “Teaching is very rewarding.”
“I’m sure it’s very rewarding. Hankyung seems to like it well enough.” Sungmin took a moment to chew his food and Zhou Mi watched him. Sungmin was attractive Zhou Mi couldn’t deny it. Sungmin swallowed and took a drink of his water before smiling at Zhou Mi. He had noticed his staring. “How can you teach without actually doing anything?”
Zhou Mi leaned back. “I have done things. Before I came to Korea I recorded demo tapes for a record company back in China.”
“Why didn’t you stay there?”
“I wanted to travel. And, I wanted to grow, I guess.”
“I suppose even run of the mill people tour at some point.”
Zhou Mi looked up from his glass and threw the napkin back at Sungmin, causing him to dissolve into laughter. “That sounded like crap advice.”
“I couldn’t help it! But, it’s good that you’ve come here? You enjoy it?”
“I really do.” Zhou Mi’s face lit up. “Teaching is a lot of fun, especially when you have dedicated students.”
“I take it you have a few of them.”
Zhou Mi’s mind flashed to Kyuhyun and he shook his head to clear it. “Yeah, there are a couple. They all are very talented but there are the few that rise above the rest.” He didn’t realize he was frowning until he looked at Sungmin and saw his own frown. He quirked his lips and leaned forward. “I should probably get headed home.”
Sungmin’s head tilted to the side. “You don’t have Saturday classes do you? Hankyung never does.”
Zhou Mi laughed and shook his head. “No. It’s just,” he paused and looked outside, “late. I don’t normally do this whole going out thing.”
“We’ve established that,” Sungmin said with a laugh, reaching for his wallet. Zhou Mi reached for his own as well as Sungmin called over their waiter for the check. “I’ll walk you home,” Sungmin said as they both stood, Sungmin making sure to grab his guitar case.
Zhou Mi frowned, wanting to make a comment about how he could walk himself home, but his mind locked to the idea of seeing where this would go with Sungmin. Ryeowook had said moving on made it easier. Zhou Mi tried to crack a smile as he stood up, nodding.
“Okay.”
The walk back to his apartment was spent in a comfortable silence, which was only broken when Sungmin started to hum a tune that Zhou Mi didn’t know. Sungmin followed Zhou Mi to the complex door and Zhou Mi felt his stomach clench. He realized that now it was all on him, and the pressure scared him more than it ever did with Kyuhyun.
He kept his hand on the keypad, looking at Sungmin standing there, hands in his pocket. Zhou Mi licked his lower lip.
“Do you want to walk me to my door?” There. Decision made.
Sungmin flashed a grin and nodded, walking through the door that Zhou Mi held open. Zhou Mi walked behind Sungmin, guiding him with soft words to which floor he was on and then the apartment number. He fished for his key, hands starting to shake with anticipation. Or fear. He wasn’t sure exactly which one it was yet. His mind kept yelling at him, reminding him that this wasn’t Kyuhyun, that he wasn’t being fair to anyone by doing this. And the he remembered Kyuhyun holding Seohyun’s hand and he violently shoved the key into the lock.
The door swung open and he turned to look at Sungmin. His eyes had darkened considerably, and Zhou Mi wasn’t entirely sure it was the poor lighting in the hall. Sungmin took a step towards him and Zhou Mi backed up on instinct before he realized what was going to happen.
He was prepared when Sungmin braced his hand on his shoulder, standing on his toes to press, first a light kiss, and then, when Zhou Mi returned it, a deeper one. Zhou Mi’s hands touched Sungmin’s waist, wanting to pull him closer. He sighed, opening his mouth for Sungmin’s tongue.
“Too much?” Sungmin asked when they broke apart, panting.
“No. This is good.” Zhou Mi said, pulling Sungmin back for a kiss. “This is good.”
Sungmin relaxed, no longer a ball of tension as they kissed. He pressed the length of his body against Zhou Mi as they both moaned, deepening the kiss. Zhou Mi took a step back, intent on leading Sungmin into his room but Sungmin pulled away, hands still on his shoulders.
“I need to be up early.” He whispered, looking down at his feet for a moment as he stepped back. When he looked back up he was grinning. “We’re going to Daegu for a couple of shows, but we’ll be back in Incheon next Friday.”
Zhou Mi picked up the thread that Sungmin left dangling. “Will you stop by?”
Sungmin grinned, nodding. “We can go out, if you want.”
“I’d like that.” Zhou Mi pulled him close to kiss him goodbye.
Sungmin sighed, stepping away. “Goodnight Zhou Mi.”
Zhou Mi watched him walk down the corridor, back to the elevator. He raised his hand, waving in parting to Sungmin’s back. He needed to take a hot shower.
He spent the weekend alone, though Ryeowook did come by Sunday night to grab another bag full of clothes. Zhou Mi watched like a zombie, trying to convince himself that the reason he hadn’t slept all weekend was because of the papers he was grading; that’s what he told Ryeowook when he asked.
“Well at least you are working. How did it go with Sungmin, was it?”
Zhou Mi nodded, eyes locked on the bag Ryeowook had tossed over his shoulder. “I’m having dinner with him over the weekend.”
Ryeowook beamed as he adjusted the strap on his shoulder. “That’s good, great even.”
Zhou Mi couldn’t find exactly where it was great, but he could understand good, perhaps. “Yeah. I’m looking forward to it.” He couldn’t exactly say he wasn’t, not with the way Ryeowook was beaming at him at going off about how exciting it must be to be going out with a guitarist.
“He’s just a musician just like you or me,” Zhou Mi said, interrupting Ryeowook’s monologue. He tacked on a smile because it made the words less biting.
Ryeowook looked at him for a moment and then threw the bag holding what was probably half his closest over his shoulder. “That’s a good thing, I think. Having that mindset, it will make you guys get along better.”
Zhou Mi didn’t know how to respond to that and so he smiled as he led Ryeowook to the front door and shut it behind him. When he turned around he was half expecting to see Ryeowook’s key on the table, but he supposed Ryeowook was taking the relationship with Jongwoon slower than that.
He went into school on Monday with eight hours of sleep over a seventy-two hour period. He looked as bad as he felt, he was sure, and the lack of sleep made him grouchy. He was never normally grouchy so he was unaware that grouchy made you mean. He subconsciously picked on Seohyun, though he was sure he had torn into a few other students, but he could only really focus on how close to tears Seohyun had looked at the end of class. He hadn’t meant to say that last comment about her pronunciation, really. He knew she had studied as long as she said she did, more so probably, but he couldn’t stop the words from coming out.
He was pretty sure he was going to vomit right there on the floor.
“Mr. Joo I need to talk to you.” Zhou Mi turned away from the music sheets to see Tiffany standing there, arms folded over her chest. She looked downright mean. “Are you okay? Because that wasn’t fair the way you treated Seohyun. She studied all weekend and I had to force her to take a five minute break to do her hair before her lunch date, which I’ll have you know she almost cancelled because she couldn’t roll her r’s the way she wanted to.” Tiffany took a deep breath and Zhou Mi pushed down the twist of hate that shouldn’t be directed towards a sixteen-year-old girl. “So why did you do it?”
Zhou Mi sighed. “I admit I may have been a bit unfair but I expect a lot from you all.”
“Changmin cracked three times today and you didn’t once critique him.”
Zhou Mi tried not to wince because he didn’t even remember that. He had been too focused on Seohyun and every little mistake she made. “Those were noticeable mistakes, and something that can’t be fixed but pronunciation and breathing-“
“Her breathing was fine. It’s always been fine Mr. Joo. You’ve always said she’s technically a flawless singer, why are you picking on her?” Tiffany stamped her feet on the ground.
“It wasn’t fine today. Everyone has their off days. If it really upset her that much I can apologize for the delivery of my critique to her tomorrow, but I don’t take it back.” He did though because it hadn’t been fair at all.
Tiffany seemed to relax after he said that. The way he smiled helped, Zhou Mi was sure. “It’s just not like you Mr. Joo. You’ve never been mean before. Are you feeling okay?”
Zhou Mi nodded, looked at his desk. “I skipped breakfast. It can do strange things to you if you miss meals you know.”
That seemed to be enough for Tiffany and she nodded, fingers wrapping around the strap of her bag. “You’ll eat lunch right now then?”
“Of course. I made it myself.” As he said the words he realized though that he hadn’t. He had been running late after finally falling asleep for a couple hours. He let out a curse and Tiffany giggled just a bit until she saw the look on his face.
“Mr. Joo?”
“It’s nothing,” he said smiling at her even as his stomach growled in protest. “I just remembered that I didn’t make my lunch this morning. I was running late.”
Tiffany’s face was rather comical as she began fishing around in her bag and Zhou Mi realized with a sinking feeling what she was doing.
“It’s okay. I’ll just go to the cafeteria and get something.”
Tiffany frowned, and instead of grabbing her lunch out of her bag she held her hand out. Zhou Mi looked at it with dead eyes and she shook her hand a little. “I’ll get it for you. You don’t know what’s good to eat, and you may end up poisoned.”
“You don’t need to do that.”
“Please Mr. Joo. I just want to help after yelling at you for a few minutes.” Her lower lip stuck out.
He was pretty sure he was being manipulated but he pulled out a couple bills and smoothed them into her hand. She flipped to a smile immediately and Zhou Mi sighed, taking a seat at his desk as he waited for her to return, mentally preparing himself for her staying and eating lunch with him. The students at this school, he swore, were in a league of their own when it came to how much they intertwined with the staff.
The door opened and his head popped up. He frowned at the sight of Kyuhyun carrying a plate of food and a drink.
“Where’s Tiffany?”
Kyuhyun shrugged, putting the plate down. He looked at Zhou Mi’s face for a moment and pushed the plate towards him. “What did you do this weekend?” It took him a moment to say and Zhou Mi wondered how much it pained him to say it.
