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title: Ardently Yours, Zhou Mi
rating: PG
fandom: Super Junior
characters: Zhou Mi, Kyuhyun (hint of QMi)
wordcount: 2083
summary: Zhou Mi becomes obsessed with Mr. Darcy
notes: this is exceedingly silly.
Zhou Mi was focusing so hard on what he was doing, his eyes screwed up in concentration and his tongue between his teeth as he clicked furiously on the mouse buttons; the pointer was just not going where it was supposed to be going. This was so frustrating.
"Hey, Mi, what are you doing?"
The sudden voice startled Zhou Mi, and a silly little shriek fell from his lips. As quickly and as subtly (so, entirely noticeably) he clicked away what he'd been working on on the computer. "Oh, sorry," he said, flustered. Zhou Mi turned in his chair and looked up to meet Kyuhyun's eyes.
For all the people to have possibly seen, why did it have to be Kyuhyun? Zhou Mi tried to search Kyuhyun's face for any signs of his having seen what was up on the screen, but his face was free of all mockery. Hmm.
“I was just looking through youtube,” he answered. “Have you ever seen a turkey on a snowboard?" He tried to sound easy and careless, as if it were the truth. Zhou Mi would probably die, right there on the spot, if Kyuhyun had noticed.
Kyuhyun seemed to look vaguely unimpressed. That was a good sign. “Oh, were you watching that? Yeah, I saw about that ages ago. Try and keep up, Mi, the rest of the world is still spinning, you know.”
Zhou Mi laughed a little, and shrugged his shoulders in answer. “I'll try to keep more on top of these ridiculous youtube videos in future.”
“Good.” Kyuhyun smiled then, “do you want to go get some food?”
There was a moment of thought. Zhou Mi kind of wanted to finish what he was doing, but Kyuhyun was smiling at him and looked like he actually wanted Zhou Mi's company, and that was hard to resist.
The smile won out, and Zhou Mi offered one of his own in return. “Sure, let's go. You're paying this time, right?” He added, his smile turning mischievous.
“Just because I asked doesn't mean I'm offering to pay!”
Grabbing his things, Zhou Mi then turned to Kyuhyun again, his smile widening further still. “But you will pay, right? Because you want me to come with you, don't you?” Zhou Mi cackled then, and danced out of reach as Kyuhyun tried to hit him.
“I don't value your company that much!”
Zhou Mi laughed all the way down the stairs, and by the time Kyuhyun reached him, he was laughing too.
*
The next time Zhou Mi had time to work on his secret project, he made sure first that Kyuhyun was going to be gone for awhile and that he had his door boobytrapped, so that he would know when anyone tried to come in. The confusion of his trap would, hopefully, give Zhou Mi enough time to click away what he was doing, before the culprit ever got a proper look at the screen.
It was ridiculous, and Zhou Mi knew that. But he had been bored one day with too much time on his hands and too many thoughts inside his mind. That, and he was somewhat obsessed. He couldn't really hide that fact anymore, not as he furiously continued trying to drag the little, photoshopped head of Kyuhyun's that he'd finally achieved, onto the photoshopped body he had waiting.
Zhou Mi was terrible at photoshop, and this was probably going to be the worst thing he had ever laid eyes on, but he had to satisfy some weird, deep-seated curiousity he held. Ever since he'd read Pride & Prejudice, he just couldn't get the idea out of his mind.
His imagination was pretty good, especially with regards to Kyuhyun, but this he wanted to try and see for himself. A mad whim that he couldn't resist the pull of. If only he was a little bit better at photoshop, he could just finish it, laugh at himself, feel humiliated and be glad that no one would ever find out, and then delete all evidence forever.
He was finally getting closer to his aim, when there was a cacophony of noise from his door. It was enough to make Zhou Mi jump almost out of his seat - exactly not the reaction he had been aiming for. In a barely contained wild panic, he clicked furiously at everything on his screen, and turned to see who was trying to invade his room. Zhou Mi tried to paint an innocent expression across his face, too.
There, in the middle of a pile of all the noisiest things Zhou Mi could find (pots, pans, a small cymbal, a pile of books, some shoes, a scarf) stood Kyuhyun, looking both unsettled and bemused.
