Fic: Lost in Translation (4/?)

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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 So we finally reach what was supposed to be the end of chapter 2 \o//// Except I'm not like \o//// because I don't know what is supposed to happen after this and I don't even know about this chapter :\ So uh.... yeah. If it sucks, I apologize in advance :|

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3


By the time Ryeowook messaged him saying that they should meet up with Jongwoon later that night Zhou Mi was close to going insane. His mind kept replaying the afternoon over and over again, and each time he felt wrong for wanting it to have gone differently. He should have accepted it, gone with it. Kyuhyun was coming onto him; he was not at fault. He could argue that if they got caught. When they got caught, Zhou Mi would remind himself, because it was wrong and there was no other option.

Ryeowook had been right, there was the thrill, the urge to just test the rules, see how far they could push it. If they started with this detention, who knew how far it would go. The door hadn’t been locked. Jongwoon could walk in at any point. Anyone could have walked in at any time during that, while he had Kyuhyun bent over the desk, because that’s where it would end up, and Zhou Mi wanted it, he really did.

He was disgusting. That’s all that ran through his head as he made his way up to Jongwoon’s apartment. He wasn’t sure if it showed on his face or not, or if either of them would even notice. They were pretty wrapped in each other. At least one of them was getting over the obsession of sleeping with students.

Jongwoon opened the door, dressed much too casually for a business meeting, but Zhou Mi figured that he must not think of this as a serious business meeting, more like a gathering of friends. He took a deep breath, smiling and trying to push the guilt away.

“Did Kyuhyun give you any problems?” The dizziness was back and Zhou Mi rubbed his temples, eliciting a loud laugh from Jongwoon. “Yeah Tiffany was about the same. Well I guess I can’t blame her, apparently he had been pretty cruel when he broke up with Seohyun.”

Zhou Mi swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut. “Yeah, that’s about as much as I gathered from Kyuhyun.”

Jongwoon nodded, pointing the way to the kitchen where even more music sheets were piled on the table. Zhou Mi hesitated before adding the briefcase filled with the stack Jongwoon had brought him earlier to the table. Ryeowook smiled at him, already looking through some of the sheets of music.

“Do you need anything to eat?” He asked, ready to push his seat back to get something for Zhou Mi.

He shook his head, taking a seat. “I already ate.” It was a lie but Zhou Mi didn’t think his stomach would be able to hold anything down.

“Okay, should we get down to talking about the solos? I’ve picked out some pieces I think would suit some students, though I know my composing students might want to work with some of the upper voice class students.”

Jongwoon took a seat next to Ryeowook, and even though Zhou Mi couldn’t see he figured he had rested his hand on Ryeowook’s thigh. “Should we try to pair up some composing and songwriting students with upper level voice students?”

“We’d need to do this by next week, to give them time to work together.”

“Have you ever done something like this before, where students work together?” Jongwoon looked from Ryeowook to Zhou Mi who shook his head.

“Not for the recitals. Their final project usually is where we pair them up like that.”

“Do you think it’s feasible for some, maybe not all but definitely one or two pairs to do that?”

Zhou Mi looked at Ryeowook who seemed to be thinking, staring far off at the wall. “I can think of one or two students who may be interested.”

“Me too,” Ryeowook commented. “We’ll need some of the orchestra to play their compositions of course.”

“Naturally,” Jongwoon launched into how they would approach the orchestra teachers, picking out the top seniors that would be able to practice together. Zhou Mi watched the two of them talk, not needing to add any input just yet because he only dealt with one upper voice class, and really only one or two students would even be offered an audition for a solo. He did give out some names from his composing class.

“What about Kyuhyun? He’ll be auditioning right?” Jongwoon looked at Zhou Mi who quickly nodded, hoping to cover up any signs of awkwardness. Ryeowook’s look told him he wasn’t doing that good of a job.

“I’ll extend an invitation to Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi stopped as Jongwoon tilted his head to the side and Ryeowook’s glared at him.

“Kui Xian?” Jongwoon asked, looking from Ryeowook to Zhou Mi and Zhou Mi stuttered for a moment before trying to explain.

“I have trouble pronouncing his name.” Jongwoon still looked confused and he looked at Ryeowook who shrugged.

“He used to call me by a Mandarin name too, but eventually he learned that everyone butchers my name.”

Jongwoon let out a laugh and he pressed a kiss to Ryeowook’s cheek. “Your name isn’t that hard to pronounce.”

Zhou Mi was envious of the way the two of them naturally teased one another, shoving shoulders playfully, their fingers twisting around each other. He tried not to remember how he and Kyuhyun had been getting to that point. Tried not to think about long days in bed on the weekends.

“You both are making me sick.” Zhou Mi tried a joke, but he really did feel ill. He kept thinking about Kyuhyun and he shouldn’t be. He should be thinking about someone his age, someone like his boyfriend.

Ryeowook was shrugging off Jongwoon’s arm, trying to pick up the music sheets. “We’re not trying.” Jongwoon laughed again, his arm going back around Ryeowook’s shoulders and Zhou Mi looked at the music notes.

He looked away just as quickly because the piece in his hand was a slow piano jazz song and just in Kyuhyun’s range. Ryeowook raised his eyebrow but said nothing as they all fell silent, going through the sheets of music. By the time they were close to done it was almost midnight and they had whittled the pile down from really large to just over fifty choices. They also had a list of students they would talk to about collaborating with composing and songwriting students.

Kyuhyun was on one of the lists, and Zhou Mi worried about what would happen if Kyuhyun decided that Zhou Mi was the only person who could help him hit the notes of his piece. He didn’t want to think about it as he checked his phone and saw three texts from Sungmin. He looked apologetically at Jongwoon and Ryeowook as he held the phone up to his ear, calling Sungmin. He knew he was still awake and the fact that he answered on the first ring just proved it.

“Hey Mimi,” Sungmin said, and Zhou Mi didn’t hear anything in the background. He had been expecting him to be in the car with his band mates, and that was normally really loud.

“Where are you?” Zhou Mi asked, ignoring the raised eyebrow from Ryeowook. “You don’t sound like you are with Heechul and them,” he tried to explain.

Sungmin just laughed. “I’m not with them. Heechul canceled practice so I’ve just been home all day. What about you?”

“I’m with Jongwoon and Ryeowook, my co-workers. We’re going over the end of the semester recital.”

Sungmin made a humming noise in the back of his throat and Zhou Mi could see his movements in his head. “So I take it my offer for dinner has been declined.”

Zhou Mi looked at Ryeowook because he had heard that snicker, and he scrunched up his nose in Ryeowook’s direction. “No, well I mean, if it’s still up. I don’t know if you want to go out this late.”

Sungmin laughed and Zhou Mi didn’t catch what he said because he was too focused on Ryeowook mouthing something to him. He furrowed his eyebrows, not able to lip read the Korean.

“What?” He hissed and Sungmin stopped talking.

“Mimi?” Sungmin asked and Ryeowook let out a laugh.

“Invite him over.”

Zhou Mi blinked, but Sungmin seemed to hear Ryeowook. “Did, they just invite me over?”

“I’m not sure it was a serious offer or not.”

Ryeowook nodded his head enthusiastically, already packing away the sheets of music. “Tell him where we live. You young kids might stay up longer than us old folks though.”