He was tempted to talk about Sungmin and make up lies that would probably only make him feel remotely better in light of finding out that Kyuhyun had taken Seohyun out on a date, but as he watched Kyuhyun carefully coax him into eating he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He talked after he ate his first couple of bites.
“Graded papers.”
“You don’t give out papers.”
“Not to your class at least.” Zhou Mi grumbled and Kyuhyun arched his eyebrow in disbelief. He let out a sigh and brushed Kyuhyun off. “Get back to the cafeteria.” He wouldn’t tack on the get back to Seohyun because that would be cruel and childlike.
He jumped as Kyuhyun laid his hand on his shoulder and he looked up at him, suddenly feeling very childlike. “Take care of yourself, okay?” Zhou Mi opened his mouth to respond to it but all he could do was gasp as Kyuhyun kissed the corner of his lips.
Kyuhyun had left the room before Zhou Mi could form a coherent thought. He ended up slamming his forehead into the rim of his desk, hoping it would knock some sense into him.
He didn’t have any sense by the time his final class left, Kyuhyun leaving with them without a look back towards him. Zhou Mi tried not to feel hurt because he wasn’t, really, because he knew the kiss didn’t mean anything. Students in this school just had weird ways of showing their affection and appreciation for their teachers. Tiffany had probably dared him to do it anyway.
He gulped down an entire bottle of water before Henry shuffled in, putting his backpack down.
“You don’t mind me coming in, do you?” He had been acting jumpy around Zhou Mi all day and he wasn’t sure if Kyuhyun had told him.
“Not at all,” he said, trying to smile even though he was about ready to fall asleep. “Do you need help with tonight’s homework?”
“The scales would be better.” Henry gave a look around, rubbing his arm. “Kyuhyun isn’t here yet?”
Zhou Mi looked down. “I’m not sure he’s coming.”
“He didn’t tell me that during class though.” Henry said it slowly and Zhou Mi really did wonder what he knew.
“Either way, you should warm up. You always half-ass it during class so I want a full and serious work out, okay?” Zhou Mi watched Henry straighten up like a rod. He nodded as he hit the first key of the piano and Henry began his warm up.
The door to the classroom opened and Zhou Mi’s head snapped to it and he frowned as Kyuhyun poked his head in, Seohyun behind him. He glared as Kyuhyun turned around, smiling softly at her as he whispered something. Zhou Mi’s eyes locked onto their hands and he was sure Henry noticed. He hoped that he would just think it was a teacher disapproving of public displays of affection in the school building.
Zhou Mi pressed two keys and watched as all three students winced at the dissonance. He felt immature for that reaction but it made Kyuhyun let go of Seohyun’s hand and step away from her.
Henry smiled warily at Kyuhyun as he put his backpack down on one of the chairs before calmly approaching the piano and picking up the sheet music.
“Is this what we’re working on?” The question was directed to Henry and Zhou Mi glowered at the back of Kyuhyun’s head.
“Henry wants to work on his scales. I’m having him warm up first because he rarely if ever takes it seriously.” Zhou Mi watched Kyuhyun shoot Henry a look.
“His posture is off too,” Kyuhyun observed and before either of them could say anything Kyuhyun was pulling at Henry’s shoulders. “You stand like a violinist or like you’re at the piano.” He removed Henry’s jacket, making him roll his shoulders forward. “You need to relax or else the sound won’t come out.” Zhou Mi could only stare as Kyuhyun pressed his palm against Henry’s lower back. “Deep breath.” Henry did as he told, even though he kept glancing at Zhou Mi to see if this was okay.
He definitely knew something.
“I think he understands how to stand now Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi said it as calmly as he could and he had to resist pulling Kyuhyun away and closer to the piano. Instead he pressed down on a key and listened to Henry go about his warm ups. The sound wasn’t as forced now that he wasn’t as tensed and Zhou Mi nodded, throwing himself into softly correcting Henry every time he messed up.
Kyuhyun barely said another word, watching the two of them work instead. It was relaxing for Zhou Mi, and he saw his day looking up as Henry packed up his bags after they finished. He bowed to both of them.
“Thanks for all the help today.”
“No problem Henry. Will you need help later in the week?”
Henry shifted from foot to foot and then he nodded. “I actually might. Do you mind?”
Zhou Mi shook his head. “I’m here everyday after school.”
Henry nodded, waving to Kyuhyun. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Bye.”
“Bye,” Zhou Mi said and he watched the door shut. Once it clicked his eyes snapped to Kyuhyun and he prepared himself for whatever was coming. He tried to silence the part that hoped desperately for a kiss.
Kyuhyun tossed his backpack over his shoulder. “Good practice Mr. Joo. I’ll see you tomorrow, and please be nicer to my girlfriend. I don’t want to have to challenge you to a duel.” He shot Zhou Mi a malicious grin as he opened the door and Zhou Mi watched slack jawed as the door slammed shut.
He collapsed into his seat, unable to think over the pounding headache. He needed a strong drink or something. Kyuhyun was a mix of contradictions and Zhou Mi didn’t know what he wanted anymore.
The kiss meant nothing, he reminded himself, rubbing the palms of his hands into his eyes. It meant nothing.
He berated himself about that the whole subway ride home and all throughout his lonely time cooking dinner. He flipped through the homework assignment he had his Composing II class do as he picked at his food and he was almost relieved when his cell phone went off near midnight.
“I hope this isn’t too late for you,” Sungmin’s voice said from the other line and Zhou Mi put aside his papers.
“No. I’m a night owl. Did you just get done with a show?” Zhou Mi tried to remember if Sungmin had said where he was going and then he frowned. “Wait, how did you get my number? Did I give it to you?” Had he been too drunk to remember? He remembered wanting sex, and being upset that that hadn’t gone through.
Sungmin was talking he realized. “I had fun. How was work?”
“Tiring,” he said laughing. “I critiqued one of my students today and her friends got upset. Her boyfriend even threatened me.”
Sungmin laughed as well before a silence fell over the line. “Well, I just wanted to call. Please don’t be too mean to Ryeowook. He did put up a fight about giving out your phone number. I figured I would need it for later this week anyway.”
“Are you still coming back for Friday?”
“I should be. I’ll call you for the plans okay?”
“Okay. Good night Sungmin.”
“Night Zhou Mi. Thanks for not finding me too bothersome.”
Zhou Mi looked at the phone once he had hung up. He was upset that it wasn’t Kyuhyun.
Even though Sungmin had told him that they would meet at the restaurant he had gotten reservations at, he was waiting outside of Zhou Mi’s apartment, freshly showered, by the time Zhou Mi rounded that corner. He blinked, stopping in his tracks as he registered that it was Sungmin standing there, and then he slowly approached him. Sungmin rubbed the back of his neck.
“Sorry, I just. Well I wasn’t in the neighborhood but I thought maybe you’d get lost or something.” He let out a laugh and ran his hand through his damp hair. “Don’t think of me as creepy okay? I was just excited about seeing you.” His eyes crinkled. “It’s a compliment.”
Zhou Mi blinked and slowly smiled, nodding his head. “I understand.” He opened the front door to the building, standing aside to let Sungmin in. “How was the touring?”
Sungmin followed him up the stairs as he filled him in on his week. Zhou Mi listened to him, nodding at the appropriate times, as Sungmin talked about his bandmates and the bar fight that had almost happened Wednesday night.
“You live a very hectic life,” Zhou Mi said from his bedroom, where he was changing his shirt. Sungmin had been hesitant in coming in but Zhou Mi insisted and had left him in the front room while he changed.
He grabbed a linen shirt from his closest, pulling it on as he heard Sungmin answer him. He was barely listening though, frowning at the arm length of the shirt. He held his hands out, watching the cuffs ride up just a bit short and he rolled his shoulders. The shirt was ill fitted and he couldn’t figure out why. He didn’t remember any of his other shirts shrinking and he pulled it off, tossing it on the bed to grab a different shirt.
That one fit better and he sighed, buttoning it up. As he pulled his jacket on, something to make the whole outfit look less professional and more casual, he grabbed the shirt, figuring he would need to throw it out, or at least offer it to Ryeowook. He stopped at the door and looked at it again. Maybe he had grabbed one of Ryeowook’s shirts from the laundry by mistake and he frowned. Ryeowook didn’t own shirts like this.
Zhou Mi stepped back into his room, hoping Sungmin hadn’t heard him come out, and he locked the door. He squeezed the shirt, pulling it up to look at it and he let out a big breath as he began to unbutton his shirt. There was no crime in just wearing the shirt. It wasn’t like it made him strange, or something. It wasn’t like he had given in and pulled his cock out and started to stroke it at a hard fast pace while he sniffed the shirt. It wasn’t like the shirt even smelled like Kyuhyun anymore anyway, so it wouldn’t be worth smelling it.
He put it on, convincing himself that he just liked the feeling of it, because it was a nice shirt. And it breathed. He pulled his jacket back on, and even though the shirt was too short on the arms, left a bit of his waist exposed and fit too loose on his chest, no one could see it, so it’s not like it mattered.
“Sorry I took so long,” he said, coming out of the room.
Sungmin smiled at him, hands stuffed in his pocket. “It’s no problem, I really shouldn’t have stopped by and pressured you to hurry.”
“I don’t mind. Really.”
Sungmin’s shoulders dropped, relaxing and Zhou Mi hoped, really hoped that this date would work out well because he needed a third date and then a fourth date because maybe after all that time he would be able to actually throw this shirt out.
“So are we going?”
Sungmin laughed and opened his door, suddenly a lot more confident and Zhou Mi thought he wore it well. The restaurant they went to was nice, in a part of town Zhou Mi rarely went to, but Sungmin seemed to know it because after dinner he grabbed hold of Zhou Mi’s hand and led him down a few streets until they were in front of a store.
Zhou Mi blinked and suddenly Sungmin looked a lot less sure of himself.