“What is going on?” He questioned, trying to carefully pick himself out from between everything on the floor. He looked to Zhou Mi, and then his eyes moved beyond. Zhou Mi was relieved he had managed to hide everything, and just in time; if Kyuhyun had caught him now....
The look on Kyuhyun's face changed to a puzzled frown. “And what,” he asked, still looking at the computer screen, “is that meant to be? What are you doing with my head?”
Zhou Mi's eyes widened, and a cold fear flooded him. Fear, and a painful, piercing humiliation. He turned to look at his computer screen, and he could have kicked himself for what he saw. Instead of minimising his photoshop, he had maximised the screen instead. And it was clear, or almost clear, what he had been doing.
He wanted to die. He just, he wanted the floor to open up, and mercifully swallow him whole, so he wouldn't have to explain this, and wouldn't have to live through it. Why, oh why, wasn't the floor merciful and benevolent?
Kyuhyun's gaze turned to Zhou Mi now, and it was clear he couldn't keep the amusement from his face, despite the deep confusion over everything that had happened in the last minute.
“Is that...meant to be my head, on the body of some English gentleman?”
Was he dead yet, Zhou Mi wondered. Was he?
Cheeks flaming, his humiliation apparent, he looked up at Kyuhyun; he could only meet that amused stare for a moment. He had made such a joke of himself now. But seeing as Kyuhyun was now witness to his embarrassing secret, what was left to hide? He may as well out with it now. And there was a part of Zhou Mi, a small and silly part, that wanted to point out it wasn't just an English gentleman, but Mr. Darcy. That made all the difference, to Zhou Mi.
“Yes,” he admitted in a small voice, looking quite pointedly into his lap. “On the body of Mr. Darcy, or at least one of the actor's who plays him.”
Kyuhyun clearly couldn't stifle his laughter, and Zhou Mi didn't blame him, even if it did sting. Quickly, he turned to do what he had originally intended: actually hide everything on his screen.
“And, um, why were you photoshopping me and Mr. Darcy?”
“Because I wondered what you'd look like as him.”
It sounded even more ridiculous outloud, and to a person, than it had in Zhou Mi's own mind. But, he really was fascinated by Mr. Darcy; how cold and arrogant and superior he was at first, at his bumbling attempts at growing affection, at how he finally came to terms with his feelings and tried to make right the wrongs he had done in the beginning. Zhou Mi liked seeing how he had gone from cold, to almost warm by the end of the book. He was obsessed, and Kyuhyun just happened to be Zhou Mi's other obsession.
There were quite a few moments of silence then, and Zhou Mi made himself look up, to see if Kyuhyun was even still there.
He was, and the amusement was still there on his face, but there was something else there too.
“Do you have a thing for these old fashioned English gentlemen types, then?” He finally asked.
Zhou Mi shook his head. “I just, I read Pride & Prejudice and really loved it. And...I just got carried away. It was silly.” He looked up at Kyuhyun then, eyes widening again as another terrible thought hit him. “You won't tell anyone else, will you?” Zhou Mi asked.
For a moment Kyuhyun looked like he was imagining just that, everyone's reaction when he told them what he had caught Zhou Mi doing, there was a gleeful light in his eyes. And then it was gone, as Kyuhyun sighed, almost sadly. “No, I guess I won't tell anyone. You look like you might cry at the very idea of it, and,” he added, the mischievous look gone but a teasing smile on his face, “you know how I feel when you cry.”
Zhou Mi felt like crying, but Kyuhyun didn't need to know that. “Of course I'm not going to cry!” He said, somewhat defensively. “It's just embarrassing enough having you find out, I really don't want to have to deal with everyone else, too.”
“I said I won't. It won't go beyond this room.”
“Yeah, but you won't be able to resist reminding me of this, I bet.”
Kyuhyun snorted at that, “Who do you think I am? Of course I won't, but I still won't let anyone else know.”
That was both maddening, and kind of sweet, to Zhou Mi. He was losing his mind.
“Why were you reading that, anyway?” Kyuhyun asked, shifting now to sit on the end of Zhou Mi's bed, making himself comfortable.
“Oh, Donghae gave it to me.”
This answer caused the appropriate response: a loud guffaw, and a look of absolute disbelief. “Donghae? What, why?”
