super junior m | it's always sunny where you are
QMi ate my brain (WHY SO GORGEOUS, ZHOU MI, HUH?) and then the enablers started enabling and. This happened. I will write slashier stuff when my AU ideas stop failing, okay. For now, have toeing-the-line shenanigans.
Title: it's always sunny where you are
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: QMi (Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi), ninja Hanchul
Rating: PG
Notes: idk what this is. I hate all the enablers on my flist. Also, new fandom! \o/ I cannot write Qmi (or anything) for shit. I hope this is okay with all of you. 1,071 words ftw.
Kyuhyun decides he hates Beijing when they get a Friday off and there is literally nothing to do because everything on TV sucks, the wireless blows and even when it does work he's got the Great Fucking Firewall of China to contend with, there are fans staked out outside their hotel armed with cameras and bags of sparkly things, and because it is so inhumanly hot that he can feel his brain not so much melting as fucking sublimating out his ears.
He's been texting Heechul and Sungmin pretty much nonstop for the past hour with things like KIBUM JUST FLEW PAST MY WINDOW and I can see your underwear and dude some hot chick just flashed me don't you wish you were in China too and RIGHT BEHIND YOU and I am so bored I am starting to find Zhou Mi attractive and hyung, fuck you, stop ignoring me but so far the only response he's managed to get from either is Awww Kyuhyunniee~ and he is really, really not in the mood.
He and Zhou Mi are sprawled on the couch, squinting at the midsize TV screen. The signal is on the weak side, the resulting images staticky and a little too green. They are watching some sort of awful Japanese drama, dubbed into Beijing-accented Chinese, and it's giving Kyuhyun a headache. The Tortured Male Lead is, as far as Kyuhyun can tell, some sort of self-absorbed salaryman college student sociopath. He is also orange, yet another casualty of the work ethic at Chinese electronics factories. At present, Tortured Male Lead is glowering angrily at someone offscreen who might also be his girlfriend, and Kyuhyun has no idea what the hell he's saying, but it sounds evil.
"He reminds me of you," Zhou Mi remarks cheekily. The ensuing smile knocks something into Kyuhyun's gut and he has to pull himself together before he speaks.
"You had better hope that's a compliment," he says, voice a touch too high. "Or I will throw you out to the fangirl wolves. And then your Baidu bar will explode with shirtless pictures of you and those incredibly stupid pants." He flicks at Zhou Mi's pink pajama bottoms, carefully avoiding Zhou Mi's leg.
Zhou Mi actually pouts a little before his lips curl into another winning smile. "Of course it's a compliment."
"Liar," Kyuhyun says huffily. He points at the screen. "He looks like a sentient seasick tangerine."
Zhou Mi scrunches up his face in thought. "I like sentient seasick tangerines?"
"Yeah, well," Kyuhyun says snidely, waggling his phone between his fingers, "I just paged their home planet and sentient seasick tangerines don't like you."
Ever mature, Zhou Mi throws the remote at Kyuhyun's face, and he catches it. "Hey, thanks," he says brightly. He points the remote at the screen, fully intending to let both of them out of their misery.
"Wait," Zhou Mi says suddenly, his hand shooting out from nowhere and stopping Kyuhyun from pressing any buttons. His palm is cool, which surprises Kyuhyun because he'd kind of figured that Zhou Mi the Human Sunbeam would at least be room temperature, which at the moment is something approaching nine hundred degrees. "Wait, I have to see what happens." The hand that doesn't have a death grip on Kyuhyun's fingers is now white-knuckled, pressed against his chin. Onscreen, Tortured Male Lead's Girlfriend is sobbing somewhat hysterically.
"I don't believe you," Kyuhyun groans. "Isn't it obvious what happens? I bet you a week's worth of shaved ice that he jumps off some tall precipice by the end of the episode. Bonus ice cream if she does it too." He wrestles and tickles his way out of Zhou Mi's iron grip, Zhou Mi's high-pitched squeal music to his overheating ears, and fishes his laptop out of his bag.
He's almost cleared the third level of some pointless shooter game he's got running on his PS emulator when a shriek from Zhou Mi prompts him to rip his headphones out of his ears.