“Well, I’m going to be honest, I’m really bad at this whole dating thing,” Sungmin said laughing and Zhou Mi watched him move his hands around nervously before pushing them back into his pocket. “So I just decided to bring you to this place because well, I really like it, and I thought you might too.”
Zhou Mi looked into the window of the dimly lit store and he saw guitars hanging on the wall. “It’s a music shop?” Sungmin nodded. “Are we going in?” Sungmin nodded again as he reached for the door handle, letting Zhou Mi walk in first.
Zhou Mi was hit by the strong smell of the place, musty and old and filled with paper and he looked around, up at the guitars and basses hanging on the walls to the bins full of CDs, tapes and records and he thought maybe he understood Sungmin just a little bit more. He started to flip through the CDs, then the records, and it’d been awhile since he’d touch an actual one. The last time had been when he was helping his mom throw out his grandmother’s old collection, the one that he had loved as a little kid.
“It doesn’t suck too much does it?”
Zhou Mi turned and realized how close Sungmin was too him. He blinked, putting down the record and smiling. “It’s different, but I don’t mind it.”
Sungmin let out a breath of air and he leaned against Zhou Mi’s shoulder for a moment, looking at the titles Zhou Mi had been looking at. “I just wasn’t sure if you would hate it.”
“I’m having a good time.” He slowly wrapped his arm around Sungmin’s shoulder, picking up another record. “I just, you aren’t bored are you?” He looked at Sungmin, worried but Sungmin shook his head.
“I told you, I love this place. I could spend hours in here.” Zhou Mi watched Sungmin’s eyes drift to the guitars and he laughed.
“Envying the things you can’t own?”
Sungmin nodded, pulling himself away from Zhou Mi. “Between Jungmo, Jay and I we have about eight guitars, but yeah, sometimes I want a different brand.” He let out a laugh. “Some people pick a brand and stick with it forever, Jay’s like that, but that’s mostly because he can’t play guitar that well, so he learned on one and then stuck with it, but me and Jungmo keep trying to find new ones.”
Zhou Mi nodded. “Different makes, make different sounds?”
“Something like that.” Sungmin grabbed hold of Zhou Mi’s hand. “Whenever you’re ready to leave, we can. We’ll walk around, or something.”
Zhou Mi laughed. “I see you have this planned out.” He watched as Sungmin flushed.
“I told you it’s been awhile okay.” Zhou Mi nodded, letting himself be led out of the store by Sungmin.
They walked down the street, and Zhou Mi distantly realized they were holding hands as they walked passed bars and people.
“Do you want me to let you go? You must be exhausted.” Zhou Mi looked at Sungmin, wondering what he was saying and he tilted his head to the side. Sungmin looked away. “I’m on a complete night owl schedule. But you’ve been up since early I bet.”
Zhou Mi shrugged. “I don’t have anything to do tomorrow.” He stopped. “Do you?”
“There’s a festival on Tuesday, we are preparing for. It’s here in Seoul. You’re invited of course.” Sungmin tugged on his hand. “You can even come backstage?”
Zhou Mi thought about it for a second, wondered what the harm would be in going and watching Sungmin perform. He liked the music last time, and he’d enjoyed himself. Besides, it wasn’t like he had anyone waiting for him at home. “Sure, I’ll come. It’s after work right?”
“The show starts at five, but we won’t be on until at least nine.” Sungmin played with Zhou Mi’s fingers as he bit his lip. “Give me a call and I’ll meet you outside to take you backstage okay?”
“Why don’t I just watch from the crowd?” Zhou Mi asked, head tilting to the side in confusion.
Sungmin let out a laugh. “This concert will be a bit more energetic than last concert.” Zhou Mi frowned and Sungmin shook his head. “I don’t think you’d do well in a mosh pit.”
“Mosh pit?” The English word was not in his vocabulary.
“You know, big group of people punching and kicking each other as loud rock music plays and eggs them on?” Sungmin laughed again. “Just trust me.”
Zhou Mi frowned, trying to picture it and finally he threw his hands up in the air. “Why would anyone want to do that?”
“So you’ll call me right? And I’ll take you backstage?”
“Fine,” Zhou Mi grumbled, wrapping his arm around Sungmin’s. “I don’t need to go to work with a black eye.”
“I’m sure you would look very pretty with one though.”
Zhou Mi frowned at him. “It would break my skull.”
“And I’m positive that even with a broken skull I’d still find you attractive.”
“You are so weird,” Zhou Mi muttered, pulling Sungmin down towards the subway. He didn’t know where they were but he just needed to see the subway map and he’d figure it out. Sungmin stopped them on the stairs though. Zhou Mi frowned, trying to pull Sungmin further down but he stayed put.
“I live the opposite way.”
Zhou Mi blinked, letting go of his arm. “Oh. So this is, good night then?”
Sungmin shrugged. “I guess?”
They were on different steps so Sungmin was finally eye level with Zhou Mi and he wondered at it for a moment. “You don’t want to come back with me?” Zhou Mi wasn’t sure exactly why he had said it, but the words were out there, and now it was up to Sungmin.
“Not tonight,” Sungmin said, much too quickly and Zhou Mi was sure there was a look of surprise and confusion on his face. “Text me when you get home though, okay? I want to make sure you don’t get killed.”
Zhou Mi rolled his eyes. “Sure thing. I’ll see you on Tuesday?”
Sungmin nodded. “I’ll give you the details tomorrow or Monday okay?”
Zhou Mi agreed, and he waited for the businessman to jog passed them before he grabbed the back of Sungmin’s neck and pulled him over for a kiss. Sungmin gasped, taking a few steps down so he could grab hold of Zhou Mi’s jacket. Someone else walked by them, pushing into them as they went and Zhou Mi broke the kiss, afraid for a moment that he would go flying back.
Sungmin was panting, and he leaned forward for another kiss. Zhou Mi chuckled. “Sure you don’t want to come back?”
Sungmin shook his head, even as he pressed himself close to Zhou Mi, hips arching up so he could feel his erection. Another person walked by and they broke apart finally.
“I’ll see you Tuesday okay?” Sungmin asked, hands adjusting his pants so his erection wasn’t as obvious.
Zhou Mi nodded, eyes focused on Sungmin’s crotch. “And I’ll text you when I get home. Promise.”
“Thank you Zhou Mi,” Sungmin said, taking a few steps back. “Bye.”
Zhou Mi watched him turn, heading up the stairs back to the road. When he got home, and after he had texted Sungmin, thanking him for the evening, he didn’t feel guilty thinking of Kyuhyun as he came in the shower.
Zhou Mi could hear the music coming from the venue from a block away. He pulled out his cell phone, feeling out of place as people ran past him dressed far more casually than he would ever dare to dress. He hoped Sungmin was already outside as he sent the text saying he was almost there, because this was a new environment for him, and he had to admit, at least to himself that he was a little nervous at what could happen. Sungmin’s constant encouragement that it wasn’t going to be that bad didn’t help.
“Zhou Mi!” He turned, surprised he could hear Sungmin call him because the closer he got to the venue the louder the music got. He smiled, walking over to where Sungmin was leaning against the wall. Before he could say any type of greeting Sungmin had grabbed hold of his hand and tugged him inside.
It was even louder inside and Zhou Mi didn’t think he could hear past the pounding bass, much less hold a conversation in here. He was pretty sure that in some circles this would be considered music, but all he heard was noise. He was about to tell Sungmin as much, or at least tell the pounding bass it, since he doubted Sungmin could hear him, when he realized Sungmin was much too close to him, their noses almost pressed together.
He pushed something into his ears and Zhou Mi reeled back until he realized it was just earplugs. The bass cut down a couple of decibels but Zhou Mi could still feel it pounding through his body. Sungmin smiled, pointed behind him and then tugged his wrist. Zhou Mi shrugged, not able to understand the body language and he just let himself be pulled along until they were in a back room, dimly lit. The sound was still insanely loud, but Zhou Mi thought the room might have some soundproofing on it, because it looked like the bassist and guitarist were trying to tune their instruments.
Zhou Mi looked away quickly because Heechul was straddling the drummer and making quite a show about it. Han Geng was watching and perhaps coaxing it along. Sungmin rolled his eyes as he sat Zhou Mi down. And there he was again, much too close, but this time Zhou Mi realized he was trying to say something.
“Only fifteen minutes.”
Zhou Mi didn’t know what was only fifteen minutes, how long until they went on or how long they would be on. The sound completely cut off, and all Zhou Mi could hear was the distant sound of a crowd screaming.
“What?”
Sungmin laughed, and for a moment Zhou Mi thought he might try to kiss him. He wasn’t physically drunk; Zhou Mi couldn’t smell any liquor, but he was definitely emotionally high.
“We go on in fifteen minutes,” Sungmin screamed, it sounded like normal speaking though, even with how close they were. Another band had started up, and the screech of a too shrill guitar blasted through the sound proofing. Sungmin winced and then laughed, his hands rubbing Zhou Mi’s wrist, up his arm. “I’ll take you somewhere quiet afterwards, okay?” He was screaming into Zhou Mi’s ear but all he felt was warm breath tickling his neck.
“Okay,” Zhou Mi answered, eyes taken away from Sungmin when he saw Jay, he thought, turn around and whap Heechul on the butt with his guitar, knocking him off the drummer.
Heechul let out a whine, even as Jay and Han Geng both laughed at him, and he pulled the drummer back over for a kiss, making sure his hands reached around to rub where the guitar had smacked him.
Sungmin was rolling his eyes fondly. Zhou Mi leaned in to say something, he wasn’t sure what, but the door swung open and someone leaned in, screaming out that they had to leave. He had a clipboard and he gave them all a disgusted look, Zhou Mi thought it was mostly directed towards Heechul though, and then he left, leaving the door wide open.
The music was really loud.
