[fic] Burning hot - kyuhyun/zhou mi
Title: Burning hot
Rating: PG13? [for language and really vague mentions of other things]
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I didn't own the boys
Summary: Kyuhyun has fever
Warnings: ... no beta, and a non-native author. Please deal with me and my silly grammar errors
More: ... for kyuclam because she's my darrling.
Zhou Mi woke in the middle of the night to see Kyuhyun lying next to him, feverish, his skin damp with a sheen of sweat. He wasn't trashing, instead, he was perfectly still. His chest, enveloped by the simple white T-shirt, was moving in shallow intakes of breath, the exhales pained by the subconscious frown on his face.
With growing worry, the Chinese man nudged closer, pressing his palm gently against the burning hot forehead, brushing away the mahogany strands.
The younger man blinked wearily at him, his dark eyes taking a moment to focus on the face in front of him, lit by the faint city lights of Taipei.
"The fuck are you doing", came the mumbled words, not grumpy like it would have been if it was anyone else's hand than Zhou Mi's. The skin under Zhou Mi's palm was hot to the touch, far hotter than was normal. Zhou Mi worried his lower lip, not even seeming to notice what he was doing.
"Shhh, Kuixian", he whispered soothingly, drawing aimlessly circles with his thumb against Kyuhyun's jaw. The pale light from the lonely moon and the never-sleeping city caressed the delicate planes of his face, revealing the old scars and imperfections, a beauty mark under his eye that Zhou Mi loved so. "You're sick, Kuixian. Stay here".
The cool tiles of the hotel room floor felt cold under his bare feet as he stood up, abandoning the bed that was not supposed to have sheets crumpled by two, two pillows that only one of them was supposed to be used. With a heavy sigh, he left Kyuhyun's room, the dorm quiet in the blue light and deep shadows.
He went to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel - next to Sungmin's toiletry bag, dark grey with a pink, embroidered heart. After soaking it with cold water, he returned to Kyuhyun's room. Or would have, if it wouldn't have been for Hyukjae barging into the bathroom just as he was leaving it.
"Zhou Mi, can I come? I really need to-- wait".
"You really need to wait?", the taller man laughed with a raspy voice, a drip of cold water landing on his bare feet. He ignored the fact that he was only wearing a pair of boxers and a tank top, not much unlike to Hyukjae's own choice of clothing.
"Your room is in the other dorm, why are you here?" Zhou Mi could see Hyukjae's eyes traveling across his body, stopping on the bruising mark on his collarbone. The shifty eyes and the quiet 'oh' as the other laughed apologetically made Zhou Mi shift, waving the soaked hand towel.
"Um. Kyuhyun has a fever, so I'll be uh. Staying the rest of the night, too", he edged closer to the room closest to the toilet, just wanting to get away from the awkward encounter and back to his Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun, who had closed his eyes and was lying back on the enormous bed, his shirt slightly hiked upwards revealing a slice of pale skin on his stomach. If he hadn't looked like he was near passing out it would have been a lovely sight to see. Zhou Mi knelt on the bed and wiped his face and neck with the icy cloth, brushing back the sweaty strands of hair that had fell on his forehead once again.
At first the humming was just random sounds, still forming into a melody. Kyuhyun's heartbeat was rapid, he could see the pulse hammering his neck vein, the glistening skin damp from sweat and the water. The collar of his shirt had already soaked, and with gentle hands, Zhou Mi maneuvered the white fabric off the younger man, leaving his heaving chest bare against the moonlight as he worked with the towel, cooling the burning skin.
"We don't have schedule tomorrow, Kuixian", he murmured as the melody he had been humming faded. He rubbed the inside of Kyuhyun's wrist, the sadness in those eyes hidden from the younger man until he cracked the heavy lids open.
It had been Kyuhyun's voice that he had first fell for, the soft velvet that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand and shivers run down his spine when he had listened that voice. It was true that Kyuhyun had scared him when they were first introduced to each other, the snarky, introverted maknae that had absolutely no interest in learning a new language until he had to. But somehow, something had happened. Kyuhyun's smile had softened, the way he reached to bring Zhou Mi closer had melted his heart.
The heated skin felt sticky against his hand as he petted Kyuhyun's arm, still sitting on the edge of the bed. The glass of water on the night table was for him to take his medication, but he hadn't yet drunk. The wet peek of Kyuhyun's pink tongue as he let Zhou Mi place the cool glass on his lips was captivating, the bob of his Adam's apple as he drank with his eyes closed, those long fingers resting against Zhou Mi's hands as he held the glass.
Kyuhyun had done so much for him. Mora than he would probably ever admit, but Zhou Mi was grateful for every little thing. It had been Kyuhyun, texting to him when he was in China and feeling alone, and it had been Kyuhyun who would welcome him back with open arms (right after Heechul, of course). It had been Kyuhyun who had closed him into an embrace and whispered sweet nothings into his ear when he needed to drown out the hate, and it had been Kyuhyun who had made him feel like he belonged. The tears he had shed had soaked Kyuhyun's shirt, and the kisses he had received had been given by those plump lips. Everyone knew Kyuhyun was the inspiration for his songs, but to be honest, Zhou Mi couldn't really care. He was happy if he could show it, how important the man had become to him.