"She jumped off their yacht into the ocean," Zhou Mi says, biting his nails and pointing at the screen. His eyes are starting to look a little leaky around the edges. "And he was so overcome by despair that he jumped with her, I can't believe it! He'd been such a jerk! Oh, Kuixian," he says, eyes shining, his lips curled ever so slightly upwards into the tiniest of smirks, "there's hope for you yet!"
"Says the girl," Kyuhyun snipes, except he's probably got a big stupid grin on his face because that seems to be happening a lot lately, and anyway, he's won the bet. "You owe me refrigerated Chinese desserts. And a fort, because terrorists captured mine while I was making sure you weren't dying of something."
Zhou Mi stretches out on the sofa, smug. "Didn't shake on it," he says.
Three seconds later he's bent over laughing, flailing, begging for mercy as Kyuhyun tickles him to within an inch of his life. "Why are you seven years old," he gasps in between long, sucking breaths. "and mean. You could have just asked."
"Too easy," Kyuhyun cackles, and they fall to the floor, Zhou Mi on his back with his legs pulled up to his chest, Kyuhyun more or less on top of him, trying to reach his ribcage.
Han Geng chooses that moment to walk in.
"Oh my God," he says. He's holding a phone in his right hand; the other has gone slack. "Kyuhyun, Heechul said you were -- I thought I might -- I don't want to know." He turns on his heel and walks dazedly off, the sound of him cursing Heechul in Korean trailing in his wake.
Zhou Mi just about dies laughing and Kyuhyun hates himself because he kind of finds it adorable. "You know, ge," he says, faux-contemplating, "I should just pretend to molest you all the time." He lets a wicked smile drift across his lips.
"Mdnjfjkmdnh," Zhou Mi says, still wheezing.
(Later at the shaved ice stand he checks his messages and Heechul's left four to the tune of KYUHYUN TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED I THINK YOU SCARRED HANKYUNG FOR LIFE and so what does seasoning look like naked anyway, I am kind of jealous?? and I OWE YOU RAMEN and fuck you, why aren't I in China, and Kyuhyun maybe doesn't hate Beijing quite so much after all.)
Title: it's always sunny where you are
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: QMi (Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi), ninja Hanchul
Rating: PG
Notes: idk what this is. I hate all the enablers on my flist. Also, new fandom! \o/ I cannot write Qmi (or anything) for shit. I hope this is okay with all of you. 1,071 words ftw.
Kyuhyun decides he hates Beijing when they get a Friday off and there is literally nothing to do because everything on TV sucks, the wireless blows and even when it does work he's got the Great Fucking Firewall of China to contend with, there are fans staked out outside their hotel armed with cameras and bags of sparkly things, and because it is so inhumanly hot that he can feel his brain not so much melting as fucking sublimating out his ears.
He's been texting Heechul and Sungmin pretty much nonstop for the past hour with things like KIBUM JUST FLEW PAST MY WINDOW and I can see your underwear and dude some hot chick just flashed me don't you wish you were in China too and RIGHT BEHIND YOU and I am so bored I am starting to find Zhou Mi attractive and hyung, fuck you, stop ignoring me but so far the only response he's managed to get from either is Awww Kyuhyunniee~ and he is really, really not in the mood.
He and Zhou Mi are sprawled on the couch, squinting at the midsize TV screen. The signal is on the weak side, the resulting images staticky and a little too green. They are watching some sort of awful Japanese drama, dubbed into Beijing-accented Chinese, and it's giving Kyuhyun a headache. The Tortured Male Lead is, as far as Kyuhyun can tell, some sort of self-absorbed salaryman college student sociopath. He is also orange, yet another casualty of the work ethic at Chinese electronics factories. At present, Tortured Male Lead is glowering angrily at someone offscreen who might also be his girlfriend, and Kyuhyun has no idea what the hell he's saying, but it sounds evil.
"He reminds me of you," Zhou Mi remarks cheekily. The ensuing smile knocks something into Kyuhyun's gut and he has to pull himself together before he speaks.