Zhou Mi watched as Heechul stood up, and Sungmin grabbed the neck of his guitar. He was still holding onto his hand, and he pulled Zhou Mi up with him, nodding his head towards the door, and the stage. Zhou Mi followed after him, closer to the speakers, and his body really was shaking as he stood on the side of the stage as he watched the act that preceeded Sungmin’s band jump up and down as the lead singer screamed over and over again into the mic.
Sungmin strapping on his guitar knocked Zhou Mi’s attention away from the show and he looked down at Sungmin, and wondered if he should even wish him good luck. Whenever he performed he liked a little luck, but this wasn’t his normal venue.
Sungmin looked up at him, eyes dark and Zhou Mi wondered when they had gotten like that. He opened his mouth to say something, probably good luck, but Sungmin grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him down for a kiss that was more teeth and tongue than actual lip and suddenly the screaming music made sense.
Zhou Mi felt himself get hard as the bass and the drums continued to pound and Sungmin pressed himself against him. The guitar strings rubbed against his arm as Sungmin was knocked away by a grinning Heechul, who wrapped his arms around Sungmin’s shoulder. Zhou Mi was still focused on the kiss though, and he licked his lips as he watched Heechul drag Sungmin and Jay onto the stage, Jungmo and Siwon following after slowly as they passed the band that was exiting.
Zhou Mi kept his eyes locked on Sungmin as he plugged in his guitar, gave a few test strums, licking his lips. Zhou Mi felt a shiver up his spine as it hit him that Sungmin was tasting him on his lips. He stepped aside to let the other band come off, and stood to the side as Sungmin launched into a song and Heechul started to scream, as the band lit up cigarettes and drank beer beside him.
Han Geng was watching beside him, eyes darting back and forth between Siwon and Heechul and Jay and Zhou Mi wanted to take it all in, even as the speakers started to screw with his heartbeat. He kept looking at everything, from the crowd cheering, and then outright booing as Heechul grabbed Sungmin and kissed him square on the mouth. All Heechul did was give the crowd the finger and they screamed louder, some guys even trying to grab at his ankles and Heechul cackled mid-song before he continued to scream the lyrics.
That was the only way Zhou Mi could describe what Heechul was doing after all. He’d heard Heechul sing the other night, but this was just rhythmic screaming. Zhou Mi winced as one note went too sharp and he tried not to focus too much on the artistic merit. He was sure most people didn’t come here for that.
Instead he watched Sungmin, engrossed in his playing, even after the kiss from Heechul. He looked at the crowd occasionally, but mostly he just watched his hands and Zhou Mi wanted to know what the calluses felt like running down his back.
He swallowed at the rush of desire, and realized it must be the music, disgusting noise that it was, pumping through him and making him want. He kept his eyes on Sungmin and didn’t even try to look at Han Geng next to him because now he was hard and he knew that if he looked at Han Geng all he would feel was that awkward notion of being hard with someone at the same time, but knowing that it wasn’t because of the same person, and it was just awkward and Zhou Mi found himself really turned on by the whole experience.
He shifted, watched Sungmin end the song with a complex key change that somehow complimented Heechul’s final wail, and Sungmin grinned, putting his pick in between his teeth as he adjusted his guitar strap. Zhou Mi focused on the pick, even from the distance, and watched Sungmin’s lips pull into a smirk as they started up the next song.
They played four songs in total, all loud and accompanied by frenzied yelling and Heechul’s screeching. Zhou Mi stood off to the side as they all came off stage, not sure what to do. Sungmin came off last, sweaty as he pulled his guitar off and Zhou Mi didn’t even focus on Heechul grabbing onto Han Geng, because Sungmin’s eyes were darting around and they finally latched on him. Zhou Mi took a step back as Sungmin grinned at him.
He tried to figure out how to say “good performance” when he really couldn’t remember half of it, and the half he could remember was mostly just Sungmin’s fingers going up and down the neck of his guitar. His words were cut off by Sungmin grabbing him by the shoulder and kissing him. Zhou Mi gasped, and his hands went to Sungmin’s waist, pulling him close. Sungmin ground his hips down, and Zhou Mi groaned at the friction on his erection. He didn’t care that this was public because the next band had started up and the bass was feeding his lust.
He felt like a groupie as Sungmin pushed his shirt up, hands touching skin, and they were moving much faster. Zhou Mi liked it, showed his appreciation by ghosting his hand over Sungmin’s own erection. Sungmin bucked his hips and broke the kiss, grinning a feral smirk before dropping to his knees.
Zhou Mi’s jaw dropped and he let out a moan as Sungmin pulled his fly down and wrapped his hand around his cock. People were moving around, and even if backstage was dim Zhou Mi knew he could be seen, even possibly by people from the crowd. He didn’t care as he bucked his hips, his cock going passed Sungmin’s lips and it was the first contact with another person for months and Zhou Mi was pretty sure he wouldn’t complain even if Sungmin sucked at giving head, but he seemed to be pretty talented.
He gripped his hair; shallow thrusts in and out as Sungmin’s tongue wrapped around his cock. Zhou Mi’s eyes focused on the poster on the opposite wall as he gripped Sungmin’s hair. He thrust his hips forward, felt his cock hit the back of Sungmin’s throat and he pulled back. He cursed, closing his eyes as someone walked by and stared, and he was no longer back stage. He bit his lip, focusing on the feeling of Sungmin’s tongue as he stared at the poster and tried not to think of Kyuhyun. But it was hard when all he wanted to do was moan low, tilt Sungmin’s head up and see Kyuhyun’s face.
Sungmin hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard as Zhou Mi stopped trying to control his mind, because it felt too good and no one needed to know what he was thinking about as Sungmin swallowed around his cock, pulling him closer to the edge. He was thinking about Kyuhyun, and him on his knees that one time in the subway very late at night; empty cars were always just daring them and Zhou Mi cursed in Chinese that whole night, just like he was doing now as Sungmin cupped his balls.
It felt good and Zhou Mi gasped and called out Kyuhyun’s name as he felt Sungmin swallow his come. His knees were shaking as he looked down and watched Sungmin lick his lips, before climbing back to his feet. Zhou Mi’s hand dropped to his erection, pulling it out from his pants and Sungmin shuddered, pushing forward and kissing Zhou Mi on the mouth quickly before biting into his neck.
He was already hard, and close before Zhou Mi started to jack him off and Sungmin gasped, spreading his legs as much as he could to get a different angle. Zhou Mi let him; it was the least he could do as Sungmin withered to get off, moaning as he finally came.
Zhou Mi wiped the come on his pants, grinning as Sungmin went boneless for a moment. The music came back into focus much too quickly for Zhou Mi though, and his post-orgasm high was killed as he was hit with what he had just done, and he blushed. Sungmin saw the blush and laughed, pulling him down for a needy kiss.
He whispered something against Zhou Mi’s lips, he didn’t know what, before grabbing hold of Zhou Mi’s hand and pulling him away from the stage. Zhou Mi followed him back to the room they had been in before, and he watched in a daze as Sungmin said goodbye to everyone and then guided him out of the venue.
Zhou Mi pulled his ear plugs out once they were outside. He turned to Sungmin, not sure what to say, even as he watched Sungmin take in a deep breath of fresh air, completely calm.
“Wow,” he finally settled on.
Sungmin smirked. “For what?”
“Just, everything.”
Sungmin laughed, squeezing Zhou Mi’s hand. “So you liked the show?”
Zhou Mi couldn’t stop the grimace and he was just glad that Sungmin laughed again. “It was different.” He tried to explain but Sungmin just waved him off.
“I figured you wouldn’t be too fond of it tonight. Really loud and really intense.”
“Does what they were doing even count as singing?”
Sungmin laughed again, pushing himself up close to Zhou Mi as he led him down the street. “In some cultures yes.” He wrapped Zhou Mi’s arms around himself. “Don’t worry, I won’t invite you to something like this again. But I had to see if you secretly were a rocker.”
“I like the music,” Zhou Mi tried, “just the singing was, not there.”
Sungmin just continued to laugh as Zhou Mi tried to find a way to compliment him, or at least not outright insult him.
“You were hot.”
Sungmin stopped and Zhou Mi swallowed because he wasn’t sure if that was too forward. His mind went back to Sungmin on his knees and he blushed. He waited until Sungmin pulled his chin up to look at him, because he wasn’t sure he could handle looking and embarrassing himself.
Sungmin was licking his lips and grinning. “Hot?” Zhou Mi nodded, watching Sungmin for any change in expression. “Please, I was better than hot.”
Zhou Mi laughed at that, hugging Sungmin close to him as he rode out his laughter. “Sure, sure.”
Sungmin jabbed him lightly in the stomach, holding him as well and it took Zhou Mi a moment to finally catch his breath and remember what was going on. He pulled away.
“So, are we going to eat?” He didn’t want to extend an invitation back to his place just yet.
“Sure,” Sungmin said, pointing in a direction. “That way?”
Zhou Mi shrugged, not knowing any of the places around here. “Lead the way.”
PART 2
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Qmi
Rating: +17
Summary: AU Kyuhyun is part of Zhou Mi's new high school class. Zhou Mi has been sleeping with him for two months. This is all very awkward.
Notes: For umberela. IDEK ABOUT THIS. Fuck this is half of what Part III was supposed to be, so this is going to be long. And by this I mean this whole verse. Because this chapter is already long. Sigh. Hopefully next wait will not be six months.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Sungmin laughed with his whole body. It filled the restaurant, and Zhou Mi was glad that it was so late or else people would be looking at them, holed up in a table in the corner. He glanced out the window, watching the people pass by.
“It must be strange, being a teacher.”
Zhou Mi grinned, turning back to Sungmin as he reached for another piece of meat. “It must be strange being a rock star.”
“Ha, I wouldn’t call us rock stars. We sure don’t live the lifestyle.”
