super junior m | holiday drabbles and shortfic, part three
More archiving from my formspring.me (speaking of which, if you have the link, prompts are open ♥). These are now... Chinese New Year drabbles. =3= May have edited a few really egregious faults but this is basically how they were posted originally.
Prompt: Kyuhyun's hips don't lie
This was written a while ago and I no longer agree with like any of the characterizations sooooo yeah. Feel free to skip it. OT4-ish.
"Good God," Heechul says, "he's a terrible dancer. I mean, he's hot, but he's a terrible dancer. What is he doi-- why is-- I don't -- you know what, fuck this, I am going to stage an intervention, because what the fuck is he, fourteen? Don't answer that."
Zhou Mi grabs his arm. "Wait," he says.
Heechul looks at him incredulously. "First of all, Seasoning, let go of my arm."
Zhou Mi lets go, still staring in the terrible dancer's general direction. His eyes have suddenly gone very, very wide.
"Second of all, what is your problem?"
"That," Zhou Mi says, strangled. "Him," he corrects. "Him. Um."
"What? Seasoning, coherence is impor--" Heechul turns around, spies Hankyung. With their choreographically-challenged friend. "Oh."
"Oh," Zhou Mi echoes.
"Oh. Oh my God."
"Yeah," Zhou Mi says, with feeling, and then Hankyung is walking over to them, eyecandy on his arm.
"This is Kyuhyun," Hankyung says, casual and smooth, like he /hasn't/ just dropped eleven thirteen-ton anvils on Zhou Mi and Heechul's heads.
"Oh," Heechul says, grinning like the cat that caught the canary. He tugs Hankyung over, snaking an arm around his shoulders. "You did good."
"Hi?" Kyuhyun says. In his slightly inebriated and somewhat logically incapacitated state, it sounds to Zhou Mi like choirs of angels, and he turns into mush on the spot.
"Hi," he says, his voice unusually high. "I'm Zhou Mi?" The 'I think?' goes unspoken, hangs in the air between the four of them, and Heechul is apparently finding it hilarious.
"Ignore Seasoning, bad dancing makes him inept," Heechul says smoothly. "Kim Heechul."
Kyuhyun ignores him. "Seasoning?" he mouths at Zhou Mi, who is too busy staring at Kyuhyun's mouth to process anything coming out of it.
Hankyung saves the day. "I told him I'd buy him a drink, but he seems to like you a little better," he says to Zhou Mi, smirking. "Maybe you could take care of that?"
"Oh, please," Heechul scoffs. "I don't think he has brain enough to find his wallet right now." A conspiratorial lean in Kyuhyun's direction. "It's in his back pocket."
"Hyung! I am perfectly capable o--aargh!"
Kyuhyun is staring at his wallet, flipping it around in his hands. Zhou Mi's brain is still stuck on the part where Kyuhyun's hand was on his ass, which he thinks should be a pretty significant part of the discussion but is apparently being ignored in favor of his stupid, stupid wallet. Cruel world. "Why is it pink?"
"It was a birthday gift from my mom," Zhou Mi says miserably.
"Oh," Kyuhyun says, and the corner of his lips twitch, like he wants to laugh but won't to spare Zhou Mi any further embarrassment. And then he looks away.
"So about that drink!" Zhou Mi says, his voice still an octave too high. He wrestles his wallet out of Kyuhyun's terribly attractive hands. "What are you having?"
"Uh," Kyuhyun says.
A loud groan from Heechul cleaves the awkward silence in two. "Watching you two is like, I don't know, babysitting preschoolers," he says. "Will you make out already?"
"We just met, though?" Zhou Mi says, totally earnest. "I mean, wouldn't that be a little straeeemmph!"
"Okay," Heechul says appreciatively at Kyuhyun, while Hankyung hangs off his shoulder laughing his ass off. "I definitely like you better than Seasoning."
Prompt: Kyuhyun loses his voice.
It's not an uncommon thing, idols being too sick to sing. Han Geng uses that excuse every time they have to sing live. Even if he is perfectly capable of talking. "I have a head cold," he'll say.
("The vocal cords are two little flaps in your throat," Kyuhyun complains to anyone who will listen -- namely, Zhou Mi. "Having a head cold and singing well are not mutually exclusive.")
Zhou Mi obviously relays this to Han Geng, because "I have se-selectively functioning vocal cords," becomes Han Geng's new excuse du jour. Kyuhyun suspects he nicked it off Heechul, because "selectively" and "functioning" aren't really typical of Han Geng's vocabulary.
