super junior | holiday drabbles and shortfic, part one
I have no idea how many of these I'll end up writing. It depends on how many of my darling flisters/twitterpeople prompt me, lol + how many harebrained ideas I get myself. Posting in batches of five. Procrastinating finals? Me? Never!
For sixpersimmons; prompt, Kyuhyun being possessive. QMi. We were chatting at some ungodly hour in the morning and she drew me QMi and then asked for this and how do you say no to that, huh? (psssst draw more QMi :|)
Oh, and when I said ungodly hour in the morning, I meant ungodly, and I haven't edited these first two at all since then :D
1.
There are fans everywhere, clamoring for autographs and photos and attention; Kyuhyun is used to the flurry and the adoration but Zhou Mi is not. Taiwan has turned Zhou Mi, who is used to silence and mild applause and hushed whispers, into a swirly, soul-sucking vortex of happy smiles, wavy hands, and expressive arms, and a tiny, miniscule, desperately insignificant part of his selfish, selfish mind can't help but want the old Zhou Mi back, the one that flailed only in secret, only for Kyuhyun.
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Note: This next one is set in kick me, and other romantic overtures-verse because I have no capacity for world-building on short notice. QMi + random SHINee.
2.
Kyuhyun first realizes that he is totally, utterly, and completely gone when he sees Zhou Mi in their retardedly small kitchen, talking and laughing and being stupidly adorable with some scrawny kid with a cartoon face, and his first thought isn't "shit, I hope he doesn't try to introduce me," like normal, undiseased Kyuhyun, but rather "but that's my chair?" followed by "what the fuck," and concluding with, "away, scrawny mortal, mine." His brain has never been particularly eloquent.
The kid gets up when he sees Kyuhyun hovering by the door and bows, a little awkwardly, but when he stands upright Kyuhyun notices that he's got the biggest, dumbest smile he's ever seen, which is saying a lot, because Kyuhyun lives with Zhou Mi.
You look like a Muppet, Kyuhyun's brain observes, and his lips quirk up ever so slightly.
Zhou Mi turns slightly in his chair, and Kyuhyun notes with irritation that his cheeks are flushed. "Kuixian," he says warmly, and then, "you're back early. Sorry, Onew and I were at the gym, and he lost his keys, so I thought I'd let him take a breather and maybe have some snacks while waiting for his suitemates to swing by and pick him up." He pats the chair to his left. "Want to join?"
That's not my chair, his brain protests. That's the chair we chuck groceries on. "No thanks," he says, as nastily as possible. "But that was a good idea, he does look kind of undernourished. I'll leave you two to it." He turns on his heel and marches into his room, slams the door shut, and starts a new Starcraft campaign, fuming.
Later, after Zhou Mi sends Onew off with the noisiest and most obnoxious gaggle of fourteen year old girls Kyuhyun has ever eavesdropped on, Zhou Mi finds his room pitch-dark, a Kyuhyun-shaped lump on the bed, all five monitors running stock market tickers. "Kuixian," he says uncertainly, "are you okay? Did something happen?"
"He looked like a Muppet," Kyuhyun gripes, and before Zhou Mi can react Kyuhyun grabs his hand and yanks him onto the bed.
"Gym," Zhou Mi squeaks, "I, um, gym, sweat, really not so great to be around, shower? Gym," he repeats helplessly.
"Don't care," Kyuhyun says, and the next words out of Zhou Mi's mouth really aren't words at all.
Also for sixpersimmons, prompt: desserts. Originally posted on formspring. QMi.
3.
Kyuhyun stares at the plate. "What is this," he chokes out. "It looks like congealed brain."
Zhou Mi's expression doesn't appear to be any less confused. "Pudding?" he says. "I think?"
"Pudding," Henry confirms brightly. He looks ridiculously happy, probably because he is the only literate person in the group for once. Somehow they'd convinced their managers to let them do a fanmeeting in the UK, though Kyuhyun's stomach is starting to regret the decision. A lot. Pudding was supposed to come in little plastic containers with cartoon characters printed on the wrapping, not swim menacingly with cherries and melting ice cream in a plate.