And now it was Zhou Mi's turn to take care of him.
Rating: PG13? [for language and really vague mentions of other things]
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I didn't own the boys
Summary: Kyuhyun has fever
Warnings: ... no beta, and a non-native author. Please deal with me and my silly grammar errors
More: ... for kyuclam because she's my darrling.
Zhou Mi woke in the middle of the night to see Kyuhyun lying next to him, feverish, his skin damp with a sheen of sweat. He wasn't trashing, instead, he was perfectly still. His chest, enveloped by the simple white T-shirt, was moving in shallow intakes of breath, the exhales pained by the subconscious frown on his face.
With growing worry, the Chinese man nudged closer, pressing his palm gently against the burning hot forehead, brushing away the mahogany strands.
The younger man blinked wearily at him, his dark eyes taking a moment to focus on the face in front of him, lit by the faint city lights of Taipei.
"The fuck are you doing", came the mumbled words, not grumpy like it would have been if it was anyone else's hand than Zhou Mi's. The skin under Zhou Mi's palm was hot to the touch, far hotter than was normal. Zhou Mi worried his lower lip, not even seeming to notice what he was doing.
"Shhh, Kuixian", he whispered soothingly, drawing aimlessly circles with his thumb against Kyuhyun's jaw. The pale light from the lonely moon and the never-sleeping city caressed the delicate planes of his face, revealing the old scars and imperfections, a beauty mark under his eye that Zhou Mi loved so. "You're sick, Kuixian. Stay here".
The cool tiles of the hotel room floor felt cold under his bare feet as he stood up, abandoning the bed that was not supposed to have sheets crumpled by two, two pillows that only one of them was supposed to be used. With a heavy sigh, he left Kyuhyun's room, the dorm quiet in the blue light and deep shadows.
He went to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel - next to Sungmin's toiletry bag, dark grey with a pink, embroidered heart. After soaking it with cold water, he returned to Kyuhyun's room. Or would have, if it wouldn't have been for Hyukjae barging into the bathroom just as he was leaving it.
"Zhou Mi, can I come? I really need to-- wait".
"You really need to wait?", the taller man laughed with a raspy voice, a drip of cold water landing on his bare feet. He ignored the fact that he was only wearing a pair of boxers and a tank top, not much unlike to Hyukjae's own choice of clothing.
"Your room is in the other dorm, why are you here?" Zhou Mi could see Hyukjae's eyes traveling across his body, stopping on the bruising mark on his collarbone. The shifty eyes and the quiet 'oh' as the other laughed apologetically made Zhou Mi shift, waving the soaked hand towel.
"Um. Kyuhyun has a fever, so I'll be uh. Staying the rest of the night, too", he edged closer to the room closest to the toilet, just wanting to get away from the awkward encounter and back to his Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun, who had closed his eyes and was lying back on the enormous bed, his shirt slightly hiked upwards revealing a slice of pale skin on his stomach. If he hadn't looked like he was near passing out it would have been a lovely sight to see. Zhou Mi knelt on the bed and wiped his face and neck with the icy cloth, brushing back the sweaty strands of hair that had fell on his forehead once again.
At first the humming was just random sounds, still forming into a melody. Kyuhyun's heartbeat was rapid, he could see the pulse hammering his neck vein, the glistening skin damp from sweat and the water. The collar of his shirt had already soaked, and with gentle hands, Zhou Mi maneuvered the white fabric off the younger man, leaving his heaving chest bare against the moonlight as he worked with the towel, cooling the burning skin.
"We don't have schedule tomorrow, Kuixian", he murmured as the melody he had been humming faded. He rubbed the inside of Kyuhyun's wrist, the sadness in those eyes hidden from the younger man until he cracked the heavy lids open.
It had been Kyuhyun's voice that he had first fell for, the soft velvet that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand and shivers run down his spine when he had listened that voice. It was true that Kyuhyun had scared him when they were first introduced to each other, the snarky, introverted maknae that had absolutely no interest in learning a new language until he had to. But somehow, something had happened. Kyuhyun's smile had softened, the way he reached to bring Zhou Mi closer had melted his heart.
The heated skin felt sticky against his hand as he petted Kyuhyun's arm, still sitting on the edge of the bed. The glass of water on the night table was for him to take his medication, but he hadn't yet drunk. The wet peek of Kyuhyun's pink tongue as he let Zhou Mi place the cool glass on his lips was captivating, the bob of his Adam's apple as he drank with his eyes closed, those long fingers resting against Zhou Mi's hands as he held the glass.
Kyuhyun had done so much for him. Mora than he would probably ever admit, but Zhou Mi was grateful for every little thing. It had been Kyuhyun, texting to him when he was in China and feeling alone, and it had been Kyuhyun who would welcome him back with open arms (right after Heechul, of course). It had been Kyuhyun who had closed him into an embrace and whispered sweet nothings into his ear when he needed to drown out the hate, and it had been Kyuhyun who had made him feel like he belonged. The tears he had shed had soaked Kyuhyun's shirt, and the kisses he had received had been given by those plump lips. Everyone knew Kyuhyun was the inspiration for his songs, but to be honest, Zhou Mi couldn't really care. He was happy if he could show it, how important the man had become to him.
And now it was Zhou Mi's turn to take care of him.