(Kyuhyun retaliates by imitating Han Geng and his selectively malfunctioning vocal cords on a taped interview.)
So when Kyuhyun loses his voice, really loses his voice, Han Geng teases him about seretcibely puncteeeoning focal codes for what may as well be hours, while Siwon smiles indulgently at Han Geng's retarded Korean and Zhou Mi sits there laughing his bony little ass off at Kyuhyun's inability to fight back.
Eventually Kyuhyun just pouts at them, which makes Zhou Mi laugh even harder, gasping and curling in on himself. Siwon reaches over and pinches Kyuhyun's cheeks before he can dodge his hands, and Han Geng glares at him in a perfectly exasperated but vaguely indulgent "I can see straight through your bullshit but am going to let you off because you are cute" sort of way.
Matter settled (and subject appropriately derailed), Kyuhyun glowers at the three of them and turns up the volume on Starcraft.
Prompt: QMi behind the scenes of the Super Girl making-of
1.
"Wow," Henry says in Chinese, "your stylists really hate you."
Zhou Mi eyes him oddly. "You think so? Why?"
Henry's face takes on that expression he always wears when there's something he wants to say but can't because he's the youngest. He looks meaningfully at Zhou Mi's jeans, the boots that are bigger than any of their heads. And then he hikes his thumb toward Kyuhyun, who's wearing a T-shirt, black pants, plastic sunglasses, a horrific hat, a turquoise feather boa, and boxing gloves.
"Oh," Zhou Mi says, chuckling, "That wasn't the stylists. I think Kuixian added the boxing gloves himself. And I think the outfit looks cute! It's very, um. Youthful!"
Henry just stares at him, like, Really? Really? Did those words really just come out of your mouth? But of course they did. It's Zhou Mi, and it's Kyuhyun, and nothing either of them does ever makes a lick of sense. Licking. God. He throws up his arms. "Cute? Seriously? I give up, ge," he says. "Really. Please never go to a house party."
Zhou Mi tickles his nose with a yellow party favor.
Henry just stares at him some more.
Two seconds later, Kyuhyun punches him in the back.
"I am so abused," Henry wails.
2.
Zhou Mi finds Kyuhyun curled on a folding chair in one of the studios. He snorts quietly to himself, then pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. Dials a number. "Hey, Han Geng ge? I found him, but he looks fast asleep. I'll carry him back or something, okay?"
Han Geng sounds mildly put out. "Well, we start filming soon. You could just wake him up."
"No way," Zhou Mi says. "I'm not waking him up, you wake him up." He hangs up, slips his phone into his back pocket, and approaches the lump on the chair.
Kyuhyun shifts, evidently not asleep. "I'm tired," he mumbles.
"Aw," Zhou Mi says, crooning, "I know." He pats Kyuhyun's head. "Doze for a few more minutes, okay?"
"Thought you told Hankyung hyung that you were carrying me back?"
Zhou Mi sighs dramatically. "Yeah, well, the thing about being Chinese in a foreign country is that, you know, you can't read any of the signs, and sometimes you get so lost, and it would've wounded my pride to wake Kuixian up and ask him for directions, so it took a little longer than I thought..." He trails off, grinning.
Kyuhyun laughs.
Prompt: Buying a laptop, recycling, ponies, Capri-Sun.
"Ooh," Zhou Mi says at his screen. "iPad!"
"NO," Kyuhyun shrieks, rocketing halfway across the room. His skull connects with Zhou Mi's spine. With a pained yelp, Zhou Mi turns to glare at him, one hand massaging his neck.
"I thought you were watching one of your historical dramas? With both your earbuds in... because you don't like the sound of my typing?" He peers at Kyuhyun suspiciously. "How'd you hear that?"
Kyuhyun waves him off. "I paused it to get something to drink." He points at the pouch on his desk. "See? You want one? I got two. Strawberry kiwi. Don't you like that?"
Zhou Mi cranes his neck to look around Kyuhyun and winces when a ray of sunlight reflects off the pouch and stabs him in the eye. "No, thank you. You can't recycle those."
"They're unrecyclable regardless of who drinks them," Kyuhyun counters. "Stop looking at me like that. I didn't buy them, the manager did."
Zhou Mi sighs. "It's the principle of it." He clicks through a few more pages of the online catalog, humming a song off the company's latest demo tape.
