Agree to disagree
| Agree to disagree | pg | super junior | kyuhyun/zhou mi | 537w |
Zhou Mi wants to punch Kyuhyun in the face.
Notes: For umberela. I actually have something else planned for you atm. Think of this as an instalment until more qmi shenanigans come to fruition. :33 ♥
Sometimes, Zhou Mi likes to think about what it’s like to punch Kyuhyun in the face.
Like right now.
“I’m not slurring,” drunk Kyuhyun insists, even though his sentences resemble long chains of interconnected nonsense, “your ears must be slurring.”
Zhou Mi takes a deep breath because sometimes, that’s what you have to do when you’re near Kyuhyun. Sometimes, your blood pressure rockets so high that you’re a walking deep brain aneurysm waiting to happen. “You’re drunk.” He bites out.
“Your ears are drunk,” Kyuhyun counters. Zhou Mi wants to rip his hair out - not his own, of course. Kyuhyun’s. He also wants to, oh right, punch him in the face.
He normally wouldn’t admit this out loud, but it’s easy to express your true feelings when the other person thinks your ears are raging alcoholics. “I want to punch you in the face.” Zhou Mi says. “I don’t think of myself as a violent person, but sometimes I really want to, like right now.”
“Is that - ” Kyuhyun looks confused, “Is that, like, a euphemism or something? I wouldn’t mind if you, whoa-”
Zhou Mi has a mean right hook, something Kyuhyun rediscovers the next morning when he looks in the mirror and finds himself resembling half a panda. Other notable observations include his fuzzy tongue and the mother of all headaches taking up residence in his skull, but he shakes those off and stumbles into Zhou Mi’s bed and says, “You know, I was hoping for a kiss.”
Zhou Mi still looks angry, but there’s a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes when he spies Kyuhyun’s brand new black eye. “Does it hurt?” He asks.
“A lot,” says Kyuhyun, playing it up for all he’s got. “Really a lot. Worst pain I’ve ever had. Car accidents have nothing on it.”
At the mention of car accidents, Zhou Mi’s mouth takes a downward turn. “Well it’s - ” the guilt is starting to hit, “it’s your fault anyways.”
Kyuhyun debates the pros and cons of fighting that accusation, but the marginally less inconsiderate part of him wins. “Fine, I’m sorry I got drunk and said stupid things.”
“Apology accepted.” Zhou Mi says primly.
Kyuhyun glares.
“Ok, fine. And I’m sorry I punched you. But I had a good rea - ” He catches himself - and a glimpse of Kyuhyun’s intensified glare. “I’m sorry ok?”
“Ok.”
And then they sit there in silence, staring at the ceiling before -
“Well, you know, it might hurt less if you kissed it. I’m pretty sure it’s scientifically proven.”
Zhou Mi raises an eyebrow. “You don’t say?”
“Oh yes.” Kyuhyun nods, eyes closed with a flat, sure smile on his lips. “Absolutely certain.”
“Then it wouldn’t hurt to try it out.”
“No it wouldn’t. And other things too, if you’re up for it.”
“I might be.” Zhou Mi wrinkles his nose, “but why don’t you go take a shower first? No offence, but you kind of stink right now.”
Later, Kyuhyun is pleasantly surprised to find that he isn’t alone in the shower. There are also other, far more pleasant surprises, but he would rather keep those between himself and Zhou Mi.
For scientific-copyright-restricted-confidentiality-ohwhothefuckareyoukiddingitwasmindblowingsex reasons.
You understand of course, don’t you?
Zhou Mi wants to punch Kyuhyun in the face.
Notes: For umberela. I actually have something else planned for you atm. Think of this as an instalment until more qmi shenanigans come to fruition. :33 ♥
Sometimes, Zhou Mi likes to think about what it’s like to punch Kyuhyun in the face.
Like right now.
“I’m not slurring,” drunk Kyuhyun insists, even though his sentences resemble long chains of interconnected nonsense, “your ears must be slurring.”
Zhou Mi takes a deep breath because sometimes, that’s what you have to do when you’re near Kyuhyun. Sometimes, your blood pressure rockets so high that you’re a walking deep brain aneurysm waiting to happen. “You’re drunk.” He bites out.
“Your ears are drunk,” Kyuhyun counters. Zhou Mi wants to rip his hair out - not his own, of course. Kyuhyun’s. He also wants to, oh right, punch him in the face.
He normally wouldn’t admit this out loud, but it’s easy to express your true feelings when the other person thinks your ears are raging alcoholics. “I want to punch you in the face.” Zhou Mi says. “I don’t think of myself as a violent person, but sometimes I really want to, like right now.”
“Is that - ” Kyuhyun looks confused, “Is that, like, a euphemism or something? I wouldn’t mind if you, whoa-”
Zhou Mi has a mean right hook, something Kyuhyun rediscovers the next morning when he looks in the mirror and finds himself resembling half a panda. Other notable observations include his fuzzy tongue and the mother of all headaches taking up residence in his skull, but he shakes those off and stumbles into Zhou Mi’s bed and says, “You know, I was hoping for a kiss.”
Zhou Mi still looks angry, but there’s a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes when he spies Kyuhyun’s brand new black eye. “Does it hurt?” He asks.
“A lot,” says Kyuhyun, playing it up for all he’s got. “Really a lot. Worst pain I’ve ever had. Car accidents have nothing on it.”
At the mention of car accidents, Zhou Mi’s mouth takes a downward turn. “Well it’s - ” the guilt is starting to hit, “it’s your fault anyways.”
Kyuhyun debates the pros and cons of fighting that accusation, but the marginally less inconsiderate part of him wins. “Fine, I’m sorry I got drunk and said stupid things.”
“Apology accepted.” Zhou Mi says primly.
Kyuhyun glares.
“Ok, fine. And I’m sorry I punched you. But I had a good rea - ” He catches himself - and a glimpse of Kyuhyun’s intensified glare. “I’m sorry ok?”
“Ok.”
And then they sit there in silence, staring at the ceiling before -
“Well, you know, it might hurt less if you kissed it. I’m pretty sure it’s scientifically proven.”
Zhou Mi raises an eyebrow. “You don’t say?”
“Oh yes.” Kyuhyun nods, eyes closed with a flat, sure smile on his lips. “Absolutely certain.”
“Then it wouldn’t hurt to try it out.”
“No it wouldn’t. And other things too, if you’re up for it.”
“I might be.” Zhou Mi wrinkles his nose, “but why don’t you go take a shower first? No offence, but you kind of stink right now.”
Later, Kyuhyun is pleasantly surprised to find that he isn’t alone in the shower. There are also other, far more pleasant surprises, but he would rather keep those between himself and Zhou Mi.
For scientific-copyright-restricted-confidentiality-ohwhothefuckareyoukiddingitwasmindblowingsex reasons.
You understand of course, don’t you?