[fic] first kiss, attraction.
first kiss, attraction.
pg13 - kyumi
summary:the firsts are always the scariest, you don't know what you're getting into. little snippets of firsts that kyuhyun and zhoumi stumble through. [request by nodo]
kyuhyun is tongue-tied and speechless, numbly nodding as his vision is filled with a ridiculously wide mouth and pale hands that look like spiders.
"and zhoumi, this is kyuhyun." hankyung looks incredibly proud as he nudges zhoumi forward and kyuhyun wants to wonder who exactly he's proud of but he can't because he's watching zhoumi stride towards him and he can't take his eyes away from his legs because they're about the length of all of HIM and they don't look strong enough to hold an entire human body.
"kyu~hyun..." zhoumi's voice is just a little higher then kyuhyun would've thought and kyuhyun's heart melts at the sound of zhoumi's accent stretching his name and twisting it into something new and he's smiling because zhoumi's smiling back at him.
"it's nice to meet you, zhoumi." zhoumi's name isn't exactly smooth on kyuhyun's tongue either, but it feels familiar, like home and his mother’s cooking, and zhoumi's smile gets bigger, if it's possible.
~~~
it seems all too natural when zhoumi wrings his hands together, looks down at him with unsure eyes and leans forward and kisses him. kyuhyun thinks it's just a little scary how easy it is to wrap his hands around zhoumi's and let their mouths slide together.
"i-"
kyuhyun shakes his head and presses his mouth harder into zhoumi's. "don't ruin the moment with your horrible korean."
zhoumi's laughter is breathless; he murmurs something in chinese that doesn't ruin the moment at all.
~~~
"we're going to get caught."
zhoumi huddles down into the booth they sit at. kyuhyun has to choke back his laughter, because zhoumi looks like he's three years old with his big scarf and his ear muffs and his gloves and only his eyes showing from across the table.
"no we won't, if you stop being so obviously terrified. and shouldn't you be used to the cold?"
zhoumi sniffles and his glare isn't scary at all. "i shouldn't be used to anything. and i'm not terrified, i'm just worry. what if someone sees us?"
kyuhyun notes zhoumi's slip of grammar because he notes everything cute that zhoumi does, and leans in across the table. "are you going to ruin our first real date by wondering about fangirls? because that's really disappointing. do you regret... us?" and kyuhyun hasn't the faintest clue how to be cute, but he bites his lip and pouts and slumps back in his side of the booth.
it works amazingly, with zhoumi jerking straight up and his spider fingers shooting across the table to grab kyuhyun's hand. "i don't regret anything." his nose is red and his eyes are puffy but his mouth stretches into that smile of his and kyuhyun feels only a little guilty for tricking him.
"okay then."
the rest of the dinner includes zhoumi jumping every time a girl passes their table, kyuhyun alternating between laughter and slight frustration. but it ends without either of them exploding, and when they walk back to their hotel with their hands lightly touching and their shoulders brushing, they're both smiling.
~~~
"i have no idea-"
"neither do i, so just shut up and kiss me again."
kyuhyun likes the feeling of zhoumi's thin arms around him, likes the way zhoumi's bare thighs brush his own. he likes the feeling coiled in his stomach that something's happening that he's been waiting for; he doesn't like zhoumi's unsure touches, his hesitant eyes.
he slides his hands into zhoumi's hair, leans down to crush their mouths together. he wants this fast, his head spinning, not slow and soft because zhoumi's afraid to make the wrong touch, say the wrong thing.
"kyuhyun, i-" zhoumi pulls away and his eyes are huge and scared in a way that kyuhyun's never seen before.
"what?" kyuhyun tries very hard to look concerned as he stares down at zhoumi but zhoumi's collarbone is so pale and so fragile that it's hard to concentrate.
"i'm really scared of messing up."
kyuhyun groans. "you always mess up, but do i ever complain? no. so will you please stop worrying about stupid things and fuck me already?" he moves his hips and zhoumi gasps quietly and his hands come up and close around kyuhyun's hips. "thank you."