Kyuhyun shrugs. "Suit yourself. Anyway, iPads. No." He looks at the screen. "Why are you even looking at netbooks? Your hands are too big for the keyboards."
"My friend wanted a second opinion," Zhou Mi says absently, clicking a few more links. "I told her the iPad looked shiny."
"Butcher knives are shiny," Kyuhyun muses. "And so is Heechul hyung's hair. But I bet you wouldn't compute with either."
Zhou Mi turns and gives him a dark look. "Can you go watch your drama now?"
"Laptop shopping, or bearded men riding around on ponies? No brainer," Kyuhyun says. He rests his elbows on Zhou Mi's shoulders. "Eee PC? Seriously?"
"It's cute," Zhou Mi says. "Netbooks are supposed to be cute!"
"Eeeeeeeeee," Kyuhyun says, showing all of his teeth.
Zhou Mi can't see how ridiculous Kyuhyun looks but laughs anyway. "You are a child," he says. He draws up an MSN window, types something rapidly in Chinese.
Kyuhyun is about to say something huffy in reply when someone knocks on the door. He immediately withdraws his elbows and strides to the door, pulling it open a crack.
It's Donghae. "We're meeting out front in five minutes," he says. "There's a pretty sizable crowd, just a heads up."
"Thanks, hyung," Kyuhyun says. He shuts the door, then walks over and pokes Zhou Mi's head. "Playtime's over."
Zhou Mi swats at his hand. "I heard." He shuts his laptop, getting up to gather his things. "Hey," he says, noticing, "Your juice."
"I'll finish it when I get back," Kyuhyun says, stuffing his iPhone into his bag.
"No, you won't." Zhou Mi sighs. "Henry will."
Kyuhyun shrugs. "Someone's gonna drink it." He claps a hand on Zhou Mi's shoulder. "And then no one is going to recycle it!" Then he leans in close to talk into Zhou Mi's ear. "Because you can't." He sidesteps Zhou Mi's poke to the ribs and careens toward the door, laughing.
"Child," Zhou Mi repeats, shaking his head and stamping his feet into his sneakers. He watches as Kyuhyun tugs his shoes on with one hand and stuffs headphones into his ears with the other. The right earbud keeps falling back out, and with a snort of laughter Zhou Mi reaches over and fixes it as Kyuhyun yanks the door open.
"Thanks," Kyuhyun mumbles.
"Anytime," Zhou Mi replies.
And then he pushes him out the door.
Prompt: Kyuhyun's hips don't lie
This was written a while ago and I no longer agree with like any of the characterizations sooooo yeah. Feel free to skip it. OT4-ish.
"Good God," Heechul says, "he's a terrible dancer. I mean, he's hot, but he's a terrible dancer. What is he doi-- why is-- I don't -- you know what, fuck this, I am going to stage an intervention, because what the fuck is he, fourteen? Don't answer that."
Zhou Mi grabs his arm. "Wait," he says.
Heechul looks at him incredulously. "First of all, Seasoning, let go of my arm."
Zhou Mi lets go, still staring in the terrible dancer's general direction. His eyes have suddenly gone very, very wide.
"Second of all, what is your problem?"
"That," Zhou Mi says, strangled. "Him," he corrects. "Him. Um."
"What? Seasoning, coherence is impor--" Heechul turns around, spies Hankyung. With their choreographically-challenged friend. "Oh."
"Oh," Zhou Mi echoes.
"Oh. Oh my God."
"Yeah," Zhou Mi says, with feeling, and then Hankyung is walking over to them, eyecandy on his arm.
"This is Kyuhyun," Hankyung says, casual and smooth, like he /hasn't/ just dropped eleven thirteen-ton anvils on Zhou Mi and Heechul's heads.
"Oh," Heechul says, grinning like the cat that caught the canary. He tugs Hankyung over, snaking an arm around his shoulders. "You did good."
"Hi?" Kyuhyun says. In his slightly inebriated and somewhat logically incapacitated state, it sounds to Zhou Mi like choirs of angels, and he turns into mush on the spot.
"Hi," he says, his voice unusually high. "I'm Zhou Mi?" The 'I think?' goes unspoken, hangs in the air between the four of them, and Heechul is apparently finding it hilarious.
"Ignore Seasoning, bad dancing makes him inept," Heechul says smoothly. "Kim Heechul."
Kyuhyun ignores him. "Seasoning?" he mouths at Zhou Mi, who is too busy staring at Kyuhyun's mouth to process anything coming out of it.