Zhou Mi flashed back to the green room and Han Geng and Heechul and the drummer. He looked down, trying to get the image out of his head.
“Oh are you thinking of those three? Just know that Heechul doesn’t count. He thinks he’s a rock star. And Siwon, well he’s new and easily corruptible. But the rest of us? We’re just your run of the mill people. When we aren’t touring Jay works as a bartender and Jungmo gives music lessons out of his parents’ garage.”
Zhou Mi laughed, stopping Sungmin’s explanation. “’When we aren’t touring.’ Normal, run of the mill people don’t tour.”
Sungmin’s lips pouted and he tossed his napkin in Zhou Mi’s general direction. “Well maybe they should start. It builds tons of character.”
“Is that what you call it?” Zhou Mi was still laughing and Sungmin frowned.
“It’s more than a teacher probably gets.”
Zhou Mi threw the napkin back at him, finally getting over his laughing. “Teaching is very rewarding.”
“I’m sure it’s very rewarding. Hankyung seems to like it well enough.” Sungmin took a moment to chew his food and Zhou Mi watched him. Sungmin was attractive Zhou Mi couldn’t deny it. Sungmin swallowed and took a drink of his water before smiling at Zhou Mi. He had noticed his staring. “How can you teach without actually doing anything?”
Zhou Mi leaned back. “I have done things. Before I came to Korea I recorded demo tapes for a record company back in China.”
“Why didn’t you stay there?”
“I wanted to travel. And, I wanted to grow, I guess.”
“I suppose even run of the mill people tour at some point.”
Zhou Mi looked up from his glass and threw the napkin back at Sungmin, causing him to dissolve into laughter. “That sounded like crap advice.”
“I couldn’t help it! But, it’s good that you’ve come here? You enjoy it?”
“I really do.” Zhou Mi’s face lit up. “Teaching is a lot of fun, especially when you have dedicated students.”
“I take it you have a few of them.”
Zhou Mi’s mind flashed to Kyuhyun and he shook his head to clear it. “Yeah, there are a couple. They all are very talented but there are the few that rise above the rest.” He didn’t realize he was frowning until he looked at Sungmin and saw his own frown. He quirked his lips and leaned forward. “I should probably get headed home.”
Sungmin’s head tilted to the side. “You don’t have Saturday classes do you? Hankyung never does.”
Zhou Mi laughed and shook his head. “No. It’s just,” he paused and looked outside, “late. I don’t normally do this whole going out thing.”
“We’ve established that,” Sungmin said with a laugh, reaching for his wallet. Zhou Mi reached for his own as well as Sungmin called over their waiter for the check. “I’ll walk you home,” Sungmin said as they both stood, Sungmin making sure to grab his guitar case.
Zhou Mi frowned, wanting to make a comment about how he could walk himself home, but his mind locked to the idea of seeing where this would go with Sungmin. Ryeowook had said moving on made it easier. Zhou Mi tried to crack a smile as he stood up, nodding.
“Okay.”
The walk back to his apartment was spent in a comfortable silence, which was only broken when Sungmin started to hum a tune that Zhou Mi didn’t know. Sungmin followed Zhou Mi to the complex door and Zhou Mi felt his stomach clench. He realized that now it was all on him, and the pressure scared him more than it ever did with Kyuhyun.
He kept his hand on the keypad, looking at Sungmin standing there, hands in his pocket. Zhou Mi licked his lower lip.
“Do you want to walk me to my door?” There. Decision made.
Sungmin flashed a grin and nodded, walking through the door that Zhou Mi held open. Zhou Mi walked behind Sungmin, guiding him with soft words to which floor he was on and then the apartment number. He fished for his key, hands starting to shake with anticipation. Or fear. He wasn’t sure exactly which one it was yet. His mind kept yelling at him, reminding him that this wasn’t Kyuhyun, that he wasn’t being fair to anyone by doing this. And the he remembered Kyuhyun holding Seohyun’s hand and he violently shoved the key into the lock.
The door swung open and he turned to look at Sungmin. His eyes had darkened considerably, and Zhou Mi wasn’t entirely sure it was the poor lighting in the hall. Sungmin took a step towards him and Zhou Mi backed up on instinct before he realized what was going to happen.
He was prepared when Sungmin braced his hand on his shoulder, standing on his toes to press, first a light kiss, and then, when Zhou Mi returned it, a deeper one. Zhou Mi’s hands touched Sungmin’s waist, wanting to pull him closer. He sighed, opening his mouth for Sungmin’s tongue.
“Too much?” Sungmin asked when they broke apart, panting.
“No. This is good.” Zhou Mi said, pulling Sungmin back for a kiss. “This is good.”
Sungmin relaxed, no longer a ball of tension as they kissed. He pressed the length of his body against Zhou Mi as they both moaned, deepening the kiss. Zhou Mi took a step back, intent on leading Sungmin into his room but Sungmin pulled away, hands still on his shoulders.
“I need to be up early.” He whispered, looking down at his feet for a moment as he stepped back. When he looked back up he was grinning. “We’re going to Daegu for a couple of shows, but we’ll be back in Incheon next Friday.”
Zhou Mi picked up the thread that Sungmin left dangling. “Will you stop by?”
Sungmin grinned, nodding. “We can go out, if you want.”
“I’d like that.” Zhou Mi pulled him close to kiss him goodbye.
Sungmin sighed, stepping away. “Goodnight Zhou Mi.”
Zhou Mi watched him walk down the corridor, back to the elevator. He raised his hand, waving in parting to Sungmin’s back. He needed to take a hot shower.
He spent the weekend alone, though Ryeowook did come by Sunday night to grab another bag full of clothes. Zhou Mi watched like a zombie, trying to convince himself that the reason he hadn’t slept all weekend was because of the papers he was grading; that’s what he told Ryeowook when he asked.
“Well at least you are working. How did it go with Sungmin, was it?”
Zhou Mi nodded, eyes locked on the bag Ryeowook had tossed over his shoulder. “I’m having dinner with him over the weekend.”
Ryeowook beamed as he adjusted the strap on his shoulder. “That’s good, great even.”
Zhou Mi couldn’t find exactly where it was great, but he could understand good, perhaps. “Yeah. I’m looking forward to it.” He couldn’t exactly say he wasn’t, not with the way Ryeowook was beaming at him at going off about how exciting it must be to be going out with a guitarist.
“He’s just a musician just like you or me,” Zhou Mi said, interrupting Ryeowook’s monologue. He tacked on a smile because it made the words less biting.
Ryeowook looked at him for a moment and then threw the bag holding what was probably half his closest over his shoulder. “That’s a good thing, I think. Having that mindset, it will make you guys get along better.”
Zhou Mi didn’t know how to respond to that and so he smiled as he led Ryeowook to the front door and shut it behind him. When he turned around he was half expecting to see Ryeowook’s key on the table, but he supposed Ryeowook was taking the relationship with Jongwoon slower than that.
He went into school on Monday with eight hours of sleep over a seventy-two hour period. He looked as bad as he felt, he was sure, and the lack of sleep made him grouchy. He was never normally grouchy so he was unaware that grouchy made you mean. He subconsciously picked on Seohyun, though he was sure he had torn into a few other students, but he could only really focus on how close to tears Seohyun had looked at the end of class. He hadn’t meant to say that last comment about her pronunciation, really. He knew she had studied as long as she said she did, more so probably, but he couldn’t stop the words from coming out.
He was pretty sure he was going to vomit right there on the floor.
“Mr. Joo I need to talk to you.” Zhou Mi turned away from the music sheets to see Tiffany standing there, arms folded over her chest. She looked downright mean. “Are you okay? Because that wasn’t fair the way you treated Seohyun. She studied all weekend and I had to force her to take a five minute break to do her hair before her lunch date, which I’ll have you know she almost cancelled because she couldn’t roll her r’s the way she wanted to.” Tiffany took a deep breath and Zhou Mi pushed down the twist of hate that shouldn’t be directed towards a sixteen-year-old girl. “So why did you do it?”
Zhou Mi sighed. “I admit I may have been a bit unfair but I expect a lot from you all.”
“Changmin cracked three times today and you didn’t once critique him.”
Zhou Mi tried not to wince because he didn’t even remember that. He had been too focused on Seohyun and every little mistake she made. “Those were noticeable mistakes, and something that can’t be fixed but pronunciation and breathing-“
“Her breathing was fine. It’s always been fine Mr. Joo. You’ve always said she’s technically a flawless singer, why are you picking on her?” Tiffany stamped her feet on the ground.
“It wasn’t fine today. Everyone has their off days. If it really upset her that much I can apologize for the delivery of my critique to her tomorrow, but I don’t take it back.” He did though because it hadn’t been fair at all.
Tiffany seemed to relax after he said that. The way he smiled helped, Zhou Mi was sure. “It’s just not like you Mr. Joo. You’ve never been mean before. Are you feeling okay?”
Zhou Mi nodded, looked at his desk. “I skipped breakfast. It can do strange things to you if you miss meals you know.”
That seemed to be enough for Tiffany and she nodded, fingers wrapping around the strap of her bag. “You’ll eat lunch right now then?”
“Of course. I made it myself.” As he said the words he realized though that he hadn’t. He had been running late after finally falling asleep for a couple hours. He let out a curse and Tiffany giggled just a bit until she saw the look on his face.
“Mr. Joo?”
“It’s nothing,” he said smiling at her even as his stomach growled in protest. “I just remembered that I didn’t make my lunch this morning. I was running late.”
Tiffany’s face was rather comical as she began fishing around in her bag and Zhou Mi realized with a sinking feeling what she was doing.
“It’s okay. I’ll just go to the cafeteria and get something.”
Tiffany frowned, and instead of grabbing her lunch out of her bag she held her hand out. Zhou Mi looked at it with dead eyes and she shook her hand a little. “I’ll get it for you. You don’t know what’s good to eat, and you may end up poisoned.”
