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chineseinkMore fratboy 'verse because apparently the way to get unblocked for one fic is to get way more blocked on another, lol. So while I'm trying to tie up 5000+ words of afterparty porn, have this instead. The rest of this arc will come...as it will come. Insert sexual innuendos here, etc. :D
Fratboy AU
(01) we call this a domestic partnership
Super Junior, Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun, PG, 1170 words
AU. Kyuhyun doesn't actually regret rooming with Zhou Mi, though sometimes he wishes he could.
we call this a domestic partnership
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meiface
Zhou Mi had a sweet tooth a mile wide, but one thing he would never compromise on was his cup of bitter Chinese tea every morning. Kyuhyun had been surprised when he'd tasted a sip two weeks into their semester living together, because even by then he'd known about Zhou Mi's propensity for sweets.
"It doesn't suit you at all," Kyuhyun told him, licking his lips and unsure if he liked the tea or not.
Zhou Mi only smiled at him. "I was raised on this tea," he said simply. "It reminds me of home."
So every morning, while Kyuhyun padded around the kitchen in his pajama bottoms and t-shirt, sleepily gathering together enough food to pass for breakfast, Zhou Mi perched on a stool by the counter, holding his cup of tea and watching him, annoyingly chipper. He was, of course, a morning person. Unfortunately, it was Kyuhyun who had the morning classes.
"Shut up, stop smiling," Kyuhyun grumbled, slapping his piece of toast onto a plate.
"But—" Zhou Mi would try to say, to which Kyuhyun would yank open the fridge and say, in his best morning grouse:
"I can hear you smiling."
It was practically routine for them - not a daily one, but one repeated often enough that they were old hands. Kyuhyun could easily maneuver around Zhou Mi, balancing a plate, an apple, and a glass of orange juice. Zhou Mi would smile annoyingly at him the whole time and then spin on his stool until his back was to the kitchen and faced Kyuhyun at the breakfast table.
"You should drink milk, to grow tall and healthy," he'd comment, still sipping his tea.
"Are you calling me short?" A raised an eyebrow, a munch of buttered toast.
"Do you feel short?"
Kyuhyun would roll his eyes and Zhou Mi would laugh and slide off the stool and somehow end up all over Kyuhyun, arm draped over him, a thigh pressed against his thigh, a grinning mouth tickling the fine hair by his ear. The routine always ended up with Zhou Mi in Kyuhyun's personal space, warm and settling in comfortably, with the ease of familiarity.
And that, in the end, was really why Kyuhyun both hated mornings...and didn't hate them quite as much as he had before college.
***
The problem with living with Zhou Mi was not that Zhou Mi was irritatingly cheerful in the morning (or, really, just irritatingly cheerful all the time), or that he hogged the bathroom, or left dishes unwashed in the sink, or any other common roommate problem. Zhou Mi was actually very conscientious and a good cook and tall and good-looking...and this all contributed to the real problem of living with Zhou Mi, which was that, because they were roommates, Zhou Mi seemed to be under the impression that he could touch Kyuhyun. Indiscriminately. At all hours.
Because they were friends, he'd said with a sunny smile, an arm around Kyuhyun's waist dragging him close. And not just friends but roommates.
Kyuhyun wasn't quite sure how to tell Zhou Mi that most roommates didn't hang off each other like that. He never quite got around to it mostly because then he'd also have to explain that most people also didn't get embarrassingly uncomfortable by all that touching, because most people didn't have crushes on their taller, ever-smiling roommates.
Most people didn't wonder what it'd be like to kiss their roommate, or get a funny, soft look in their eyes when they watched their roommate focus on a new composition, or kind of get all shivery in the knees when they heard their roommates sing.
Kyuhyun didn't understand why this was his life.
His friends, on the other hand, thought it was hilarious.
***
For a week, Ryeowook had smiled and greeted him with, "So, haven't told him yet?"
Sometimes Kyuhyun didn't know why they were friends at all. He told Ryeowook that, adding with a sigh, "Besides, it's pointless. He doesn't like me like that, and we'd just screw up our living situation. It's a good thing. I don't want to have another roommate in the middle of the year."
Ryeowook nodded agreeably. "You wouldn't know how to live with anyone else, anyway. You've been rooming with him since freshmen year. I'm sure you two have already gotten used to each others' quirks and habits."
Kyuhyun shrugged and tipped his head slightly to the side in vague agreement. Ryeowook smiled again, a knowing look in his eyes.
He left off after a week, because he was a good person, apparently unlike everyone else Kyuhyun was friends with. Even months after discovering Kyuhyun's crush on his roommate, Kibum still didn't quit with the jabs and little side comments.
"How's the wife?" he'd asked Kyuhyun when they met up for lunch.
"One day," Kyuhyun had told him sourly, "you are going to fall for someone more ridiculous, and I am going to give you hell for it."
Kibum's grin had been unrepentant. But oh how Kyuhyun had been the one smirking when Lee Donghae had stumbled into Kibum's life, all persistent and eager and every inch a frat boy. Every inch a frat boy that Kibum had been undeniably interested in, and had finally resigned himself to wanting. But just because Kyuhyun was happy that Kibum was happy being in a relationship with a frat boy didn't mean in any way that Kyuhyun was going to stop needling him about it.