Hankyung saves the day. "I told him I'd buy him a drink, but he seems to like you a little better," he says to Zhou Mi, smirking. "Maybe you could take care of that?"
"Oh, please," Heechul scoffs. "I don't think he has brain enough to find his wallet right now." A conspiratorial lean in Kyuhyun's direction. "It's in his back pocket."
"Hyung! I am perfectly capable o--aargh!"
Kyuhyun is staring at his wallet, flipping it around in his hands. Zhou Mi's brain is still stuck on the part where Kyuhyun's hand was on his ass, which he thinks should be a pretty significant part of the discussion but is apparently being ignored in favor of his stupid, stupid wallet. Cruel world. "Why is it pink?"
"It was a birthday gift from my mom," Zhou Mi says miserably.
"Oh," Kyuhyun says, and the corner of his lips twitch, like he wants to laugh but won't to spare Zhou Mi any further embarrassment. And then he looks away.
"So about that drink!" Zhou Mi says, his voice still an octave too high. He wrestles his wallet out of Kyuhyun's terribly attractive hands. "What are you having?"
"Uh," Kyuhyun says.
A loud groan from Heechul cleaves the awkward silence in two. "Watching you two is like, I don't know, babysitting preschoolers," he says. "Will you make out already?"
"We just met, though?" Zhou Mi says, totally earnest. "I mean, wouldn't that be a little straeeemmph!"
"Okay," Heechul says appreciatively at Kyuhyun, while Hankyung hangs off his shoulder laughing his ass off. "I definitely like you better than Seasoning."
Prompt: Kyuhyun loses his voice.
It's not an uncommon thing, idols being too sick to sing. Han Geng uses that excuse every time they have to sing live. Even if he is perfectly capable of talking. "I have a head cold," he'll say.
("The vocal cords are two little flaps in your throat," Kyuhyun complains to anyone who will listen -- namely, Zhou Mi. "Having a head cold and singing well are not mutually exclusive.")
Zhou Mi obviously relays this to Han Geng, because "I have se-selectively functioning vocal cords," becomes Han Geng's new excuse du jour. Kyuhyun suspects he nicked it off Heechul, because "selectively" and "functioning" aren't really typical of Han Geng's vocabulary.
(Kyuhyun retaliates by imitating Han Geng and his selectively malfunctioning vocal cords on a taped interview.)
So when Kyuhyun loses his voice, really loses his voice, Han Geng teases him about seretcibely puncteeeoning focal codes for what may as well be hours, while Siwon smiles indulgently at Han Geng's retarded Korean and Zhou Mi sits there laughing his bony little ass off at Kyuhyun's inability to fight back.
Eventually Kyuhyun just pouts at them, which makes Zhou Mi laugh even harder, gasping and curling in on himself. Siwon reaches over and pinches Kyuhyun's cheeks before he can dodge his hands, and Han Geng glares at him in a perfectly exasperated but vaguely indulgent "I can see straight through your bullshit but am going to let you off because you are cute" sort of way.
Matter settled (and subject appropriately derailed), Kyuhyun glowers at the three of them and turns up the volume on Starcraft.
Prompt: QMi behind the scenes of the Super Girl making-of
1.
"Wow," Henry says in Chinese, "your stylists really hate you."
Zhou Mi eyes him oddly. "You think so? Why?"
Henry's face takes on that expression he always wears when there's something he wants to say but can't because he's the youngest. He looks meaningfully at Zhou Mi's jeans, the boots that are bigger than any of their heads. And then he hikes his thumb toward Kyuhyun, who's wearing a T-shirt, black pants, plastic sunglasses, a horrific hat, a turquoise feather boa, and boxing gloves.
"Oh," Zhou Mi says, chuckling, "That wasn't the stylists. I think Kuixian added the boxing gloves himself. And I think the outfit looks cute! It's very, um. Youthful!"
Henry just stares at him, like, Really? Really? Did those words really just come out of your mouth? But of course they did. It's Zhou Mi, and it's Kyuhyun, and nothing either of them does ever makes a lick of sense. Licking. God. He throws up his arms. "Cute? Seriously? I give up, ge," he says. "Really. Please never go to a house party."
Zhou Mi tickles his nose with a yellow party favor.
Henry just stares at him some more.
Two seconds later, Kyuhyun punches him in the back.
"I am so abused," Henry wails.
2.
Zhou Mi finds Kyuhyun curled on a folding chair in one of the studios. He snorts quietly to himself, then pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. Dials a number. "Hey, Han Geng ge? I found him, but he looks fast asleep. I'll carry him back or something, okay?"