Zhou Mi frowned as he watched Jongwoon shove Ryeowook lightly, and he started to give Sungmin directions to their apartment, still unsure if Sungmin really wanted to come over. But a half hour later Sungmin was knocking on the door and Ryeowook was inviting him in with a smile on his face, reintroducing himself just in case Sungmin didn’t remember him.

“Zhou Mi talks a lot about you,” Sungmin said with a smile as he took the offered seat.

Ryeowook blushed, obviously not sure what to say to that, and so instead he launched into questions about the band, and Sungmin asked his own questions, mostly about the recital they were planning. Zhou Mi took a seat beside Sungmin, mostly because Ryeowook made sure to shove him there, and his hands rested limply in his lap as he watched Ryeowook rest his head on Jongwoon’s knee across from them.

“Is that singer going to be getting a solo?” Sungmin asked, turning his head to Zhou Mi and for a moment he was legitimately lost.

“Singer?”

Ryeowook’s head cocked to the side as he watched them. “You know the one from yesterday? Key something.”

“Oh, Kyuhyun?” Zhou Mi made sure to force the Korean out and he refused to look at Ryeowook as he spoke. “Yeah he’ll be auditioning, but we only have a limited amount of space.”

“Where did you see Kyuhyun?” Jongwoon asked, hand running through Ryeowook’s hair.

Sungmin smiled. “I’m not supposed to say. I don’t want to get him kicked out.”

Ryeowook was glaring at Zhou Mi and he mentally floundered. “Kyuhyun’s parents can’t afford tuition so he works part time singing at a longue.” He looked at Sungmin with a smile. “I spoke with him about it today.”

“During detention?” Jongwoon asked and Ryeowook’s head snapped up to look at him.

Sungmin was looking at him curiously. “Detention? Did he threaten you again?” He couldn’t stop the small laugh that came out at that comment.

Zhou Mi looked at his hands and he knew he was bright red from the pressure. “He got a book thrown at him, by his ex-girlfriend’s friend.”

Sungmin laughed outright at that and Ryeowook stood up, muttering something about needing to use the bathroom. Zhou Mi was finally able to look at Jongwoon.

“I told him I wouldn’t tell the headmaster about his job as long as he didn’t antagonize Tiffany anymore.” The lie came out smoother than he thought it would. Maybe Sungmin’s hand rubbing his forearm helped.

Jongwoon nodded. “His secret is safe with me. I won’t even blackmail him about it.”

“Thank you,” Zhou Mi muttered as Sungmin began talking about some German band that Jongwoon seemed to know. He didn’t know anything about this “death metal” they were talking about but when Ryeowook asked him to come into the kitchen he almost wished he did.

He walked stiffly, going over every lie he could think of so that by the time he reached the kitchen he thought he had anything Ryeowook threw at him covered. Ryeowook just smiled at him though, holding out a plastic tub of food.

“I know you are helpless without me to cook for you.”

Zhou Mi let out a sigh he hadn’t known he had been holding as he relaxed and took the food. “Thanks. So are you ever coming back or are you going to make it official?”

Ryeowook blushed. “Maybe.” He looked around the kitchen and Zhou Mi didn’t need to look far to see where Ryeowook had taken over, making it into his kitchen.

“At least he’s our age?” Zhou Mi tried for humor and it took Ryeowook a moment of searching his eyes before he nodded, thinking it was an innocent jest.

“Now get out of my house. It’s almost two in the morning and I have to get in five hours.” Ryeowook grinned, turning Zhou Mi around, pushing him lightly.

Sungmin looked up as they reentered the living room, and his eyes locked on the food. “We’re being kicked out?”

Zhou Mi nodded as Ryeowook made a shooing motion with his hands. “Yeah. Come on, I’ll walk you to the subway.”

Sungmin smiled, getting up and heading to the door with a nod to Jongwoon. “Thanks for having me over.”

“Take care of Zhou Mi,” Ryeowook said as he pushed them out the door. “Make sure he stays out of trouble.” Sungmin smiled brightly and Zhou Mi felt his stomach drop.

“Of course I will.” Sungmin grabbed hold of Zhou Mi’s hand, looping their fingers. “As long as he’s nice to me.”

Ryeowook smiled and waved goodbye, leading Zhou Mi out to the street. They walked hand in hand down to the subway, silent until they reached the platform.

“You have good friends.”

“I have annoying friends whose only purpose is give me free food.” Zhou Mi looked at the tub of food and sighed. At least it was still warm.

“Are you going to be able to eat that whole thing by yourself?” Sungmin asked, looking from the tub to Zhou Mi and Zhou Mi let out a snort.

“Of course.”

“Will any of it stick to you?” Sungmin poked Zhou Mi in the rib and he let out a sound of discomfort as Sungmin hit rib.

“Yes it will.” Zhou Mi looked at Sungmin, leaning against his side. “If you wanted some all you had to do was ask.”

Sungmin broke into a grin and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “It’s nicer when you offer.”

Zhou Mi laughed, stepping forward because his train was here. “I’ll give you some later alright. When are you leaving?” He turned back, waiting to say goodbye.

Sungmin shook his head though, following Zhou Mi into the subway car. “Later this week, but you’re going to give me the food now. I’m hungry.”

The doors shut with Sungmin on the train headed right for Zhou Mi’s apartment and Zhou Mi swallowed. He didn’t want to assume anything but Sungmin wrapped his arm around his waist and it really seemed like he was intending to make the trip home at least. Sungmin leaned on his shoulder the whole ride, silent and maybe for him it was a comfortable silence but for Zhou Mi it was torture because he didn’t know what he was supposed to be doing. Just yesterday Sungmin had talked about wanting to wait, and not being invited over.

He swallowed as he stood, walking with Sungmin off the train and up the stairs. Sungmin took a deep breath as he nuzzled his face into Zhou Mi’s neck as they walked.

“Are you?” Zhou Mi stopped, unsure and he swallowed as he looked at Sungmin.

Sungmin grinned, squeezing his hip. “Just for a while. I know you have work in the morning.”

Zhou Mi nodded, and if he thought it would be easier once he knew he obviously was wrong. Now his mind was racing, and filled with hows and whats because he had ideas and things that he would like to happen. Things that did not involve Kyuhyun’s face.

Sungmin made his move once they were in the elevator, pushing him hard against the wall and Zhou Mi had to maneuver around the tub of food to grab hold of Sungmin’s waist, pulling him close. They kissed deep and desperate and Zhou Mi needed this, as he very obviously didn’t think about Kyuhyun’s hand going up and down his cock in the classroom.

Sungmin gasped as they broke the kiss and Zhou Mi tilted his head to the side, letting him kiss down and bite his neck. He rolled his hips, feeling his cock rub against Sungmin’s and it felt good, so he did it again, and again, spreading his legs so Sungmin could get a leg between his thighs. He was so close to just asking Sungmin to drop to his knees because he was wound up and he needed it but the elevator dinged and Sungmin grinned, pulling away.

Zhou Mi followed him and as they got out of the elevator on his floor, he pushed Sungmin into the wall. It was going to be a long walk down to his apartment. Sungmin grinned into the kiss, hips arching up as they slowly made their way down the hall, hands groping and by the time they got close to Zhou Mi’s apartment door Zhou Mi was fiddling with Sungmin’s zipper as his leg wrapped around Zhou Mi’s hips and they grinded, panting.