“You don’t need to do that.”
“Please Mr. Joo. I just want to help after yelling at you for a few minutes.” Her lower lip stuck out.
He was pretty sure he was being manipulated but he pulled out a couple bills and smoothed them into her hand. She flipped to a smile immediately and Zhou Mi sighed, taking a seat at his desk as he waited for her to return, mentally preparing himself for her staying and eating lunch with him. The students at this school, he swore, were in a league of their own when it came to how much they intertwined with the staff.
The door opened and his head popped up. He frowned at the sight of Kyuhyun carrying a plate of food and a drink.
“Where’s Tiffany?”
Kyuhyun shrugged, putting the plate down. He looked at Zhou Mi’s face for a moment and pushed the plate towards him. “What did you do this weekend?” It took him a moment to say and Zhou Mi wondered how much it pained him to say it.
He was tempted to talk about Sungmin and make up lies that would probably only make him feel remotely better in light of finding out that Kyuhyun had taken Seohyun out on a date, but as he watched Kyuhyun carefully coax him into eating he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He talked after he ate his first couple of bites.
“Graded papers.”
“You don’t give out papers.”
“Not to your class at least.” Zhou Mi grumbled and Kyuhyun arched his eyebrow in disbelief. He let out a sigh and brushed Kyuhyun off. “Get back to the cafeteria.” He wouldn’t tack on the get back to Seohyun because that would be cruel and childlike.
He jumped as Kyuhyun laid his hand on his shoulder and he looked up at him, suddenly feeling very childlike. “Take care of yourself, okay?” Zhou Mi opened his mouth to respond to it but all he could do was gasp as Kyuhyun kissed the corner of his lips.
Kyuhyun had left the room before Zhou Mi could form a coherent thought. He ended up slamming his forehead into the rim of his desk, hoping it would knock some sense into him.
He didn’t have any sense by the time his final class left, Kyuhyun leaving with them without a look back towards him. Zhou Mi tried not to feel hurt because he wasn’t, really, because he knew the kiss didn’t mean anything. Students in this school just had weird ways of showing their affection and appreciation for their teachers. Tiffany had probably dared him to do it anyway.
He gulped down an entire bottle of water before Henry shuffled in, putting his backpack down.
“You don’t mind me coming in, do you?” He had been acting jumpy around Zhou Mi all day and he wasn’t sure if Kyuhyun had told him.
“Not at all,” he said, trying to smile even though he was about ready to fall asleep. “Do you need help with tonight’s homework?”
“The scales would be better.” Henry gave a look around, rubbing his arm. “Kyuhyun isn’t here yet?”
Zhou Mi looked down. “I’m not sure he’s coming.”
“He didn’t tell me that during class though.” Henry said it slowly and Zhou Mi really did wonder what he knew.
“Either way, you should warm up. You always half-ass it during class so I want a full and serious work out, okay?” Zhou Mi watched Henry straighten up like a rod. He nodded as he hit the first key of the piano and Henry began his warm up.
The door to the classroom opened and Zhou Mi’s head snapped to it and he frowned as Kyuhyun poked his head in, Seohyun behind him. He glared as Kyuhyun turned around, smiling softly at her as he whispered something. Zhou Mi’s eyes locked onto their hands and he was sure Henry noticed. He hoped that he would just think it was a teacher disapproving of public displays of affection in the school building.
Zhou Mi pressed two keys and watched as all three students winced at the dissonance. He felt immature for that reaction but it made Kyuhyun let go of Seohyun’s hand and step away from her.
Henry smiled warily at Kyuhyun as he put his backpack down on one of the chairs before calmly approaching the piano and picking up the sheet music.
“Is this what we’re working on?” The question was directed to Henry and Zhou Mi glowered at the back of Kyuhyun’s head.
“Henry wants to work on his scales. I’m having him warm up first because he rarely if ever takes it seriously.” Zhou Mi watched Kyuhyun shoot Henry a look.
“His posture is off too,” Kyuhyun observed and before either of them could say anything Kyuhyun was pulling at Henry’s shoulders. “You stand like a violinist or like you’re at the piano.” He removed Henry’s jacket, making him roll his shoulders forward. “You need to relax or else the sound won’t come out.” Zhou Mi could only stare as Kyuhyun pressed his palm against Henry’s lower back. “Deep breath.” Henry did as he told, even though he kept glancing at Zhou Mi to see if this was okay.
He definitely knew something.
“I think he understands how to stand now Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi said it as calmly as he could and he had to resist pulling Kyuhyun away and closer to the piano. Instead he pressed down on a key and listened to Henry go about his warm ups. The sound wasn’t as forced now that he wasn’t as tensed and Zhou Mi nodded, throwing himself into softly correcting Henry every time he messed up.
Kyuhyun barely said another word, watching the two of them work instead. It was relaxing for Zhou Mi, and he saw his day looking up as Henry packed up his bags after they finished. He bowed to both of them.
“Thanks for all the help today.”
“No problem Henry. Will you need help later in the week?”
Henry shifted from foot to foot and then he nodded. “I actually might. Do you mind?”
Zhou Mi shook his head. “I’m here everyday after school.”
Henry nodded, waving to Kyuhyun. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Bye.”
“Bye,” Zhou Mi said and he watched the door shut. Once it clicked his eyes snapped to Kyuhyun and he prepared himself for whatever was coming. He tried to silence the part that hoped desperately for a kiss.
Kyuhyun tossed his backpack over his shoulder. “Good practice Mr. Joo. I’ll see you tomorrow, and please be nicer to my girlfriend. I don’t want to have to challenge you to a duel.” He shot Zhou Mi a malicious grin as he opened the door and Zhou Mi watched slack jawed as the door slammed shut.
He collapsed into his seat, unable to think over the pounding headache. He needed a strong drink or something. Kyuhyun was a mix of contradictions and Zhou Mi didn’t know what he wanted anymore.
The kiss meant nothing, he reminded himself, rubbing the palms of his hands into his eyes. It meant nothing.
He berated himself about that the whole subway ride home and all throughout his lonely time cooking dinner. He flipped through the homework assignment he had his Composing II class do as he picked at his food and he was almost relieved when his cell phone went off near midnight.
“I hope this isn’t too late for you,” Sungmin’s voice said from the other line and Zhou Mi put aside his papers.
“No. I’m a night owl. Did you just get done with a show?” Zhou Mi tried to remember if Sungmin had said where he was going and then he frowned. “Wait, how did you get my number? Did I give it to you?” Had he been too drunk to remember? He remembered wanting sex, and being upset that that hadn’t gone through.
Sungmin was talking he realized. “I had fun. How was work?”
“Tiring,” he said laughing. “I critiqued one of my students today and her friends got upset. Her boyfriend even threatened me.”
Sungmin laughed as well before a silence fell over the line. “Well, I just wanted to call. Please don’t be too mean to Ryeowook. He did put up a fight about giving out your phone number. I figured I would need it for later this week anyway.”
“Are you still coming back for Friday?”
“I should be. I’ll call you for the plans okay?”
“Okay. Good night Sungmin.”
“Night Zhou Mi. Thanks for not finding me too bothersome.”
Zhou Mi looked at the phone once he had hung up. He was upset that it wasn’t Kyuhyun.
Even though Sungmin had told him that they would meet at the restaurant he had gotten reservations at, he was waiting outside of Zhou Mi’s apartment, freshly showered, by the time Zhou Mi rounded that corner. He blinked, stopping in his tracks as he registered that it was Sungmin standing there, and then he slowly approached him. Sungmin rubbed the back of his neck.
“Sorry, I just. Well I wasn’t in the neighborhood but I thought maybe you’d get lost or something.” He let out a laugh and ran his hand through his damp hair. “Don’t think of me as creepy okay? I was just excited about seeing you.” His eyes crinkled. “It’s a compliment.”
Zhou Mi blinked and slowly smiled, nodding his head. “I understand.” He opened the front door to the building, standing aside to let Sungmin in. “How was the touring?”
Sungmin followed him up the stairs as he filled him in on his week. Zhou Mi listened to him, nodding at the appropriate times, as Sungmin talked about his bandmates and the bar fight that had almost happened Wednesday night.
“You live a very hectic life,” Zhou Mi said from his bedroom, where he was changing his shirt. Sungmin had been hesitant in coming in but Zhou Mi insisted and had left him in the front room while he changed.
He grabbed a linen shirt from his closest, pulling it on as he heard Sungmin answer him. He was barely listening though, frowning at the arm length of the shirt. He held his hands out, watching the cuffs ride up just a bit short and he rolled his shoulders. The shirt was ill fitted and he couldn’t figure out why. He didn’t remember any of his other shirts shrinking and he pulled it off, tossing it on the bed to grab a different shirt.
That one fit better and he sighed, buttoning it up. As he pulled his jacket on, something to make the whole outfit look less professional and more casual, he grabbed the shirt, figuring he would need to throw it out, or at least offer it to Ryeowook. He stopped at the door and looked at it again. Maybe he had grabbed one of Ryeowook’s shirts from the laundry by mistake and he frowned. Ryeowook didn’t own shirts like this.
Zhou Mi stepped back into his room, hoping Sungmin hadn’t heard him come out, and he locked the door. He squeezed the shirt, pulling it up to look at it and he let out a big breath as he began to unbutton his shirt. There was no crime in just wearing the shirt. It wasn’t like it made him strange, or something. It wasn’t like he had given in and pulled his cock out and started to stroke it at a hard fast pace while he sniffed the shirt. It wasn’t like the shirt even smelled like Kyuhyun anymore anyway, so it wouldn’t be worth smelling it.
He put it on, convincing himself that he just liked the feeling of it, because it was a nice shirt. And it breathed. He pulled his jacket back on, and even though the shirt was too short on the arms, left a bit of his waist exposed and fit too loose on his chest, no one could see it, so it’s not like it mattered.