The memory of it brought a smile to Zhou Mi's face, he'd really found it funny at the time, but hadn't told anyone else about it, as it would have meant admitting to his secret of reading the book anyway. And of how he was now determined to read all the rest of Jane Austen's books.
“He was going on and on about this book he'd read, Pride & Prejudice & Zombies and he gave me a copy of it. It was only after I finished reading the book myself that I realised he must have picked up the original, because there was nothing about zombies in it at all!” Remembering it again made Zhou Mi laugh. “When I told him, Donghae just said to me, 'oh, I wondered where all the zombies were.'”
This had Kyuhyun laughing too, until all either of them could do was just sit there, helplessly, and laugh about the whole situation.
It was still humiliating, and Zhou Mi knew that he would never live it down, that Kyuhyun would never let him live it down, but at least in that moment he could laugh about Donghae's silly mistake.
When the laughing eventually began to lessen, Kyuhyun looked over at Zhou Mi, and he could have sworn there was some sly glint in Kyuhyun's gaze. Zhou Mi tried to mentally prepare himself for whatever it could possibly be.
“But, tell me, Mi,” Kyuhyun began, and slowly a smile to match began to creep across his face. “You do have a thing for these breeches then, don't you? Did you think I'd look good in breeches?”
Zhou Mi let out a little wail, and buried his face in his arms. This was mostly to hide his sudden, flaming cheeks, because yes, the answer was ashamedly yes. Mr Darcy was impossibly handsome in his mind, and there was definitely something about those old fashioned outfits that he really liked.
Kyuhyun laughed at that, and Zhou Mi knew he had given him his answer. But his laugh was warm and teasing, and the sound of it only seemed to fuel the flush in his cheeks.
“I won't tell anyone,” Kyuhyun assured, and Zhou Mi briefly felt the warm pressure of Kyuhyun's hand against his shoulder, reaffirming this. “But I will tease you a bit, about your funny taste in things.”
This was better than what Zhou Mi had previously imagined, but still, he wouldn't look up again until he'd stopped blushing. And for as long as he could feel Kyuhyun smiling at him, Zhou Mi knew that wouldn't happen anytime soon.
- end -
rating: PG
fandom: Super Junior
characters: Zhou Mi, Kyuhyun (hint of QMi)
wordcount: 2083
summary: Zhou Mi becomes obsessed with Mr. Darcy
notes: this is exceedingly silly.
Zhou Mi was focusing so hard on what he was doing, his eyes screwed up in concentration and his tongue between his teeth as he clicked furiously on the mouse buttons; the pointer was just not going where it was supposed to be going. This was so frustrating.
"Hey, Mi, what are you doing?"
The sudden voice startled Zhou Mi, and a silly little shriek fell from his lips. As quickly and as subtly (so, entirely noticeably) he clicked away what he'd been working on on the computer. "Oh, sorry," he said, flustered. Zhou Mi turned in his chair and looked up to meet Kyuhyun's eyes.
For all the people to have possibly seen, why did it have to be Kyuhyun? Zhou Mi tried to search Kyuhyun's face for any signs of his having seen what was up on the screen, but his face was free of all mockery. Hmm.
“I was just looking through youtube,” he answered. “Have you ever seen a turkey on a snowboard?" He tried to sound easy and careless, as if it were the truth. Zhou Mi would probably die, right there on the spot, if Kyuhyun had noticed.
Kyuhyun seemed to look vaguely unimpressed. That was a good sign. “Oh, were you watching that? Yeah, I saw about that ages ago. Try and keep up, Mi, the rest of the world is still spinning, you know.”
Zhou Mi laughed a little, and shrugged his shoulders in answer. “I'll try to keep more on top of these ridiculous youtube videos in future.”
“Good.” Kyuhyun smiled then, “do you want to go get some food?”
There was a moment of thought. Zhou Mi kind of wanted to finish what he was doing, but Kyuhyun was smiling at him and looked like he actually wanted Zhou Mi's company, and that was hard to resist.
The smile won out, and Zhou Mi offered one of his own in return. “Sure, let's go. You're paying this time, right?” He added, his smile turning mischievous.
“Just because I asked doesn't mean I'm offering to pay!”