“Mr. Joo?”

Sungmin and Zhou Mi pulled away from each other slowly, both not seeming to register what was going on. Zhou Mi blinked, eyes focusing in the dimly lit hallway, and he felt his eyes widen at Kyuhyun sitting in front of his door, knees pulled up to his chest. Sungmin gently pushed Zhou Mi a decent distance away from him, and while it exposed how hard both of them were, it apparently made Sungmin feel like they weren’t doing anything terribly wrong.

Kyuhyun looked between them and Zhou Mi swallowed, not sure what to say.
“What are you doing here?” He asked when he finally got his wits about him.

Zhou Mi was impressed by the way Kyuhyun was able to pull off innocent surprise, but he could see the anger and jealousy in his eyes before he looked down at the floor. “I had nowhere else to go,” he whispered to the ground and Sungmin shifted closer to him.

“What?”

Zhou Mi watched Kyuhyun toss his head back and take in a deep breath. “My parents kicked me out.”

Sungmin took a step forward and Zhou Mi wanted to scream because it was such a horrible lie, a horrible, obvious lie. Sungmin didn’t seem to notice because he dropped to his knees beside Kyuhyun grabbing his wrist.

“Was it because of your job?” Sungmin asked, thumb running over the back of Kyuhyun’s hand. Probably to soothe him, but Zhou Mi knew Kyuhyun didn’t need any soothing, just a good kick in the head.

“No,” Kyuhyun shook his head. “I. I got caught. With my boyfriend.”

Sungmin’s eyes widened and Zhou Mi could see him have to hold himself back from giving Kyuhyun a hug. Zhou Mi really wanted to throw up. “What?” He asked again and Kyuhyun nodded.

“I didn’t know where else to go Mr. Joo. And after seeing you yesterday, I thought you would be able to help me.”

Zhou Mi let out a big breath as he refused to watch Sungmin try and comfort Kyuhyun; Kyuhyun was doing a wonderful job of pretending to be distraught.

“Open the door Mimi,” Sungmin whispered, helping Kyuhyun to his feet. He smiled at Kyuhyun. “I’m Sungmin, by the way.”

Zhou Mi robotically unlocked the door, not sure how he couldn’t because telling Sungmin why he didn’t want Kyuhyun inside would just ruin everything. Yeah, that’s my ex, and apparently he’s a pathological liar. Who knew?

Sungmin led Kyuhyun to the couch, and kneeled down again, right in front of him. “Do you want anything? Tea?” Kyuhyun nodded, not meeting Sungmin’s eyes as Sungmin got up and started looking through the shelves. “Mimi can you go get him some pajamas.” Sungmin turned around. “Your name is Kyuhyun right?”

Kyuhyun nodded, still not looking up from his hands and Zhou Mi finally looked at him. He was smirking.

“Maybe the tea is in that bottom drawer?” Kyuhyun said softly, nail picking at his cuticle and Zhou Mi froze. Sungmin tilted his head to the side but opened the bottom drawer and took out the tea. “Mr. Joo keeps his tea in the bottom drawer of his desk.”

And yet another lie to add to the list of them that Kyuhyun was making tonight. Zhou Mi hoped the tea burned his throat as it went down. Kyuhyun let out a sigh as he put the glass down, and looked at Sungmin who had taken a seat on the couch right next to him.

“Do… you want to talk about it?” Sungmin asked, hand resting on Kyuhyun’s wrist. “Or would you prefer to just get some rest.”

Zhou Mi tried to speak. “We have school in a few hours.” He didn’t need to be looking to see the looks that Sungmin and Kyuhyun shot him, Sungmin annoyed and Kyuhyun masked amusement.

“I think being kicked out his house is more important than going to school Zhou Mi,” Sungmin said harshly, shoulders tense. Zhou Mi swallowed, realizing how serious this was to Sungmin. Somehow Kyuhyun had been able to call this lie just right to win over Sungmin.

Kyuhyun moved his wrist from Sungmin’s grip, looking down, and Zhou Mi knew it was because he needed to hide any traces that he was going to crack. “Mr. Joo is right. If I miss school… people will talk, and, and Changmin will be worried.”

Sungmin tried to peek down and look at Kyuhyun’s face. “Changmin, he’s your boyfriend?”

Kyuhyun nodded slowly. “Almost a year.” He was silent for a moment, and Zhou Mi was sure he was trying to get his story straight. “My mother came in, and she saw us.” Even from across the room Zhou Mi could see Sungmin take Kyuhyun’s hand. “She was really calm when she kicked him out, but once he was gone… I had promised him nothing bad would happen, and she said she wouldn’t tell his parents, but I don’t know.” He looked up, focusing his eyes on Sungmin and not Zhou Mi. He probably knew he had a more sympathetic listener in Sungmin. “It’s been a long night.”

Sungmin nodded and he put his arm around Kyuhyun’s shoulder. “I can imagine. You should get to sleep. I’ll talk to Zhou Mi about letting you go in late to school tomorrow.”

Zhou Mi tried to balk as Sungmin stood up, taking Kyuhyun with him. “Your bedroom is back this way right?”

Zhou Mi could only nod as he watched Sungmin walk Kyuhyun into his room. “Wait, Sungmin.” Sungmin stopped, but pushed Kyuhyun forward, instructing him to get into bed after looking around for some clothing. Kyuhyun agreed, shutting the door and Sungmin walked back to him in the living room.

“What’s the matter?”

“Sungmin I could get in a lot of trouble for this.” There that didn’t sound so bad.

“Mi, he’s been kicked out.”

Zhou Mi had to bite his tongue as he thought about how he could say this. “He’s my student. He shouldn’t be here, it’s too risky.”

“I’m not asking you to adopt him,” Sungmin hissed and then he let out a sigh. “I know it’s hard. Trust me, it’s hard, and you get worried because there’s this kid trusting you when they’re terrified but Mimi, if he’s here that means he really needs you.”

Zhou Mi didn’t want to say that he already knew Kyuhyun needed him, wanted him. He was well aware of that, and he was trying to avoid it at all costs. Sungmin continued before he could talk. “I’ll stay here with you, I’ve, not done this before, but I’ve seen it before, and I know more than a handful of people who have gone through it.” He took both of Zhou Mi’s hands in his. “I’ll make sure that it doesn’t look any worse than it is.”

Zhou Mi let out a sigh as the door to his room opened and Kyuhyun poked his head out. “Mr. Joo,” Zhou Mi let out a breath, “I can’t find the drawer with extra clothing, and I don’t want to poke around in your room.”

Zhou Mi didn’t know how to answer that and so he sighed, stepping away from Sungmin. He didn’t say anything as he stepped inside, already spotting the clothes on the bed. He looked at Kyuhyun, and his wicked smirk, hidden from Sungmin by the door. He took another step into his room, knowing that he had to go along with this or Sungmin would find out.

“Sungmin?” He stuck his head out the door. “Can you grab Kyuhyun’s tea off the table?” The Korean name came out sounding weird in his mind. Sungmin nodded, and that would buy them a few seconds. He turned to Kyuhyun and had to resist the urge to punch him. “So you’re dating Changmin?”

Kyuhyun covered his mouth, trying to smother the laugh. “Your friend is gullible.”

Zhou Mi had no retort for that as he grabbed the clothes off the bed. “You’re going to school tomorrow, and we’re telling Sungmin that your parents had a change of heart because they are good, loving people,” he hissed.