Zhou Mi pats his head. "It's okay," he says. "I'll find you real pudding later."
"With what language skills," Kyuhyun groans.
Henry's grin now looks positively evil, and Kyuhyun swears he's going to learn Swahili and then drag them to Africa so he can order Henry crushed cockroaches. And maybe get Zhou Mi a tan.
For someone on formspring, prompt: Heechul as leader of Suju. This was supposed to be lighthearted and funny. And... yeah, no.
4.
Heechul tries calling a press conference when the news breaks, but management gets wind of it two hours before and cordons off the area with more red tape and burly security officers than even Heechul can cross.
So he waits, none too patiently. He posts pictures of himself and Zhou Mi on his cyworld, followed by a proud little recording he sneaks of Henry practicing his violin into the wee hours of the morning. He bitches netizens out on fan forums and after his 36th consecutive hour of raging onto his keyboard, Hankyung drags him away from his computer, chucks him onto his bed, and sits on him and sings lousy Chinese lullabies until he sleeps, fitful and furious.
When he wakes, it's three days after the announcement first came out, and he knows if he doesn't say something now, he'll hate himself for the rest of his life, doubly so every time Hankyung tells him Zhou Mi's been reading fan blogs again, and triple that when he catches Henry in one of the communal spaces, violin at his side, staring blankly at his hands.
So he slips robotically into the makeup room, tuning out the chatter of his bandmates around him, ignores Hankyung's hand on his shoulder. He listens without listening to his manager's instructions, says "yes" at all the right moments, so fucking well-behaved that if management had removed their heads from their asses for one lousy second they might have noticed the storm brewing in his heart.
When Super Junior goes up to accept the netizens' award, Heechul is ready. He smiles, all teeth and quiet fury, and starts to say what he's been dying to say for days, ever since he first found Hankyung slumped in his room, awash with guilt and fighting tears; and to his left, Leeteuk's carefully schooled expression dissipates in a flash in horror and his jaw goes slack, the others members' expressions melting into something like wonder -- and when E.L.F. all but splits in two in a mess of confusion and shame, when Lee Soo Man says, "Kim Heechul-sshi," his voice all snarls and disappointment, when Leeteuk takes over the group, Heechul curls his fists and thinks of Henry's ridiculous chipmunk cheeks, Zhou Mi's smile, and Hankyung's barely contained excitement, and knows it was all worth it.
For someone else on formspring, prompt: "CHILDREN 8DD" Erm. QMi again.
5.
Kyuhyun's heart kind of skips a beat the first time he sees Zhou Mi hoist the little boy into the air, his laughter ringing through the air like so many bells, which is ridiculous, because (a) he doesn't have ovaries, and (b) they're taping a variety show, for heaven's sake.
He decides right then that Someone Up There is still upset about what he said last week when he got distracted by Zhou Mi walking around in shorts, forgot to send a probe in for vespene gas, and consequently lost a crucial battle against BigBruiser, one of his biggest ever Starcraft rivals. There is no other explanation for why he's staring at Zhou Mi with a stupid grin on his face while a fucking camera records the entire embarrassing exchange from all four angles.
He hastily redirects his grin to a floppy-haired boy to his right, ostensibly dressed as Siwon. "Hello," he says, in halting Mandarin. "What's your name?"
The kid looks up, grins widely, and says "Hi, Guixian gege! I'm Xiaoyu."
Kyuhyun raises his right hand. "Give me five," he says, and Xiaoyu happily obliges. He laughs, then, sincere and joyful, and when he ruffles the kid's hair and straightens he notices Zhou Mi's eyes on him, wide and pleased.
Kyuhyun grins at him, waves at the kid still perched on his shoulder, and the camera eats it all up.
As do about a billion fangirls, which Kyuhyun finds out the hard way when Henry prints out a photo of Kyuhyun's stupid soppy face, from what is apparently Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi's joint Baidu bar, and posts it on their dorm refrigerator with all the subtlety and finesse of a giant lake monster. Donghae spends the better part of his day cooing at it, and Kyuhyun spends the better part of his trying to get Zhou Mi's smile out of his head, and BigBruiser to agree to a rematch.