Grabbing his things, Zhou Mi then turned to Kyuhyun again, his smile widening further still. “But you will pay, right? Because you want me to come with you, don't you?” Zhou Mi cackled then, and danced out of reach as Kyuhyun tried to hit him.
“I don't value your company that much!”
Zhou Mi laughed all the way down the stairs, and by the time Kyuhyun reached him, he was laughing too.
*
The next time Zhou Mi had time to work on his secret project, he made sure first that Kyuhyun was going to be gone for awhile and that he had his door boobytrapped, so that he would know when anyone tried to come in. The confusion of his trap would, hopefully, give Zhou Mi enough time to click away what he was doing, before the culprit ever got a proper look at the screen.
It was ridiculous, and Zhou Mi knew that. But he had been bored one day with too much time on his hands and too many thoughts inside his mind. That, and he was somewhat obsessed. He couldn't really hide that fact anymore, not as he furiously continued trying to drag the little, photoshopped head of Kyuhyun's that he'd finally achieved, onto the photoshopped body he had waiting.
Zhou Mi was terrible at photoshop, and this was probably going to be the worst thing he had ever laid eyes on, but he had to satisfy some weird, deep-seated curiousity he held. Ever since he'd read Pride & Prejudice, he just couldn't get the idea out of his mind.
His imagination was pretty good, especially with regards to Kyuhyun, but this he wanted to try and see for himself. A mad whim that he couldn't resist the pull of. If only he was a little bit better at photoshop, he could just finish it, laugh at himself, feel humiliated and be glad that no one would ever find out, and then delete all evidence forever.
He was finally getting closer to his aim, when there was a cacophony of noise from his door. It was enough to make Zhou Mi jump almost out of his seat - exactly not the reaction he had been aiming for. In a barely contained wild panic, he clicked furiously at everything on his screen, and turned to see who was trying to invade his room. Zhou Mi tried to paint an innocent expression across his face, too.
There, in the middle of a pile of all the noisiest things Zhou Mi could find (pots, pans, a small cymbal, a pile of books, some shoes, a scarf) stood Kyuhyun, looking both unsettled and bemused.
“What is going on?” He questioned, trying to carefully pick himself out from between everything on the floor. He looked to Zhou Mi, and then his eyes moved beyond. Zhou Mi was relieved he had managed to hide everything, and just in time; if Kyuhyun had caught him now....
The look on Kyuhyun's face changed to a puzzled frown. “And what,” he asked, still looking at the computer screen, “is that meant to be? What are you doing with my head?”
Zhou Mi's eyes widened, and a cold fear flooded him. Fear, and a painful, piercing humiliation. He turned to look at his computer screen, and he could have kicked himself for what he saw. Instead of minimising his photoshop, he had maximised the screen instead. And it was clear, or almost clear, what he had been doing.
He wanted to die. He just, he wanted the floor to open up, and mercifully swallow him whole, so he wouldn't have to explain this, and wouldn't have to live through it. Why, oh why, wasn't the floor merciful and benevolent?
Kyuhyun's gaze turned to Zhou Mi now, and it was clear he couldn't keep the amusement from his face, despite the deep confusion over everything that had happened in the last minute.
“Is that...meant to be my head, on the body of some English gentleman?”
Was he dead yet, Zhou Mi wondered. Was he?
Cheeks flaming, his humiliation apparent, he looked up at Kyuhyun; he could only meet that amused stare for a moment. He had made such a joke of himself now. But seeing as Kyuhyun was now witness to his embarrassing secret, what was left to hide? He may as well out with it now. And there was a part of Zhou Mi, a small and silly part, that wanted to point out it wasn't just an English gentleman, but Mr. Darcy. That made all the difference, to Zhou Mi.
“Yes,” he admitted in a small voice, looking quite pointedly into his lap. “On the body of Mr. Darcy, or at least one of the actor's who plays him.”
Kyuhyun clearly couldn't stifle his laughter, and Zhou Mi didn't blame him, even if it did sting. Quickly, he turned to do what he had originally intended: actually hide everything on his screen.
“And, um, why were you photoshopping me and Mr. Darcy?”
“Because I wondered what you'd look like as him.”