“If you’d just been home at a decent hour I could have passed it off as wanting help with homework, and none of this would have happened.”

“You shouldn’t even be here!” Zhou Mi tried to keep his voice low and he wasn’t sure how good of a job he was doing. He couldn’t hear Sungmin moving around outside.

“I just wanted to talk,” Kyuhyun said, stepping up to Zhou Mi. He tensed, worried, but all Kyuhyun did was take the clothing from Zhou Mi’s hands. “Like mature adults.”

“You’re a child, Kui Xian.” He regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth, and the darkness that came over Kyuhyun’s face told him how much they hurt.

“If I was, I would have gotten angry and started yelling like a jealous lover seeing you like that with him,” Kyuhyun whispered.

“Get into bed. I’m getting you up at six for class.”

“Yes Mr. Joo.” Zhou Mi winced as he looked away, not wanting to watch as Kyuhyun pulled his t-shirt over his head. He shut the door behind him, and he let out a sigh as he saw Sungmin sitting on the couch, knees up against his chest.

He looked over at Zhou Mi when the door shut, smile slowly coming to his face. “Did he get to talk to you the way he wanted to?”

Zhou Mi bit his tongue to stop the probably not, considering he more than likely wanted our talking to be comprised of moans from coming out. “How did you know?” It was all he really could say, because he had to finish this stupid game that Kyuhyun had started.

Sungmin shrugged. “You two seem to have a history. I figure there’s more that you can’t tell me about it.”

Zhou Mi sighed, taking a sit down next to Sungmin, trying to figure out what he should say. He was awful at lying, but at this point, lies would be better than the truth. “Kyuhyun, I guess you could say he’s my protégé. That’s why he knows where I live.” Zhou Mi began trying to fill in all the gaps, the holes that seemed to make Sungmin uneasy. He knew where he lived because Zhou Mi gave him private lessons that generally are looked down on at the school. Zhou Mi helped him keep the job as a singer hidden, and Kyuhyun had been upset because he thought Zhou Mi had betrayed him. Seohyun being his girlfriend had been just a cover.

“I figured that much,” Sungmin whispered, finishing off the tea. “And you say Changmin and him are good together?”

Zhou Mi looked at his hands. “Very.” He sighed. “Tomorrow, after school, I’m going to go over to Kui Xian’s house and speak with his parents.”

“Do you want me to be there?” Sungmin asked, leaning against Zhou Mi.

He shook his head. “More people would just make it worse, I’m sure.”

Sungmin sighed. “I just worry about kids like that. I know way too many. You do too?”

Zhou Mi shook his head again. “Any of my friends stay quiet.”

“You too?”

It took Zhou Mi a minute before he got up the courage to nod again, leaning back. “I have to. I would lose my job.”

Sungmin was silent after that comment, pulling away from Zhou Mi. Finally Zhou Mi turned his head, looking at Sungmin’s profile, chewing away at his thumbnail. When he spoke it was with the finger still in his mouth. “Do you really want this Mimi?”

Zhou Mi stared at him, not sure what he was talking about at first. When it clicked, this, them, he tried not to trip over his words. “More than anything.”

The lie hurt to say, but it made Sungmin smile.

Walking to school the next day was painful. Zhou Mi had been able to convince Sungmin that he didn't need to join them on the walk into school, and luckily Kyuhyun had been kind enough to help with that by softly telling Sungmin that Changmin wouldn't want to talk about it. Kyuhyun had separated from Zhou Mi by the time they got close to the school gates, waving brightly at Changmin while avoiding the nasty glare Tiffany was shooting him.

Zhou Mi sighed, wondering how long she would hold the grudge. It would probably be for quite a while. Zhou Mi was glad that Kyuhyun didn't try and stay after, though he did send Zhou Mi a text telling him how long would be a good time to wait before going to see Sungmin, because he was helpful like that. Zhou Mi hit his head against the desk soundly, waiting for the two hours to pass.

Sungmin was glad to hear that Zhou Mi had spoken with Kyuhyun’s parents, though a little hesitant to believe the good news.

"It just rarely works like this, you know?" Sungmin said, leaning his head against Zhou Mi's shoulder as they shared a bowl of ice cream outside the shop they had met at. "I mean, it's great that it has worked out, but it just rarely goes the way we want it to."

Zhou Mi didn't know what to say, so he pressed a kiss to Sungmin's forehead and took the ice cream from his hands. "I suppose, some people just get lucky."

Sungmin nodded. "Yeah." He was silent for a moment and then he pulled away. "Does it make me a bad person that I get jealous when it works out?"

Zhou Mi cocked his head to the side, not sure what to make of that. "Huh?"

Sungmin folded his hands over his chest, not looking at Zhou Mi. "Just. It didn’t work out like that for me or Heechul, forgiving parents, and we were Kyuhyun’s age, so it’s just unfair.”

Zhou Mi blinked, slowly putting things together. “You were kicked out?”

Sungmin shook his head. “Well no. I wasn’t kicked out per say, but I wasn’t exactly welcome. Heechul was though, and it’s just that, even after all this time, we still get a bit bitter when people get happy endings.” He pressed closer to Zhou Mi, taking the ice cream back. “Let’s not talk about this anymore. We saved one kid’s life, now let’s focus on more important things.”

Zhou Mi couldn’t argue with that, he had been worried that he would be talking about Kyuhyun for the rest of month. “More important? Like what?” He tried to sound teasing, as he rubbed his face into Sungmin’s neck.

It got Sungmin to laugh. “I don’t know. Maybe about whether we go back to my place tonight or risk going to yours.”

“Well going to yours’ doesn't have the possibility of teenagers waiting for you to get home, does it?”

“Well no, that’s not true. I do attract a lot of those idol lover types.” Zhou Mi made a face and Sungmin laughed again, standing up to throw out the empty bowl. “Come back to my place?”

Zhou Mi was glad he didn’t trip over his feet trying to stand up, following Sungmin down the street. He tried not to think about how he hadn’t been to Sungmin’s apartment and what it meant that he was getting invited. Tried not to think about it at least until Sungmin leaned against him on the near empty metro and kissed his neck, hand curling under his button up shirt.

Zhou Mi gasped into his mouth, letting Sungmin kiss him hard and deep the whole ride to his house. His fingers found their way along the waistband of Sungmin’s pants, pushing them dangerously low, not caring as he heard a not so discreet cough, and Sungmin climbed into his lap. Zhou Mi wasn’t sure they would be able to wait until Sungmin’s stop, wherever it was. Maybe they had missed it, he didn’t care, bucking his hips up and breaking the kiss to gulp in breath after of breath of air.

“Fuck,” Sungmin cursed softly, hands teasing the buttons of Zhou Mi’s shirt. He took a couple moments, breathing hard along with Zhou Mi.

Zhou Mi gripped his hips, holding him in place, because it felt like he was going to leave and that wouldn’t be good. It felt good to have him here, on top of his lap, hiding his erection. Zhou Mi ground his hips up, reminding Sungmin why it was such a good idea to be like this. Sungmin gasped, but continued to try and pull back.

“Our stop,” he managed to get out before Zhou Mi leaned forward, kissing him. “It’s now.”