~~~
kyuhyun breathes harshly, his fingernails dig into his palm. he's so angry the room is starting to blur around the edges; tears are forming in the corner of his eyes. "why are you always so scared?"
zhoumi's cheeks are red, his own hands are clenched. kyuhyun's never seen zhoumi this angry before and it makes him even more angry. "why? where have you been these last few months? don't you see the websites? don't you hear them booing? of course i'm scared. i'm scared because they already hate me, what would they do if they found out?"
their dinner at the restaurant down the street, tiny and run by the same family for the last fifty years, had been filled with zhoumi's anxious glances around the room, zhoumi pulling the bill of his cap lower and lower. at first, kyuhyun had thought it cute, liked the way zhoumi's mouth was just a little tight when he smiled. but when he'd jumped and flinched when the owner's daughter asked them if they wanted more water, kyuhyun had begun to get angry.
truthfully, he wasn’t angry at zhoumi. he understood why he was so nervous. it was the fact that nothing he did could change it that made his heart break.
"don't you love me enough that it doesn't matter?" zhoumi goes still at kyuhyun's words. kyuhyun knows he's hitting low, but it doesn't stop him. "i guess you don't. i guess i'm the only one who's willing to go through anything to make this work. that's okay then. don't worry about it anymore, zhoumi. i'll just stay away from you."
kyuhyun ignores the hurt on zhoumi's face and leaves the room.
~~~
"i'm sorry."
kyuhyun stands in the doorway of the bedroom he shares with zhoumi, stares down at his feet. it's only been a week since he and zhoumi had fought, but he couldn't go through another. he wasn't too proud to apologize first, to go to zhoumi on his knees if he had to, because it felt like he was dying, watching zhoumi give half smiles and half laughs and avoid kyuhyun's eyes whenever they were in the same room.
zhoumi's hands are cold on his face. "i'm sorry too."
kyuhyun doesn't cry, but his throat chokes up, and zhoumi is as thin as ever when he hugs him. "i'm really sorry."
"me too." zhoumi pulls away just slightly and he is crying.
"you big baby." kyuhyun rubs his fingers across zhoumi's cheeks and try to catch the tiny tears. "don't cry, then you really can't complain when i call you a girl." and zhoumi sniffs, nods, buries his face in kyuhyun's hair.
"i don't want to fight again." zhoumi's voice is small and thin.
kyuhyun remembers the first time he met zhoumi, all limbs and smiles and sparkly in a way that had nothing to do with glitter or rhinestones. "i don't either." he remembers the way zhoumi had smelled like fresh soap on their first date, breathes in the exact same smell, and hopes that they'll never change.
note: i hope you like it, nodo! :D
pg13 - kyumi
summary:the firsts are always the scariest, you don't know what you're getting into. little snippets of firsts that kyuhyun and zhoumi stumble through. [request by nodo]
kyuhyun is tongue-tied and speechless, numbly nodding as his vision is filled with a ridiculously wide mouth and pale hands that look like spiders.
"and zhoumi, this is kyuhyun." hankyung looks incredibly proud as he nudges zhoumi forward and kyuhyun wants to wonder who exactly he's proud of but he can't because he's watching zhoumi stride towards him and he can't take his eyes away from his legs because they're about the length of all of HIM and they don't look strong enough to hold an entire human body.
"kyu~hyun..." zhoumi's voice is just a little higher then kyuhyun would've thought and kyuhyun's heart melts at the sound of zhoumi's accent stretching his name and twisting it into something new and he's smiling because zhoumi's smiling back at him.
"it's nice to meet you, zhoumi." zhoumi's name isn't exactly smooth on kyuhyun's tongue either, but it feels familiar, like home and his mother’s cooking, and zhoumi's smile gets bigger, if it's possible.
~~~
it seems all too natural when zhoumi wrings his hands together, looks down at him with unsure eyes and leans forward and kisses him. kyuhyun thinks it's just a little scary how easy it is to wrap his hands around zhoumi's and let their mouths slide together.
"i-"
kyuhyun shakes his head and presses his mouth harder into zhoumi's. "don't ruin the moment with your horrible korean."
zhoumi's laughter is breathless; he murmurs something in chinese that doesn't ruin the moment at all.
~~~
"we're going to get caught."
zhoumi huddles down into the booth they sit at. kyuhyun has to choke back his laughter, because zhoumi looks like he's three years old with his big scarf and his ear muffs and his gloves and only his eyes showing from across the table.