Han Geng sounds mildly put out. "Well, we start filming soon. You could just wake him up."
"No way," Zhou Mi says. "I'm not waking him up, you wake him up." He hangs up, slips his phone into his back pocket, and approaches the lump on the chair.
Kyuhyun shifts, evidently not asleep. "I'm tired," he mumbles.
"Aw," Zhou Mi says, crooning, "I know." He pats Kyuhyun's head. "Doze for a few more minutes, okay?"
"Thought you told Hankyung hyung that you were carrying me back?"
Zhou Mi sighs dramatically. "Yeah, well, the thing about being Chinese in a foreign country is that, you know, you can't read any of the signs, and sometimes you get so lost, and it would've wounded my pride to wake Kuixian up and ask him for directions, so it took a little longer than I thought..." He trails off, grinning.
Kyuhyun laughs.
Prompt: Buying a laptop, recycling, ponies, Capri-Sun.
"Ooh," Zhou Mi says at his screen. "iPad!"
"NO," Kyuhyun shrieks, rocketing halfway across the room. His skull connects with Zhou Mi's spine. With a pained yelp, Zhou Mi turns to glare at him, one hand massaging his neck.
"I thought you were watching one of your historical dramas? With both your earbuds in... because you don't like the sound of my typing?" He peers at Kyuhyun suspiciously. "How'd you hear that?"
Kyuhyun waves him off. "I paused it to get something to drink." He points at the pouch on his desk. "See? You want one? I got two. Strawberry kiwi. Don't you like that?"
Zhou Mi cranes his neck to look around Kyuhyun and winces when a ray of sunlight reflects off the pouch and stabs him in the eye. "No, thank you. You can't recycle those."
"They're unrecyclable regardless of who drinks them," Kyuhyun counters. "Stop looking at me like that. I didn't buy them, the manager did."
Zhou Mi sighs. "It's the principle of it." He clicks through a few more pages of the online catalog, humming a song off the company's latest demo tape.
Kyuhyun shrugs. "Suit yourself. Anyway, iPads. No." He looks at the screen. "Why are you even looking at netbooks? Your hands are too big for the keyboards."
"My friend wanted a second opinion," Zhou Mi says absently, clicking a few more links. "I told her the iPad looked shiny."
"Butcher knives are shiny," Kyuhyun muses. "And so is Heechul hyung's hair. But I bet you wouldn't compute with either."
Zhou Mi turns and gives him a dark look. "Can you go watch your drama now?"
"Laptop shopping, or bearded men riding around on ponies? No brainer," Kyuhyun says. He rests his elbows on Zhou Mi's shoulders. "Eee PC? Seriously?"
"It's cute," Zhou Mi says. "Netbooks are supposed to be cute!"
"Eeeeeeeeee," Kyuhyun says, showing all of his teeth.
Zhou Mi can't see how ridiculous Kyuhyun looks but laughs anyway. "You are a child," he says. He draws up an MSN window, types something rapidly in Chinese.
Kyuhyun is about to say something huffy in reply when someone knocks on the door. He immediately withdraws his elbows and strides to the door, pulling it open a crack.
It's Donghae. "We're meeting out front in five minutes," he says. "There's a pretty sizable crowd, just a heads up."
"Thanks, hyung," Kyuhyun says. He shuts the door, then walks over and pokes Zhou Mi's head. "Playtime's over."
Zhou Mi swats at his hand. "I heard." He shuts his laptop, getting up to gather his things. "Hey," he says, noticing, "Your juice."
"I'll finish it when I get back," Kyuhyun says, stuffing his iPhone into his bag.
"No, you won't." Zhou Mi sighs. "Henry will."
Kyuhyun shrugs. "Someone's gonna drink it." He claps a hand on Zhou Mi's shoulder. "And then no one is going to recycle it!" Then he leans in close to talk into Zhou Mi's ear. "Because you can't." He sidesteps Zhou Mi's poke to the ribs and careens toward the door, laughing.
"Child," Zhou Mi repeats, shaking his head and stamping his feet into his sneakers. He watches as Kyuhyun tugs his shoes on with one hand and stuffs headphones into his ears with the other. The right earbud keeps falling back out, and with a snort of laughter Zhou Mi reaches over and fixes it as Kyuhyun yanks the door open.
"Thanks," Kyuhyun mumbles.
"Anytime," Zhou Mi replies.
And then he pushes him out the door.