Zhou Mi nodded, walking unsteady off the metro behind Sungmin. He tried hard not to touch more than Sungmin’s hand as they walked through the station, up to the street because that display on the bus had been more than enough public display than he needed. Sungmin seemed to have his mind set on getting to his apartment. Zhou Mi couldn’t argue with that.

Sungmin’s apartment building didn’t look all that different from his own, and the elevator was the exact same tortuous wait for it to take them up to the 15th floor. Even being pushed up against the side, kissed senseless and grinding didn’t make it any less painful as Sungmin pulled away to drag him down the hall.

Zhou Mi’s head was swimming as the metal of Sungmin’s key tried to force its way into the lock. It took a couple of tries, and Zhou Mi knew chuckling into Sungmin’s ear wasn’t helping.

Finally the door opened and they stumbled into the studio apartment. Zhou Mi barely noticed anything as Sungmin pushed him across the room where his bed was. Sungmin climbed in his lap, smirking as he looked down at him.

“Welcome.”

Zhou Mi gave a quick glance around the apartment but focused his eyes back on Sungmin just as quickly. He was the best thing about the place.

“Aren’t I overdressed?”

Sungmin smirked, taking his time to undress Zhou Mi and he took the teasing because once he was naked Sungmin continued to take his time, tracing his fingers up the inside of his thighs until they reached his cock. Zhou Mi watched as Sungmin wrapped his lips down around the base, swallowing him in one go and his head fell back.

He realized he wouldn’t mind if this was all he got.

Sungmin only gave a few sucks though, stopping with a wet pop to kiss his way up Zhou Mi’s chest, stopping to leave what felt would turn out to be a very large bite mark on his collarbone. Zhou Mi just gasped, grinding his hips up against Sungmin’s behind, and he cursed the jeans Sungmin was still wearing.

“You need to get naked,” he complained. Sungmin laughed, nodding as he pulled away and Zhou Mi stopped him. “No, let me.”

Sungmin swallowed as Zhou Mi pushed him down into the bed, but he went without a fight. He even helped by lifting his arms over his head, letting the t-shirt come up without any fuss. Zhou Mi swallowed once he saw Sungmin naked and he looked into his eyes, wondering if this was the part where Sungmin smiled and told him that they were finished for tonight.

But all Sungmin did was wiggle his hips invitingly. Zhou Mi swallowed and leaned down, kissing Sungmin on the mouth.

“You do want this, right?” Zhou Mi asked, because he wanted to be one hundred percent positive before he got too excited.

Sungmin nodded, reaching over to his bedside table to pull out some lube and a condom. “Do you mind?”

Zhou Mi didn’t know what he was talking about but he nodded because at that moment he didn’t mind anything. Especially not with the way that Sungmin responded to the prepping. He moaned perfectly, arched just right. Zhou Mi loved it.

Sungmin was panting when he pulled his fingers out. Zhou Mi took a moment to admire Sungmin before taking the condom and putting it on. Sungmin licked his lips, leaning back into the pillows as Zhou Mi took up the position and began to thrust forward.

He closed his eyes, and bit his tongue because the name that was about to come out was the wrong name and he didn’t want to ruin this. So he tried to blank his mind, and focused on that, focused on thinking of nothing as he began to pick a rhythm, thrusting in and out. Sungmin moaned beneath him, his name coming out of his mouth and Zhou Mi felt guilty as he tried to make Sungmin’s name come out but it didn’t, not even as he came.

He would have felt guilty but Sungmin’s mouth on his neck, whispering his name over and over, smile on his lips stopped it. At least he hadn’t completely screwed up the night. That was all that mattered.

When Zhou Mi woke up he realized it wasn’t to the blaring of his alarm for once. That got him sitting up quickly, the weight of an arm not holding him down. He looked around, hoping for a clock but the light filtering in told him all that he needed to know about the time. He climbed out of bed, looking for his pants and then shaking them out until his cell phone dropped to the ground. It didn’t take it to start vibrating, and Zhou Mi didn’t want to think how many times it had vibrated up until now. He didn’t answer, just stared at the caller id reading Ryeowook and tried to think of what he was going to say.

He clicked through the missed calls, all ten of them; it was only nine o’clock so he had only just missed the beginning of his first class. Three phone calls from the school and three voicemails, and then seven from Ryeowook, each getting more frantic. He didn’t want to imagine what the last one sounded like.

“Mimi?” Sungmin called out and Zhou Mi realized he was crouching at the side of Sungmin’s bed naked. He stood up, hand still clutching his phone as he tried to think how he could call the school and explain he had a very high fever.

“Hi.” Zhou Mi tried to smile even as his heart was pounding.

“What time is it?” Sungmin asked, blinking as he tried to stretch, back arching up as his hands pushed against the bed.

“Nine,” Zhou Mi whispered and Sungmin stopped mid-stretch.

His head whipped towards Zhou Mi and he dropped back down, bouncing just a bit. “I take it the fact that you aren’t jumping for joy means that you aren’t supposed to still be here?”

“No I haven’t called out.” Zhou Mi dropped down, watching as his phone lit up again, Ryeowook. He answered this time, panic taking over. “Ryeowook, I need help.”

“Where are you?!” Ryeowook hissed over the phone. It almost covered his hysteria. “Did you die?”

Zhou Mi shook his head but he knew Ryeowook couldn’t see that. “I overslept. I’m at Sungmin’s and I just woke up. My phone has been on silent.” Ryeowook was silent. “Listen I need you to, I don’t know do something.”

“Like what?” Ryeowook seemed unsure and Zhou Mi wondered where he was.

“Tell them I’m too sick to even pick up my phone. Tell them I’m in the hospital?”

Ryeowook was quiet for a moment. “I sort of already did. They came by about fifteen minutes ago, and I said that I had sent you to the hospital and it had just slipped my mind to tell them in my worry.”

Zhou Mi’s mouth felt sticky as he tried to think of words. “What. Thank you but what were you going to do if that didn’t work?”

“I don’t know, just. Buy me dinner or something. You’re getting docked a days’ pay and remember to beg for forgiveness tomorrow.”

Zhou Mi swallowed and whispered out another “thank you” before hanging up the phone. He collapsed back in the bed and didn’t protest as Sungmin wrapped an arm around him.

“I didn’t intend you to oversleep.”

Zhou Mi shook his head. “No it’s better this way.” He turned his head to the side, smiling as he leaned over and kissed Sungmin. “I would feel guilty leaving you while you were still asleep.”

Sungmin laughed, poking Zhou Mi’s shoulder. “You weren’t supposed to leave with me still asleep. You’re supposed to wake me up.”

Zhou Mi snorted, rolling on his side to throw his arm over Sungmin’s hip. “But I would feel guilty waking you up when you looked so peaceful.”

Sungmin rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “I’m glad to know you care about my sleeping habits, and if you must know nine is generally part of the ‘still sleeping’ part of my day, so I’m going back to sleep.” He took Zhou Mi’s cellphone. “And since you have the day off you should too.”

Zhou Mi’s stomach clenched as he watched Sungmin nuzzle back into his pillow, eyes shut. He had missed work. He had never done that before. He couldn’t fall back asleep, stomach churning too much, and he couldn’t even focus on the way Sungmin slept peacefully, even though he had said so many times before that he snored. Zhou Mi’s head was filled with how big a mistake this had been, at least right then, he tried to tell himself.