For sixpersimmons; prompt, Kyuhyun being possessive. QMi. We were chatting at some ungodly hour in the morning and she drew me QMi and then asked for this and how do you say no to that, huh? (psssst draw more QMi :|)
Oh, and when I said ungodly hour in the morning, I meant ungodly, and I haven't edited these first two at all since then :D
1.
There are fans everywhere, clamoring for autographs and photos and attention; Kyuhyun is used to the flurry and the adoration but Zhou Mi is not. Taiwan has turned Zhou Mi, who is used to silence and mild applause and hushed whispers, into a swirly, soul-sucking vortex of happy smiles, wavy hands, and expressive arms, and a tiny, miniscule, desperately insignificant part of his selfish, selfish mind can't help but want the old Zhou Mi back, the one that flailed only in secret, only for Kyuhyun.
--
Note: This next one is set in kick me, and other romantic overtures-verse because I have no capacity for world-building on short notice. QMi + random SHINee.
2.
Kyuhyun first realizes that he is totally, utterly, and completely gone when he sees Zhou Mi in their retardedly small kitchen, talking and laughing and being stupidly adorable with some scrawny kid with a cartoon face, and his first thought isn't "shit, I hope he doesn't try to introduce me," like normal, undiseased Kyuhyun, but rather "but that's my chair?" followed by "what the fuck," and concluding with, "away, scrawny mortal, mine." His brain has never been particularly eloquent.
The kid gets up when he sees Kyuhyun hovering by the door and bows, a little awkwardly, but when he stands upright Kyuhyun notices that he's got the biggest, dumbest smile he's ever seen, which is saying a lot, because Kyuhyun lives with Zhou Mi.
You look like a Muppet, Kyuhyun's brain observes, and his lips quirk up ever so slightly.
Zhou Mi turns slightly in his chair, and Kyuhyun notes with irritation that his cheeks are flushed. "Kuixian," he says warmly, and then, "you're back early. Sorry, Onew and I were at the gym, and he lost his keys, so I thought I'd let him take a breather and maybe have some snacks while waiting for his suitemates to swing by and pick him up." He pats the chair to his left. "Want to join?"
That's not my chair, his brain protests. That's the chair we chuck groceries on. "No thanks," he says, as nastily as possible. "But that was a good idea, he does look kind of undernourished. I'll leave you two to it." He turns on his heel and marches into his room, slams the door shut, and starts a new Starcraft campaign, fuming.
Later, after Zhou Mi sends Onew off with the noisiest and most obnoxious gaggle of fourteen year old girls Kyuhyun has ever eavesdropped on, Zhou Mi finds his room pitch-dark, a Kyuhyun-shaped lump on the bed, all five monitors running stock market tickers. "Kuixian," he says uncertainly, "are you okay? Did something happen?"
"He looked like a Muppet," Kyuhyun gripes, and before Zhou Mi can react Kyuhyun grabs his hand and yanks him onto the bed.
"Gym," Zhou Mi squeaks, "I, um, gym, sweat, really not so great to be around, shower? Gym," he repeats helplessly.
"Don't care," Kyuhyun says, and the next words out of Zhou Mi's mouth really aren't words at all.
Also for sixpersimmons, prompt: desserts. Originally posted on formspring. QMi.
3.
Kyuhyun stares at the plate. "What is this," he chokes out. "It looks like congealed brain."
Zhou Mi's expression doesn't appear to be any less confused. "Pudding?" he says. "I think?"
"Pudding," Henry confirms brightly. He looks ridiculously happy, probably because he is the only literate person in the group for once. Somehow they'd convinced their managers to let them do a fanmeeting in the UK, though Kyuhyun's stomach is starting to regret the decision. A lot. Pudding was supposed to come in little plastic containers with cartoon characters printed on the wrapping, not swim menacingly with cherries and melting ice cream in a plate.
Zhou Mi pats his head. "It's okay," he says. "I'll find you real pudding later."