“Sorry I took so long,” he said, coming out of the room.
Sungmin smiled at him, hands stuffed in his pocket. “It’s no problem, I really shouldn’t have stopped by and pressured you to hurry.”
“I don’t mind. Really.”
Sungmin’s shoulders dropped, relaxing and Zhou Mi hoped, really hoped that this date would work out well because he needed a third date and then a fourth date because maybe after all that time he would be able to actually throw this shirt out.
“So are we going?”
Sungmin laughed and opened his door, suddenly a lot more confident and Zhou Mi thought he wore it well. The restaurant they went to was nice, in a part of town Zhou Mi rarely went to, but Sungmin seemed to know it because after dinner he grabbed hold of Zhou Mi’s hand and led him down a few streets until they were in front of a store.
Zhou Mi blinked and suddenly Sungmin looked a lot less sure of himself.
“Well, I’m going to be honest, I’m really bad at this whole dating thing,” Sungmin said laughing and Zhou Mi watched him move his hands around nervously before pushing them back into his pocket. “So I just decided to bring you to this place because well, I really like it, and I thought you might too.”
Zhou Mi looked into the window of the dimly lit store and he saw guitars hanging on the wall. “It’s a music shop?” Sungmin nodded. “Are we going in?” Sungmin nodded again as he reached for the door handle, letting Zhou Mi walk in first.
Zhou Mi was hit by the strong smell of the place, musty and old and filled with paper and he looked around, up at the guitars and basses hanging on the walls to the bins full of CDs, tapes and records and he thought maybe he understood Sungmin just a little bit more. He started to flip through the CDs, then the records, and it’d been awhile since he’d touch an actual one. The last time had been when he was helping his mom throw out his grandmother’s old collection, the one that he had loved as a little kid.
“It doesn’t suck too much does it?”
Zhou Mi turned and realized how close Sungmin was too him. He blinked, putting down the record and smiling. “It’s different, but I don’t mind it.”
Sungmin let out a breath of air and he leaned against Zhou Mi’s shoulder for a moment, looking at the titles Zhou Mi had been looking at. “I just wasn’t sure if you would hate it.”
“I’m having a good time.” He slowly wrapped his arm around Sungmin’s shoulder, picking up another record. “I just, you aren’t bored are you?” He looked at Sungmin, worried but Sungmin shook his head.
“I told you, I love this place. I could spend hours in here.” Zhou Mi watched Sungmin’s eyes drift to the guitars and he laughed.
“Envying the things you can’t own?”
Sungmin nodded, pulling himself away from Zhou Mi. “Between Jungmo, Jay and I we have about eight guitars, but yeah, sometimes I want a different brand.” He let out a laugh. “Some people pick a brand and stick with it forever, Jay’s like that, but that’s mostly because he can’t play guitar that well, so he learned on one and then stuck with it, but me and Jungmo keep trying to find new ones.”
Zhou Mi nodded. “Different makes, make different sounds?”
“Something like that.” Sungmin grabbed hold of Zhou Mi’s hand. “Whenever you’re ready to leave, we can. We’ll walk around, or something.”
Zhou Mi laughed. “I see you have this planned out.” He watched as Sungmin flushed.
“I told you it’s been awhile okay.” Zhou Mi nodded, letting himself be led out of the store by Sungmin.
They walked down the street, and Zhou Mi distantly realized they were holding hands as they walked passed bars and people.
“Do you want me to let you go? You must be exhausted.” Zhou Mi looked at Sungmin, wondering what he was saying and he tilted his head to the side. Sungmin looked away. “I’m on a complete night owl schedule. But you’ve been up since early I bet.”
Zhou Mi shrugged. “I don’t have anything to do tomorrow.” He stopped. “Do you?”
“There’s a festival on Tuesday, we are preparing for. It’s here in Seoul. You’re invited of course.” Sungmin tugged on his hand. “You can even come backstage?”
Zhou Mi thought about it for a second, wondered what the harm would be in going and watching Sungmin perform. He liked the music last time, and he’d enjoyed himself. Besides, it wasn’t like he had anyone waiting for him at home. “Sure, I’ll come. It’s after work right?”
“The show starts at five, but we won’t be on until at least nine.” Sungmin played with Zhou Mi’s fingers as he bit his lip. “Give me a call and I’ll meet you outside to take you backstage okay?”
“Why don’t I just watch from the crowd?” Zhou Mi asked, head tilting to the side in confusion.
Sungmin let out a laugh. “This concert will be a bit more energetic than last concert.” Zhou Mi frowned and Sungmin shook his head. “I don’t think you’d do well in a mosh pit.”
“Mosh pit?” The English word was not in his vocabulary.
“You know, big group of people punching and kicking each other as loud rock music plays and eggs them on?” Sungmin laughed again. “Just trust me.”
Zhou Mi frowned, trying to picture it and finally he threw his hands up in the air. “Why would anyone want to do that?”
“So you’ll call me right? And I’ll take you backstage?”
“Fine,” Zhou Mi grumbled, wrapping his arm around Sungmin’s. “I don’t need to go to work with a black eye.”
“I’m sure you would look very pretty with one though.”
Zhou Mi frowned at him. “It would break my skull.”
“And I’m positive that even with a broken skull I’d still find you attractive.”
“You are so weird,” Zhou Mi muttered, pulling Sungmin down towards the subway. He didn’t know where they were but he just needed to see the subway map and he’d figure it out. Sungmin stopped them on the stairs though. Zhou Mi frowned, trying to pull Sungmin further down but he stayed put.
“I live the opposite way.”
Zhou Mi blinked, letting go of his arm. “Oh. So this is, good night then?”
Sungmin shrugged. “I guess?”
They were on different steps so Sungmin was finally eye level with Zhou Mi and he wondered at it for a moment. “You don’t want to come back with me?” Zhou Mi wasn’t sure exactly why he had said it, but the words were out there, and now it was up to Sungmin.
“Not tonight,” Sungmin said, much too quickly and Zhou Mi was sure there was a look of surprise and confusion on his face. “Text me when you get home though, okay? I want to make sure you don’t get killed.”
Zhou Mi rolled his eyes. “Sure thing. I’ll see you on Tuesday?”
Sungmin nodded. “I’ll give you the details tomorrow or Monday okay?”
Zhou Mi agreed, and he waited for the businessman to jog passed them before he grabbed the back of Sungmin’s neck and pulled him over for a kiss. Sungmin gasped, taking a few steps down so he could grab hold of Zhou Mi’s jacket. Someone else walked by them, pushing into them as they went and Zhou Mi broke the kiss, afraid for a moment that he would go flying back.
Sungmin was panting, and he leaned forward for another kiss. Zhou Mi chuckled. “Sure you don’t want to come back?”
Sungmin shook his head, even as he pressed himself close to Zhou Mi, hips arching up so he could feel his erection. Another person walked by and they broke apart finally.
“I’ll see you Tuesday okay?” Sungmin asked, hands adjusting his pants so his erection wasn’t as obvious.
Zhou Mi nodded, eyes focused on Sungmin’s crotch. “And I’ll text you when I get home. Promise.”
“Thank you Zhou Mi,” Sungmin said, taking a few steps back. “Bye.”
Zhou Mi watched him turn, heading up the stairs back to the road. When he got home, and after he had texted Sungmin, thanking him for the evening, he didn’t feel guilty thinking of Kyuhyun as he came in the shower.
Zhou Mi could hear the music coming from the venue from a block away. He pulled out his cell phone, feeling out of place as people ran past him dressed far more casually than he would ever dare to dress. He hoped Sungmin was already outside as he sent the text saying he was almost there, because this was a new environment for him, and he had to admit, at least to himself that he was a little nervous at what could happen. Sungmin’s constant encouragement that it wasn’t going to be that bad didn’t help.
“Zhou Mi!” He turned, surprised he could hear Sungmin call him because the closer he got to the venue the louder the music got. He smiled, walking over to where Sungmin was leaning against the wall. Before he could say any type of greeting Sungmin had grabbed hold of his hand and tugged him inside.
It was even louder inside and Zhou Mi didn’t think he could hear past the pounding bass, much less hold a conversation in here. He was pretty sure that in some circles this would be considered music, but all he heard was noise. He was about to tell Sungmin as much, or at least tell the pounding bass it, since he doubted Sungmin could hear him, when he realized Sungmin was much too close to him, their noses almost pressed together.
He pushed something into his ears and Zhou Mi reeled back until he realized it was just earplugs. The bass cut down a couple of decibels but Zhou Mi could still feel it pounding through his body. Sungmin smiled, pointed behind him and then tugged his wrist. Zhou Mi shrugged, not able to understand the body language and he just let himself be pulled along until they were in a back room, dimly lit. The sound was still insanely loud, but Zhou Mi thought the room might have some soundproofing on it, because it looked like the bassist and guitarist were trying to tune their instruments.
Zhou Mi looked away quickly because Heechul was straddling the drummer and making quite a show about it. Han Geng was watching and perhaps coaxing it along. Sungmin rolled his eyes as he sat Zhou Mi down. And there he was again, much too close, but this time Zhou Mi realized he was trying to say something.
“Only fifteen minutes.”
Zhou Mi didn’t know what was only fifteen minutes, how long until they went on or how long they would be on. The sound completely cut off, and all Zhou Mi could hear was the distant sound of a crowd screaming.
“What?”
Sungmin laughed, and for a moment Zhou Mi thought he might try to kiss him. He wasn’t physically drunk; Zhou Mi couldn’t smell any liquor, but he was definitely emotionally high.
“We go on in fifteen minutes,” Sungmin screamed, it sounded like normal speaking though, even with how close they were. Another band had started up, and the screech of a too shrill guitar blasted through the sound proofing. Sungmin winced and then laughed, his hands rubbing Zhou Mi’s wrist, up his arm. “I’ll take you somewhere quiet afterwards, okay?” He was screaming into Zhou Mi’s ear but all he felt was warm breath tickling his neck.