It wasn’t a mistake, just the timing was a mistake. This, Sungmin, wasn’t a mistake. That was good. Really. It was. Zhou Mi buried his face into the pillow, hoping for it to reach what he supposed Sungmin thought was a decent hour so he could get out of bed and get on with his day. He knew that if he stayed in bed too long, let Sungmin linger for too long he’d not be able to avoid the “are you sure you aren’t upset about missing work?” conversation.

Around eleven Zhou Mi finally got out of bed, and didn’t even bother to get dressed before walking across to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator, impressed to see a decent stock of food. He took that as a sign that Sungmin expected to be around for a bit. They would need to talk about that, Zhou Mi couldn’t remember all of Sungmin’s tour dates.

“Zhou Mi?”

He looked over to where Sungmin was pushing himself up, out of bed and then back at the food he had started to prepare. “Over here.”

Sungmin rubbed his eye and then grinned as he looked at Zhou Mi. “That’s a good sight to see first thing in the morning.”

Zhou Mi laughed, stirring the noodles. “It’s not really morning. More like mid-day.”

“I just woke up, it’s morning.” Sungmin stretched, arms reaching high before he climbed out of bed, padding across the floor to reach Zhou Mi in a few steps. He kissed him, pulling him away from the stove. “What are you making?”

“Food. I figured you would be hungry. That ice cream was quite a while ago.”

Sungmin’s nose crinkled as he smiled, kissing Zhou Mi again. “And we’ve both had a lot of exercise.”

“I wouldn’t say a lot.” The teasing was easy to fall into as Sungmin began to pull Zhou Mi back to the bed, and he was glad that he could turn the burner down to low before getting tossed onto the bed, Sungmin climbing in between his legs.

“Oh really?” Sungmin asked, crawling on top of him and Zhou Mi laughed, pulling him down for a kiss as they laid out in Sungmin’s bed. It was nice to have Sungmin stretched on top of him and Zhou Mi arched his hips, liking the feeling of skin against skin. “Won’t your food burn?” Sungmin asked, gasping as they broke the kiss.

“It’s just noodles. They’ll just get soggy and turn to mush.”

Sungmin seemed to think about this for a moment before shrugging and using his knee to spread Zhou Mi’s legs wider. “I’ve had worse.”

Zhou Mi would have responded that he had had worse too, but he couldn’t really speak with Sungmin’s cock thrusting against his, hand reaching down to wrap around both of their erections. He gasped instead, fingers tangling in Sungmin’s hair as he thrust his hips up.

The noodles tasted like powdered mush when they finally ate them, but as he leaned across the bed, forcing Sungmin to eat most of his, Zhou Mi couldn’t complain. He thought he might be getting closer to falling in love.

“You don’t need to be awake this early,” Zhou Mi whispered as he stood by the door in his crinkled suit, Sungmin pressed against him, naked. “Really. I’m a big boy and can see myself off.”

Sungmin laughed and kissed him, trying to straighten out his suit and press out the wrinkles. “I don’t mind. I won’t be touring for awhile so I should be on a normal sleeping pattern.” He rolled his eyes as he said that and then laughed again. “Really Mimi. Have a good day at work.”

Zhou Mi kissed his again, running his hands through Sungmin’s hair. “I’ll come by after work?”

Sungmin nodded, not able to stop the grin on his face. “I’ll be here, and if I’m not I’ll shoot you a text about where I am. Maybe we’ll meet up for dinner?”

Zhou Mi nodded, stepping out of the door. “See you tonight.”

The ride to school chipped away at the calm the day, and night, with Sungmin had brought. Zhou Mi began remembering that he had to go in and explain why he had been sick, what had happened. Anxiety was beginning to kick in and he didn’t really like it. He was shaking by the time he got to school, the nerves getting to be too much. He was surprised he hadn’t thrown up outside the gates, but on the bright side he knew he was pale enough to pass as just getting out of the hospital. At least that’s what the headmaster told him when he saw him.

“You look like shit. They discharged you?”

Zhou Mi shrugged, trying to smile as weakly as possible. He had been worried he would only have that post orgasm glow on him. “They couldn’t do anything for me I couldn’t do at home.”

The headmaster sighed, standing up from his chair to walk around to stand in front of Zhou Mi. “We were worried about you. Next time remind Ryeowook that we need to know about late night hospital visits.”

“I will,” Zhou Mi said softly, not looking at the headmaster. “I am really sorry about missing work. It won’t happen again.”

The headmaster was nodding when he looked up, stroking his chin. “I hope not. You are a good teacher, and you are doing goo work with Jongwoon and Ryeowook. They gave me your plans for the concert, and I would hate to see all the students hard work go to waste with your death.”

Zhou Mi smiled at that. "I will try not to die."

"Good. Now get to your class. I know a lot of your students were worried about you yesterday." The headmaster was smiling when he said that and Zhou Mi could imagine why. It was good for the school to have professors that students liked. He bowed, getting out of the room as quick as he could. He took a deep breath once he got to his room, happy that he had gotten away with not coming to work the other day.

He took off his jacket, and wished for a mirror so he could see just how bad the mark Sungmin had left the night before had gotten. He pushed his shirt as far to the side as it could go, and craned his neck but he couldn't see it. He sighed, glancing at the clock and headed to the door, planning on going to the staff bathroom to see if there was any chance he could wear anything but collared shirts for the rest of the month. As he touched where he knew it was he figured he wouldn't be able, it was tender.

He shut his door behind him with a sigh, taking a few moments to think of which bathroom was closer before turning right into Kyuhyun.

"What are you doing here?" The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself, all concern.

Kyuhyun frowned, hands behind his back. "You weren't here yesterday and you weren't at your apartment either..." he trailed off, and Zhou Mi realized his shirt was still pushed to the side. Kyuhyun licked his lips. "Oh." Zhou Mi opened his mouth, not sure if he was trying to explain or what, because Kyuhyun looked hurt all of a sudden and Zhou Mi hadn't seen that look in his eyes in quite some time. Since they broke up officially. "You know," Zhou Mi hadn't realized that Kyuhyun was speaking. "I had been worried. When I heard that you were in the hospital I was worried. I didn't know what he could have done to you, what you could have done to yourself. But I guess I shouldn't have been." Kyuhyun no longer hurt, just angry now.

"No. No you shouldn't have been. You have no place to be worried."

"No place?" Kyuhyun laughed at that, stepping up so they were far too close. "You may think that I don't have a right to be jealous, and maybe that's true, but don't ever say I can't worry about you."

Zhou Mi swallowed as he tried to think of what to say, and how to move. He had to remember that because Kyuhyun was wrapping his arms around his neck, covering up the bruise with his hand. They were kissing before Zhou Mi could comprehend it, and he was pressed back against his door, Kyuhyun kissing hard and he was kissing back. It was instinct because sure Sungmin was nice, but this, Kyuhyun's tongue tracing his lower lip, his body pressed against the length of Zhou Mi's body, knee in between his thigh, this was what he had wanted. He tangled his hands in Kyuhyun’s hair, opening his mouth so they could deepen the kiss. Just one last time, a small part of his mind whispered.

It was enough to knock him to his senses.

He pushed Kyuhyun away from him, wiping his lips with the back of hand. Kyuhyun was rumpled, hair sticking up from where Zhou Mi had pulled and he felt disgusted with himself.