It sounded even more ridiculous outloud, and to a person, than it had in Zhou Mi's own mind. But, he really was fascinated by Mr. Darcy; how cold and arrogant and superior he was at first, at his bumbling attempts at growing affection, at how he finally came to terms with his feelings and tried to make right the wrongs he had done in the beginning. Zhou Mi liked seeing how he had gone from cold, to almost warm by the end of the book. He was obsessed, and Kyuhyun just happened to be Zhou Mi's other obsession.
There were quite a few moments of silence then, and Zhou Mi made himself look up, to see if Kyuhyun was even still there.
He was, and the amusement was still there on his face, but there was something else there too.
“Do you have a thing for these old fashioned English gentlemen types, then?” He finally asked.
Zhou Mi shook his head. “I just, I read Pride & Prejudice and really loved it. And...I just got carried away. It was silly.” He looked up at Kyuhyun then, eyes widening again as another terrible thought hit him. “You won't tell anyone else, will you?” Zhou Mi asked.
For a moment Kyuhyun looked like he was imagining just that, everyone's reaction when he told them what he had caught Zhou Mi doing, there was a gleeful light in his eyes. And then it was gone, as Kyuhyun sighed, almost sadly. “No, I guess I won't tell anyone. You look like you might cry at the very idea of it, and,” he added, the mischievous look gone but a teasing smile on his face, “you know how I feel when you cry.”
Zhou Mi felt like crying, but Kyuhyun didn't need to know that. “Of course I'm not going to cry!” He said, somewhat defensively. “It's just embarrassing enough having you find out, I really don't want to have to deal with everyone else, too.”
“I said I won't. It won't go beyond this room.”
“Yeah, but you won't be able to resist reminding me of this, I bet.”
Kyuhyun snorted at that, “Who do you think I am? Of course I won't, but I still won't let anyone else know.”
That was both maddening, and kind of sweet, to Zhou Mi. He was losing his mind.
“Why were you reading that, anyway?” Kyuhyun asked, shifting now to sit on the end of Zhou Mi's bed, making himself comfortable.
“Oh, Donghae gave it to me.”
This answer caused the appropriate response: a loud guffaw, and a look of absolute disbelief. “Donghae? What, why?”
The memory of it brought a smile to Zhou Mi's face, he'd really found it funny at the time, but hadn't told anyone else about it, as it would have meant admitting to his secret of reading the book anyway. And of how he was now determined to read all the rest of Jane Austen's books.
“He was going on and on about this book he'd read, Pride & Prejudice & Zombies and he gave me a copy of it. It was only after I finished reading the book myself that I realised he must have picked up the original, because there was nothing about zombies in it at all!” Remembering it again made Zhou Mi laugh. “When I told him, Donghae just said to me, 'oh, I wondered where all the zombies were.'”
This had Kyuhyun laughing too, until all either of them could do was just sit there, helplessly, and laugh about the whole situation.
It was still humiliating, and Zhou Mi knew that he would never live it down, that Kyuhyun would never let him live it down, but at least in that moment he could laugh about Donghae's silly mistake.
When the laughing eventually began to lessen, Kyuhyun looked over at Zhou Mi, and he could have sworn there was some sly glint in Kyuhyun's gaze. Zhou Mi tried to mentally prepare himself for whatever it could possibly be.
“But, tell me, Mi,” Kyuhyun began, and slowly a smile to match began to creep across his face. “You do have a thing for these breeches then, don't you? Did you think I'd look good in breeches?”
Zhou Mi let out a little wail, and buried his face in his arms. This was mostly to hide his sudden, flaming cheeks, because yes, the answer was ashamedly yes. Mr Darcy was impossibly handsome in his mind, and there was definitely something about those old fashioned outfits that he really liked.
Kyuhyun laughed at that, and Zhou Mi knew he had given him his answer. But his laugh was warm and teasing, and the sound of it only seemed to fuel the flush in his cheeks.
“I won't tell anyone,” Kyuhyun assured, and Zhou Mi briefly felt the warm pressure of Kyuhyun's hand against his shoulder, reaffirming this. “But I will tease you a bit, about your funny taste in things.”
This was better than what Zhou Mi had previously imagined, but still, he wouldn't look up again until he'd stopped blushing. And for as long as he could feel Kyuhyun smiling at him, Zhou Mi knew that wouldn't happen anytime soon.
- end -