"You had better hope that's a compliment," he says, voice a touch too high. "Or I will throw you out to the fangirl wolves. And then your Baidu bar will explode with shirtless pictures of you and those incredibly stupid pants." He flicks at Zhou Mi's pink pajama bottoms, carefully avoiding Zhou Mi's leg.
Zhou Mi actually pouts a little before his lips curl into another winning smile. "Of course it's a compliment."
"Liar," Kyuhyun says huffily. He points at the screen. "He looks like a sentient seasick tangerine."
Zhou Mi scrunches up his face in thought. "I like sentient seasick tangerines?"
"Yeah, well," Kyuhyun says snidely, waggling his phone between his fingers, "I just paged their home planet and sentient seasick tangerines don't like you."
Ever mature, Zhou Mi throws the remote at Kyuhyun's face, and he catches it. "Hey, thanks," he says brightly. He points the remote at the screen, fully intending to let both of them out of their misery.
"Wait," Zhou Mi says suddenly, his hand shooting out from nowhere and stopping Kyuhyun from pressing any buttons. His palm is cool, which surprises Kyuhyun because he'd kind of figured that Zhou Mi the Human Sunbeam would at least be room temperature, which at the moment is something approaching nine hundred degrees. "Wait, I have to see what happens." The hand that doesn't have a death grip on Kyuhyun's fingers is now white-knuckled, pressed against his chin. Onscreen, Tortured Male Lead's Girlfriend is sobbing somewhat hysterically.
"I don't believe you," Kyuhyun groans. "Isn't it obvious what happens? I bet you a week's worth of shaved ice that he jumps off some tall precipice by the end of the episode. Bonus ice cream if she does it too." He wrestles and tickles his way out of Zhou Mi's iron grip, Zhou Mi's high-pitched squeal music to his overheating ears, and fishes his laptop out of his bag.
He's almost cleared the third level of some pointless shooter game he's got running on his PS emulator when a shriek from Zhou Mi prompts him to rip his headphones out of his ears.
"She jumped off their yacht into the ocean," Zhou Mi says, biting his nails and pointing at the screen. His eyes are starting to look a little leaky around the edges. "And he was so overcome by despair that he jumped with her, I can't believe it! He'd been such a jerk! Oh, Kuixian," he says, eyes shining, his lips curled ever so slightly upwards into the tiniest of smirks, "there's hope for you yet!"
"Says the girl," Kyuhyun snipes, except he's probably got a big stupid grin on his face because that seems to be happening a lot lately, and anyway, he's won the bet. "You owe me refrigerated Chinese desserts. And a fort, because terrorists captured mine while I was making sure you weren't dying of something."
Zhou Mi stretches out on the sofa, smug. "Didn't shake on it," he says.
Three seconds later he's bent over laughing, flailing, begging for mercy as Kyuhyun tickles him to within an inch of his life. "Why are you seven years old," he gasps in between long, sucking breaths. "and mean. You could have just asked."
"Too easy," Kyuhyun cackles, and they fall to the floor, Zhou Mi on his back with his legs pulled up to his chest, Kyuhyun more or less on top of him, trying to reach his ribcage.
Han Geng chooses that moment to walk in.
"Oh my God," he says. He's holding a phone in his right hand; the other has gone slack. "Kyuhyun, Heechul said you were -- I thought I might -- I don't want to know." He turns on his heel and walks dazedly off, the sound of him cursing Heechul in Korean trailing in his wake.
Zhou Mi just about dies laughing and Kyuhyun hates himself because he kind of finds it adorable. "You know, ge," he says, faux-contemplating, "I should just pretend to molest you all the time." He lets a wicked smile drift across his lips.
"Mdnjfjkmdnh," Zhou Mi says, still wheezing.
(Later at the shaved ice stand he checks his messages and Heechul's left four to the tune of KYUHYUN TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED I THINK YOU SCARRED HANKYUNG FOR LIFE and so what does seasoning look like naked anyway, I am kind of jealous?? and I OWE YOU RAMEN and fuck you, why aren't I in China, and Kyuhyun maybe doesn't hate Beijing quite so much after all.)