“No,” he said, pointing his finger as Kyuhyun when he took a step towards him. “That’s not right Kui Xian.”

Kyuhyun let out a laugh, cold and stony and more than a little bit hurt. “You can’t even say my name right. If you wanted to get over me you’d get rid of that ridiculous pet name.”

“I am over you.” He stopped himself, swallowing to try and make his mouth not as dry.

Kyuhyun stepped back into his personal space again and Zhou Mi couldn’t find a way to get out of it. Kyuhyun glanced up at him, just barely having to try and look in his eyes. “You’re such an awful liar. You still think about me, just like I still think about you. I know you thought of me last night.”

Zhou Mi thought back to how he had to bite his lip, hoping that Sungmin never picked out the fact that he was groaning a name and not just curse words as he fucked him. It was the same for Kyuhyun? Zhou Mi frowned and gave him a little shove.

“You never slept with Seohyun.”

Kyuhyun’s face was dark, and it took him a moment to answer as his fingers reached forward and played with the edges of Zhou Mi’s shirt. “How do you know?” Zhou Mi was about to open his mouth but suddenly words were spewing out of Kyuhyun’s. “How do you know I didn’t fuck her? Because I did, and every time I had her bent over I thought it was you. I made her speak Mandarin to me, and she would because she was so eager to please her first boyfriend. She sucked me off during lunch. She hadn’t wanted to, but I made her and I cursed and came on her blouse and didn’t care-“

“Enough,” Zhou Mi whispered, grabbing hold of Kyuhyun’s shoulder. Kyuhyun went still as Zhou Mi looked at him, and he hoped it was because he looked angry and not because he was so close to tears. “This needs to stop.” He took a breath, steadying himself as he let go of Kyuhyun’s shoulders. “I love Sungmin.” The lie hurt but he needed to say it, needed to hurt Kyuhyun so bad that he couldn’t do anything but move on. “We’re moving in together. This is over Kui Xian. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I took advantage of you. But we need to move on.”

Zhou Mi stepped to the side, not waiting for Kyuhyun’s angry retort because he needed to lock himself in the bathroom and vomit, worry over the mark gone. It was the only way he could feel better. He was glad that Kyuhyun didn’t follow him.

As Zhou Mi knocked on the door to Sungmin’s apartment, he realized that he really would need a key. Maybe what he had told Kyuhyun wasn't true right now but if he wanted it to be true he would need to get serious. And getting serious meant sharing keys, living together, moving in, and not thinking about someone else whenever you had sex with the other person. Zhou Mi knew he had done a good job of not thinking last night, but that was one night. Like a night with a hooker. You could forget all your problems in one night, but the long term, that was what Zhou Mi needed. He needed to completely forget Kyuhyun.

That's why when Sungmin opened the door, freshly showered and in track pants and a tanktop, hand holding a guitar pick, Zhou Mi dove right in. Sungmin gasped, mouth already open as Zhou Mi kissed him. He kicked the door shut, maneuvering Sungmin back passed his guitar and amp, and to the bed.

He didn't take the time to whisper how much he missed Sungmin during the day, nothing sweet because he couldn't say that honestly. At least not yet. Sungmin pulled his head away from his neck, kissing him full on the mouth for a moment before pulling away.

“I missed you too,” he laughed, pulling Zhou Mi back down for a kiss.

Zhou Mi looked into his eyes, swallowed before leaning down to kiss him again. Sungmin didn’t protest it. He didn’t protest the way that Zhou Mi took off their clothing, or the way that he prepped Sungmin; two fingers at first and then three, other hand on Sungmin’s cock, stroking fast and hard so they both would get off quick.

He took it, the frantic thrusting, the minor abuse, gasping and moaning the whole time, legs wrapped around his waist.

“I love you, I love you,” he whispered over and over again, feeling like a liar.

Sungmin clung to his back, clinging as Zhou Mi continued to whisper it.

Going into school was supposed to be easy. He knew what was supposed to happen and he had taken that step. It wasn’t supposed to take his breath away like this, a swift punch to his gut.

“What do you mean Kyuhyun is dating someone else?!” Tiffany announced, standing up in the middle of the class while he had been taking roll.

Zhou Mi stopped, and tried to look composed as he looked up at the class. “Something to share Ms. Hwang?”

Tiffany blushed as she took her seat, but Zhou Mi saw her lean over Luna and try to get the attention of Seohyun, who seemed to have been the one to tell Tiffany the news that Kyuhyun had started dating someone. Zhou Mi almost felt bad for how hurt Seohyun looked, and his mind replayed the words that Kyuhyun had said. Had he really been her first time?

Zhou Mi shook his head. No, Kyuhyun had said that in a fit of immature panic. He finished roll and tried to put any sense of his own jealousy out of his mind. He had no reason to be jealous. None.

That’s what got him through the day, up until Kyuhyun walked into class, arm wrapped around the shoulders one of the seniors, Taeyeon, his mind reminded him and it said the name far too cruelly. He shouldn’t be thinking of his students like this, but as he watched Kyuhyun look at her, eyes completely predatory he couldn’t stop it.

He wished he had made a stricter seating chart but in the beginning of the year he hadn’t thought the older students needed such strict guidelines. But watching Kyuhyun press his side, from shoulder to hip, flush against Taeyeon’s side made him reconsider that decision. He thought he could make it the whole class, though he wasn’t sure how he could handle it for the rest of the semester, or however long Kyuhyun decided to keep this one around.

Kyuhyun’s hand crept around her hip, and Zhou Mi’s focus was lost. He no longer listened to Junsu try to get through the solo line he had for the day, probably an octave too low for him, his eyes were on Kyuhyun’s fingers tracing Taeyeon’s skirt’s hemline. He glanced at Kyuhyun’s face, and wondered if he was being obvious but Kyuhyun wasn’t looking him. He was looking at Taeyeon.

“Mr. Cho what are you doing?” He didn’t realize he had spoken until he realized everyone was staring at him. He cleared his throat, eyes focused on Kyuhyun’s fingers and how they had dipped under Taeyeon’s shirt hem, tracing her side. “This is a classroom, not a club. Please keep your hands to yourself and out of Ms. Kim’s shirt.” Everyone’s head turned, looking at Taeyeon and Kyuhyun. Taeyeon jumped to the other side of her seat, trying to get away from Kyuhyun. “And Miss Kim please tuck in your shirt. We have rules about inappropriate dress.” Zhou Mi tore his eyes away from where Kyuhyun’s fingers pulled away from Taeyeon’s skin as she blushed bright red and began fussing to get her shirt in her skirt. Zhou Mi felt bile rise in his throat at how he had just embarrassed the girl far beyond what was probably necessary, but then he glanced at Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun, who was frowning and trying to help Taeyeon cover herself up.

Zhou Mi didn’t regret being a little cruel to a seventeen-year-old girl.

And he didn’t regret making Kyuhyun stay after class, not until the last student left and he was hit with the knowledge that it was just him and Kyuhyun. Alone. And he had made it this way. He felt rather played, and Kyuhyun’s lazy smirk told that he probably had been.

“What was that about Kui Xian?”

Kyuhyun shrugged, standing up from his seat to put his folder filled with sheet music in his bag. “I was touching my girl friend Mr. Joo. It happens. As you well know.” He didn’t need to nod towards Zhou Mi’s neck the way he did, Zhou Mi understand what he meant.