"With what language skills," Kyuhyun groans.
Henry's grin now looks positively evil, and Kyuhyun swears he's going to learn Swahili and then drag them to Africa so he can order Henry crushed cockroaches. And maybe get Zhou Mi a tan.
For someone on formspring, prompt: Heechul as leader of Suju. This was supposed to be lighthearted and funny. And... yeah, no.
4.
Heechul tries calling a press conference when the news breaks, but management gets wind of it two hours before and cordons off the area with more red tape and burly security officers than even Heechul can cross.
So he waits, none too patiently. He posts pictures of himself and Zhou Mi on his cyworld, followed by a proud little recording he sneaks of Henry practicing his violin into the wee hours of the morning. He bitches netizens out on fan forums and after his 36th consecutive hour of raging onto his keyboard, Hankyung drags him away from his computer, chucks him onto his bed, and sits on him and sings lousy Chinese lullabies until he sleeps, fitful and furious.
When he wakes, it's three days after the announcement first came out, and he knows if he doesn't say something now, he'll hate himself for the rest of his life, doubly so every time Hankyung tells him Zhou Mi's been reading fan blogs again, and triple that when he catches Henry in one of the communal spaces, violin at his side, staring blankly at his hands.
So he slips robotically into the makeup room, tuning out the chatter of his bandmates around him, ignores Hankyung's hand on his shoulder. He listens without listening to his manager's instructions, says "yes" at all the right moments, so fucking well-behaved that if management had removed their heads from their asses for one lousy second they might have noticed the storm brewing in his heart.
When Super Junior goes up to accept the netizens' award, Heechul is ready. He smiles, all teeth and quiet fury, and starts to say what he's been dying to say for days, ever since he first found Hankyung slumped in his room, awash with guilt and fighting tears; and to his left, Leeteuk's carefully schooled expression dissipates in a flash in horror and his jaw goes slack, the others members' expressions melting into something like wonder -- and when E.L.F. all but splits in two in a mess of confusion and shame, when Lee Soo Man says, "Kim Heechul-sshi," his voice all snarls and disappointment, when Leeteuk takes over the group, Heechul curls his fists and thinks of Henry's ridiculous chipmunk cheeks, Zhou Mi's smile, and Hankyung's barely contained excitement, and knows it was all worth it.
For someone else on formspring, prompt: "CHILDREN 8DD" Erm. QMi again.
5.
Kyuhyun's heart kind of skips a beat the first time he sees Zhou Mi hoist the little boy into the air, his laughter ringing through the air like so many bells, which is ridiculous, because (a) he doesn't have ovaries, and (b) they're taping a variety show, for heaven's sake.
He decides right then that Someone Up There is still upset about what he said last week when he got distracted by Zhou Mi walking around in shorts, forgot to send a probe in for vespene gas, and consequently lost a crucial battle against BigBruiser, one of his biggest ever Starcraft rivals. There is no other explanation for why he's staring at Zhou Mi with a stupid grin on his face while a fucking camera records the entire embarrassing exchange from all four angles.
He hastily redirects his grin to a floppy-haired boy to his right, ostensibly dressed as Siwon. "Hello," he says, in halting Mandarin. "What's your name?"
The kid looks up, grins widely, and says "Hi, Guixian gege! I'm Xiaoyu."
Kyuhyun raises his right hand. "Give me five," he says, and Xiaoyu happily obliges. He laughs, then, sincere and joyful, and when he ruffles the kid's hair and straightens he notices Zhou Mi's eyes on him, wide and pleased.
Kyuhyun grins at him, waves at the kid still perched on his shoulder, and the camera eats it all up.
As do about a billion fangirls, which Kyuhyun finds out the hard way when Henry prints out a photo of Kyuhyun's stupid soppy face, from what is apparently Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi's joint Baidu bar, and posts it on their dorm refrigerator with all the subtlety and finesse of a giant lake monster. Donghae spends the better part of his day cooing at it, and Kyuhyun spends the better part of his trying to get Zhou Mi's smile out of his head, and BigBruiser to agree to a rematch.