“Okay,” Zhou Mi answered, eyes taken away from Sungmin when he saw Jay, he thought, turn around and whap Heechul on the butt with his guitar, knocking him off the drummer.
Heechul let out a whine, even as Jay and Han Geng both laughed at him, and he pulled the drummer back over for a kiss, making sure his hands reached around to rub where the guitar had smacked him.
Sungmin was rolling his eyes fondly. Zhou Mi leaned in to say something, he wasn’t sure what, but the door swung open and someone leaned in, screaming out that they had to leave. He had a clipboard and he gave them all a disgusted look, Zhou Mi thought it was mostly directed towards Heechul though, and then he left, leaving the door wide open.
The music was really loud.
Zhou Mi watched as Heechul stood up, and Sungmin grabbed the neck of his guitar. He was still holding onto his hand, and he pulled Zhou Mi up with him, nodding his head towards the door, and the stage. Zhou Mi followed after him, closer to the speakers, and his body really was shaking as he stood on the side of the stage as he watched the act that preceeded Sungmin’s band jump up and down as the lead singer screamed over and over again into the mic.
Sungmin strapping on his guitar knocked Zhou Mi’s attention away from the show and he looked down at Sungmin, and wondered if he should even wish him good luck. Whenever he performed he liked a little luck, but this wasn’t his normal venue.
Sungmin looked up at him, eyes dark and Zhou Mi wondered when they had gotten like that. He opened his mouth to say something, probably good luck, but Sungmin grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him down for a kiss that was more teeth and tongue than actual lip and suddenly the screaming music made sense.
Zhou Mi felt himself get hard as the bass and the drums continued to pound and Sungmin pressed himself against him. The guitar strings rubbed against his arm as Sungmin was knocked away by a grinning Heechul, who wrapped his arms around Sungmin’s shoulder. Zhou Mi was still focused on the kiss though, and he licked his lips as he watched Heechul drag Sungmin and Jay onto the stage, Jungmo and Siwon following after slowly as they passed the band that was exiting.
Zhou Mi kept his eyes locked on Sungmin as he plugged in his guitar, gave a few test strums, licking his lips. Zhou Mi felt a shiver up his spine as it hit him that Sungmin was tasting him on his lips. He stepped aside to let the other band come off, and stood to the side as Sungmin launched into a song and Heechul started to scream, as the band lit up cigarettes and drank beer beside him.
Han Geng was watching beside him, eyes darting back and forth between Siwon and Heechul and Jay and Zhou Mi wanted to take it all in, even as the speakers started to screw with his heartbeat. He kept looking at everything, from the crowd cheering, and then outright booing as Heechul grabbed Sungmin and kissed him square on the mouth. All Heechul did was give the crowd the finger and they screamed louder, some guys even trying to grab at his ankles and Heechul cackled mid-song before he continued to scream the lyrics.
That was the only way Zhou Mi could describe what Heechul was doing after all. He’d heard Heechul sing the other night, but this was just rhythmic screaming. Zhou Mi winced as one note went too sharp and he tried not to focus too much on the artistic merit. He was sure most people didn’t come here for that.
Instead he watched Sungmin, engrossed in his playing, even after the kiss from Heechul. He looked at the crowd occasionally, but mostly he just watched his hands and Zhou Mi wanted to know what the calluses felt like running down his back.
He swallowed at the rush of desire, and realized it must be the music, disgusting noise that it was, pumping through him and making him want. He kept his eyes on Sungmin and didn’t even try to look at Han Geng next to him because now he was hard and he knew that if he looked at Han Geng all he would feel was that awkward notion of being hard with someone at the same time, but knowing that it wasn’t because of the same person, and it was just awkward and Zhou Mi found himself really turned on by the whole experience.
He shifted, watched Sungmin end the song with a complex key change that somehow complimented Heechul’s final wail, and Sungmin grinned, putting his pick in between his teeth as he adjusted his guitar strap. Zhou Mi focused on the pick, even from the distance, and watched Sungmin’s lips pull into a smirk as they started up the next song.
They played four songs in total, all loud and accompanied by frenzied yelling and Heechul’s screeching. Zhou Mi stood off to the side as they all came off stage, not sure what to do. Sungmin came off last, sweaty as he pulled his guitar off and Zhou Mi didn’t even focus on Heechul grabbing onto Han Geng, because Sungmin’s eyes were darting around and they finally latched on him. Zhou Mi took a step back as Sungmin grinned at him.
He tried to figure out how to say “good performance” when he really couldn’t remember half of it, and the half he could remember was mostly just Sungmin’s fingers going up and down the neck of his guitar. His words were cut off by Sungmin grabbing him by the shoulder and kissing him. Zhou Mi gasped, and his hands went to Sungmin’s waist, pulling him close. Sungmin ground his hips down, and Zhou Mi groaned at the friction on his erection. He didn’t care that this was public because the next band had started up and the bass was feeding his lust.
He felt like a groupie as Sungmin pushed his shirt up, hands touching skin, and they were moving much faster. Zhou Mi liked it, showed his appreciation by ghosting his hand over Sungmin’s own erection. Sungmin bucked his hips and broke the kiss, grinning a feral smirk before dropping to his knees.
Zhou Mi’s jaw dropped and he let out a moan as Sungmin pulled his fly down and wrapped his hand around his cock. People were moving around, and even if backstage was dim Zhou Mi knew he could be seen, even possibly by people from the crowd. He didn’t care as he bucked his hips, his cock going passed Sungmin’s lips and it was the first contact with another person for months and Zhou Mi was pretty sure he wouldn’t complain even if Sungmin sucked at giving head, but he seemed to be pretty talented.
He gripped his hair; shallow thrusts in and out as Sungmin’s tongue wrapped around his cock. Zhou Mi’s eyes focused on the poster on the opposite wall as he gripped Sungmin’s hair. He thrust his hips forward, felt his cock hit the back of Sungmin’s throat and he pulled back. He cursed, closing his eyes as someone walked by and stared, and he was no longer back stage. He bit his lip, focusing on the feeling of Sungmin’s tongue as he stared at the poster and tried not to think of Kyuhyun. But it was hard when all he wanted to do was moan low, tilt Sungmin’s head up and see Kyuhyun’s face.
Sungmin hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard as Zhou Mi stopped trying to control his mind, because it felt too good and no one needed to know what he was thinking about as Sungmin swallowed around his cock, pulling him closer to the edge. He was thinking about Kyuhyun, and him on his knees that one time in the subway very late at night; empty cars were always just daring them and Zhou Mi cursed in Chinese that whole night, just like he was doing now as Sungmin cupped his balls.
It felt good and Zhou Mi gasped and called out Kyuhyun’s name as he felt Sungmin swallow his come. His knees were shaking as he looked down and watched Sungmin lick his lips, before climbing back to his feet. Zhou Mi’s hand dropped to his erection, pulling it out from his pants and Sungmin shuddered, pushing forward and kissing Zhou Mi on the mouth quickly before biting into his neck.
He was already hard, and close before Zhou Mi started to jack him off and Sungmin gasped, spreading his legs as much as he could to get a different angle. Zhou Mi let him; it was the least he could do as Sungmin withered to get off, moaning as he finally came.
Zhou Mi wiped the come on his pants, grinning as Sungmin went boneless for a moment. The music came back into focus much too quickly for Zhou Mi though, and his post-orgasm high was killed as he was hit with what he had just done, and he blushed. Sungmin saw the blush and laughed, pulling him down for a needy kiss.
He whispered something against Zhou Mi’s lips, he didn’t know what, before grabbing hold of Zhou Mi’s hand and pulling him away from the stage. Zhou Mi followed him back to the room they had been in before, and he watched in a daze as Sungmin said goodbye to everyone and then guided him out of the venue.
Zhou Mi pulled his ear plugs out once they were outside. He turned to Sungmin, not sure what to say, even as he watched Sungmin take in a deep breath of fresh air, completely calm.
“Wow,” he finally settled on.
Sungmin smirked. “For what?”
“Just, everything.”
Sungmin laughed, squeezing Zhou Mi’s hand. “So you liked the show?”
Zhou Mi couldn’t stop the grimace and he was just glad that Sungmin laughed again. “It was different.” He tried to explain but Sungmin just waved him off.
“I figured you wouldn’t be too fond of it tonight. Really loud and really intense.”
“Does what they were doing even count as singing?”
Sungmin laughed again, pushing himself up close to Zhou Mi as he led him down the street. “In some cultures yes.” He wrapped Zhou Mi’s arms around himself. “Don’t worry, I won’t invite you to something like this again. But I had to see if you secretly were a rocker.”
“I like the music,” Zhou Mi tried, “just the singing was, not there.”
Sungmin just continued to laugh as Zhou Mi tried to find a way to compliment him, or at least not outright insult him.
“You were hot.”
Sungmin stopped and Zhou Mi swallowed because he wasn’t sure if that was too forward. His mind went back to Sungmin on his knees and he blushed. He waited until Sungmin pulled his chin up to look at him, because he wasn’t sure he could handle looking and embarrassing himself.
Sungmin was licking his lips and grinning. “Hot?” Zhou Mi nodded, watching Sungmin for any change in expression. “Please, I was better than hot.”
Zhou Mi laughed at that, hugging Sungmin close to him as he rode out his laughter. “Sure, sure.”
Sungmin jabbed him lightly in the stomach, holding him as well and it took Zhou Mi a moment to finally catch his breath and remember what was going on. He pulled away.
“So, are we going to eat?” He didn’t want to extend an invitation back to his place just yet.
“Sure,” Sungmin said, pointing in a direction. “That way?”
Zhou Mi shrugged, not knowing any of the places around here. “Lead the way.”
PART 2