“Is dating Taeyeon supposed to hurt me or Seohyun? Because from what I heard she was the one crying during lunch, not me.”

Kyuhyun shrugged again. “She’ll get over it.”

“You can’t keep doing this.”

“And you can’t keep doing this either.” Kyuhyun snapped, suddenly no longer indifferent and Zhou Mi’s mouth went dry.

“What. What do you mean?”

Kyuhyun took a breath, tried to collect his thoughts and when he spoke again it was calmly, almost adult like. Rational. “What do you want?”

Zhou Mi blinked, unsure what Kyuhyun was referring to. “I want to stop doing this?” He really wasn’t sure what he was talking about anymore.

“You can’t have it both ways Zhou Mi. Either let me live my life and live your life or you take a risk.” The dry mouth was back as Kyuhyun dropped his bag with a thug.

“A risk?”

“You still like me.” Kyuhyun said it so matter a fact that Zhou Mi couldn’t deny it. “So do something about it.”

There was no point trying to argue out of this, they had had this conversation, both with each other and in their minds, Zhou Mi knew. They knew exactly what it entailed. Zhou Mi shook his head.

“No.”

“I still like you Zhou Mi.”

“You’re a child you don’t know what you like.”

Zhou Mi hadn’t been expecting the slap. He hadn’t even realized that Kyuhyun had gotten that close to him. He swallowed, turning his head slowly.

“I am not a child. And I know what I like and what I don’t like. You think I want this to be hard? You think I want to like you? I already tried not liking you. And you’ve tried too, but that didn’t work out for either of us now did it?” Zhou Mi couldn’t think of anything to say to that and Kyuhyun continued. “So please. Kiss me?”

Zhou Mi swallowed. Kyuhyun was so close, and one kiss wouldn’t hurt. Except that it wasn’t just one kiss, and it never would be. Kyuhyun gasped, moaned when he finally leaned down and kissed him hard and unforgiving. Zhou Mi didn’t want this, really. That’s why he tried to push Kyuhyun away, only to get pulled along.

They stumbled, tripping through the rows of chairs and making a mess of the room until they could find a flat surface, something to lean against. Zhou Mi put his hand flat on the top of the piano, bracing himself above Kyuhyun as the pressed together.

Kyuhyun broke the kiss and Zhou Mi tilted his head to the side because he already knew where Kyuhyun wanted to go. He felt the material of his shirt push roughly against his skin as Kyuhyun moved it, and then he just felt the bite as Kyuhyun bit over Sungmin’s mark.

He gasped, eyes shutting as he just concentrated on the biting, the sucking. His hips arched and he felt Kyuhyun grind his hips against his. Zhou Mi gasped again as Kyuhyun tugged on his tie, pulling it undone before it could choke him. It loosened his shirt, along with the buttons coming undone.

Kyuhyun made quick work of pushing his shirt off his shoulders, pulling it out of his pants and Zhou Mi shivered for a moment as the cool air hit his skin but then Kyuhyun was pressed up against him. It was with clothing though and that didn’t feel nearly as good as skin. Zhou Mi knew that for a fact.

He tugged, trying to get Kyuhyun undressed as fast as he could. Kyuhyun laughed as he undid Zhou Mi’s belt with a snap.

“Help me,” Zhou Mi pleaded, finally getting Kyuhyun’s shirt out of his pants but his fingers were trembling too much to work the buttons.

Kyuhyun chuckled, moving to undo the buttons of his shirt. Zhou Mi swallowed as he watched Kyuhyun shrug off his shirt, and he had to take a moment to look at him, admire the body he hadn’t seen for almost three months. He reached out, gripping Kyuhyun’s hips and pulled his back to him. They kissed hard, and Zhou Mi didn’t care that their teeth mashed together once or twice as his pants fell down his legs, and his knee went to spread Kyuhyun’s thighs.

“Want me to bend over?” Kyuhyun asked teasingly and Zhou Mi shook his head.

“No. Like this.” He was impressed that he was speaking semi-full sentences. “No lube though.”

“Spit. Lots of spit.”

Zhou Mi couldn’t help but laugh a little at that comment but then Kyuhyun had two of his fingers inside his mouth and Zhou Mi was sucking around them.

“Did you think I was kidding?” Kyuhyun asked, hips arching as he curled his fingers inside Zhou Mi’s mouth.

Zhou Mi wrapped his tongue around Kyuhyun’s fingers, trying to get them as wet as possible. Kyuhyun pulled them out after a moment and Zhou Mi kept their eye contact as Kyuhyun inserted one finger. He gasped, and Zhou Mi saw the wince but Kyuhyun kept going. All he could do was encourage him, because his mind couldn’t begin to think of what else they could use.

Kyuhyun’s mouth opened wide when he inserted the next finger and he looked in pain but he took it, rocking himself against his fingers slowly. Zhou Mi watched, stroking his cock because seeing Kyuhyun laid back against the piano fingering himself was an awe-inspiring picture.

“Want you in me,” Kyuhyun moaned, taking his fingers out and Zhou Mi was suddenly unsure. Kyuhyun must have seen it because his eyes flashed and he grabbed hold of Zhou Mi’s erection, trying to put it inside of him.

Zhou Mi swallowed as he began to push forward. It was tight, hot and almost painful. He couldn’t imagine what it was like for Kyuhyun, and he was biting his lip, trying to keep a brave face. Zhou Mi gripped his thigh, keeping his balance as he tried to get more support for Kyuhyun’s back, bent over the piano like that.

“Oh God,” Kyuhyun gasped, and then he swore as Zhou Mi thrust forward, fully inside him.

He tried to be slow, waiting but Kyuhyun wasn’t having any of that, pushing back against his cock almost immediately and Zhou Mi didn’t have any choice but thrust. It felt good. He couldn’t lie, couldn’t stop once he started, and he leaned forward, kissing up and down Kyuhyun’s neck as he panted out his name.

Kyuhyun was gasping his name, fingers going to dig into his back. Nails dragged down as Zhou Mi gave a particularly rough thrust. He was picking up the pace and he let go of Kyuhyun’s thigh to wrap around his cock. Kyuhyun needed to enjoy it if they were going to do this, and make it a habit.

That’s what he was trying to chant in his head, because he didn’t want to be selfish and just thrust away, get his rocks off with Kyuhyun coming too. He needed Kyuhyun to enjoy it, wanted to see that look of pleasure in his eye.

It came hard and fast before Zhou Mi could properly think of words to put to it. Kyuhyun’s head was tossed back and he was practically sobbing as he came. Zhou Mi followed, hand squeezing just a bit too hard he was sure and he let go of Kyuhyun’s cock, going limp over him.

They lay like that, naked in his classroom and Zhou Mi distantly realized he had told Henry to stop by, and that the door had been unlocked. If he had had conscious thought he would have wished that this had been one of those times where time seemed to pass slow but really it was only five minutes. But as he lay on top of Kyuhyun he couldn’t think of that, because all he wanted was to clean Kyuhyun off, and hug him.

Kyuhyun clung to him, not letting him move away to start the cleaning off process.

“Don’t leave,” he whispered and Zhou Mi relaxed.

“I don’t have much of a choice do I?” Kyuhyun shook his head. “I’m okay with that,” he tried to reassure and he felt Kyuhyun slowly relax underneath him.

Chapter 5