"no we won't, if you stop being so obviously terrified. and shouldn't you be used to the cold?"
zhoumi sniffles and his glare isn't scary at all. "i shouldn't be used to anything. and i'm not terrified, i'm just worry. what if someone sees us?"
kyuhyun notes zhoumi's slip of grammar because he notes everything cute that zhoumi does, and leans in across the table. "are you going to ruin our first real date by wondering about fangirls? because that's really disappointing. do you regret... us?" and kyuhyun hasn't the faintest clue how to be cute, but he bites his lip and pouts and slumps back in his side of the booth.
it works amazingly, with zhoumi jerking straight up and his spider fingers shooting across the table to grab kyuhyun's hand. "i don't regret anything." his nose is red and his eyes are puffy but his mouth stretches into that smile of his and kyuhyun feels only a little guilty for tricking him.
"okay then."
the rest of the dinner includes zhoumi jumping every time a girl passes their table, kyuhyun alternating between laughter and slight frustration. but it ends without either of them exploding, and when they walk back to their hotel with their hands lightly touching and their shoulders brushing, they're both smiling.
~~~
"i have no idea-"
"neither do i, so just shut up and kiss me again."
kyuhyun likes the feeling of zhoumi's thin arms around him, likes the way zhoumi's bare thighs brush his own. he likes the feeling coiled in his stomach that something's happening that he's been waiting for; he doesn't like zhoumi's unsure touches, his hesitant eyes.
he slides his hands into zhoumi's hair, leans down to crush their mouths together. he wants this fast, his head spinning, not slow and soft because zhoumi's afraid to make the wrong touch, say the wrong thing.
"kyuhyun, i-" zhoumi pulls away and his eyes are huge and scared in a way that kyuhyun's never seen before.
"what?" kyuhyun tries very hard to look concerned as he stares down at zhoumi but zhoumi's collarbone is so pale and so fragile that it's hard to concentrate.
"i'm really scared of messing up."
kyuhyun groans. "you always mess up, but do i ever complain? no. so will you please stop worrying about stupid things and fuck me already?" he moves his hips and zhoumi gasps quietly and his hands come up and close around kyuhyun's hips. "thank you."
~~~
kyuhyun breathes harshly, his fingernails dig into his palm. he's so angry the room is starting to blur around the edges; tears are forming in the corner of his eyes. "why are you always so scared?"
zhoumi's cheeks are red, his own hands are clenched. kyuhyun's never seen zhoumi this angry before and it makes him even more angry. "why? where have you been these last few months? don't you see the websites? don't you hear them booing? of course i'm scared. i'm scared because they already hate me, what would they do if they found out?"
their dinner at the restaurant down the street, tiny and run by the same family for the last fifty years, had been filled with zhoumi's anxious glances around the room, zhoumi pulling the bill of his cap lower and lower. at first, kyuhyun had thought it cute, liked the way zhoumi's mouth was just a little tight when he smiled. but when he'd jumped and flinched when the owner's daughter asked them if they wanted more water, kyuhyun had begun to get angry.
truthfully, he wasn’t angry at zhoumi. he understood why he was so nervous. it was the fact that nothing he did could change it that made his heart break.
"don't you love me enough that it doesn't matter?" zhoumi goes still at kyuhyun's words. kyuhyun knows he's hitting low, but it doesn't stop him. "i guess you don't. i guess i'm the only one who's willing to go through anything to make this work. that's okay then. don't worry about it anymore, zhoumi. i'll just stay away from you."
kyuhyun ignores the hurt on zhoumi's face and leaves the room.
~~~
"i'm sorry."
kyuhyun stands in the doorway of the bedroom he shares with zhoumi, stares down at his feet. it's only been a week since he and zhoumi had fought, but he couldn't go through another. he wasn't too proud to apologize first, to go to zhoumi on his knees if he had to, because it felt like he was dying, watching zhoumi give half smiles and half laughs and avoid kyuhyun's eyes whenever they were in the same room.
zhoumi's hands are cold on his face. "i'm sorry too."
kyuhyun doesn't cry, but his throat chokes up, and zhoumi is as thin as ever when he hugs him. "i'm really sorry."
"me too." zhoumi pulls away just slightly and he is crying.
"you big baby." kyuhyun rubs his fingers across zhoumi's cheeks and try to catch the tiny tears. "don't cry, then you really can't complain when i call you a girl." and zhoumi sniffs, nods, buries his face in kyuhyun's hair.
"i don't want to fight again." zhoumi's voice is small and thin.
kyuhyun remembers the first time he met zhoumi, all limbs and smiles and sparkly in a way that had nothing to do with glitter or rhinestones. "i don't either." he remembers the way zhoumi had smelled like fresh soap on their first date, breathes in the exact same smell, and hopes that they'll never change.
note: i hope you like it, nodo! :D