In that vein, he supposed he and his friends were pretty similar.
Kyuhyun sighed. Still, at times, he wished he'd never let anyone know about his feelings for Zhou Mi. It would probably be easier without all the teasing, the jokes and significant looks whenever Zhou Mi whispered in his ear or touched his arm or wrapped him in a hug. His friends' gazes would always ask silently, lightly, Look! Doesn't this mean he likes you? A waggle of eyebrows, a curve of a laugh, and painfully oblivious Zhou Mi...
No, Zhou Mi was just a naturally warm and affectionate person. He had no idea what he did to Kyuhyun, had no idea about Kyuhyun's fantasies.
"Kui Xian," he said as Kyuhyun walked into the apartment, back late from a vocal lesson that had gone over time. "You didn't get a chance to eat dinner yet, right? There's some tea on the counter for your throat and some food in the fridge. I have a study date so—" He smiled widely at Kyuhyun, ducked down to press a fleeting kiss to his cheek, and went right out the door in a flurry of bag and books before Kyuhyun could even say a word.
He leaned against the door after it closed, heart racing. He could still feel the mark of warm lips against his skin.
He felt like such a middle school girl. But it was ridiculous. Zhou Mi had no idea what he did to Kyuhyun.
And it was better that it stayed that way.
--
Started: 2009.06.24
Finished: 2009.07.28
Fratboy AU
(01) we call this a domestic partnership
Super Junior, Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun, PG, 1170 words
AU. Kyuhyun doesn't actually regret rooming with Zhou Mi, though sometimes he wishes he could.
we call this a domestic partnership
by
meifaceZhou Mi had a sweet tooth a mile wide, but one thing he would never compromise on was his cup of bitter Chinese tea every morning. Kyuhyun had been surprised when he'd tasted a sip two weeks into their semester living together, because even by then he'd known about Zhou Mi's propensity for sweets.
"It doesn't suit you at all," Kyuhyun told him, licking his lips and unsure if he liked the tea or not.
Zhou Mi only smiled at him. "I was raised on this tea," he said simply. "It reminds me of home."
So every morning, while Kyuhyun padded around the kitchen in his pajama bottoms and t-shirt, sleepily gathering together enough food to pass for breakfast, Zhou Mi perched on a stool by the counter, holding his cup of tea and watching him, annoyingly chipper. He was, of course, a morning person. Unfortunately, it was Kyuhyun who had the morning classes.
"Shut up, stop smiling," Kyuhyun grumbled, slapping his piece of toast onto a plate.
"But—" Zhou Mi would try to say, to which Kyuhyun would yank open the fridge and say, in his best morning grouse:
"I can hear you smiling."
It was practically routine for them - not a daily one, but one repeated often enough that they were old hands. Kyuhyun could easily maneuver around Zhou Mi, balancing a plate, an apple, and a glass of orange juice. Zhou Mi would smile annoyingly at him the whole time and then spin on his stool until his back was to the kitchen and faced Kyuhyun at the breakfast table.
"You should drink milk, to grow tall and healthy," he'd comment, still sipping his tea.
"Are you calling me short?" A raised an eyebrow, a munch of buttered toast.
"Do you feel short?"
Kyuhyun would roll his eyes and Zhou Mi would laugh and slide off the stool and somehow end up all over Kyuhyun, arm draped over him, a thigh pressed against his thigh, a grinning mouth tickling the fine hair by his ear. The routine always ended up with Zhou Mi in Kyuhyun's personal space, warm and settling in comfortably, with the ease of familiarity.
And that, in the end, was really why Kyuhyun both hated mornings...and didn't hate them quite as much as he had before college.
***
The problem with living with Zhou Mi was not that Zhou Mi was irritatingly cheerful in the morning (or, really, just irritatingly cheerful all the time), or that he hogged the bathroom, or left dishes unwashed in the sink, or any other common roommate problem. Zhou Mi was actually very conscientious and a good cook and tall and good-looking...and this all contributed to the real problem of living with Zhou Mi, which was that, because they were roommates, Zhou Mi seemed to be under the impression that he could touch Kyuhyun. Indiscriminately. At all hours.
Because they were friends, he'd said with a sunny smile, an arm around Kyuhyun's waist dragging him close. And not just friends but roommates.
Kyuhyun wasn't quite sure how to tell Zhou Mi that most roommates didn't hang off each other like that. He never quite got around to it mostly because then he'd also have to explain that most people also didn't get embarrassingly uncomfortable by all that touching, because most people didn't have crushes on their taller, ever-smiling roommates.
Most people didn't wonder what it'd be like to kiss their roommate, or get a funny, soft look in their eyes when they watched their roommate focus on a new composition, or kind of get all shivery in the knees when they heard their roommates sing.
Kyuhyun didn't understand why this was his life.
His friends, on the other hand, thought it was hilarious.
***
For a week, Ryeowook had smiled and greeted him with, "So, haven't told him yet?"
Sometimes Kyuhyun didn't know why they were friends at all. He told Ryeowook that, adding with a sigh, "Besides, it's pointless. He doesn't like me like that, and we'd just screw up our living situation. It's a good thing. I don't want to have another roommate in the middle of the year."
Ryeowook nodded agreeably. "You wouldn't know how to live with anyone else, anyway. You've been rooming with him since freshmen year. I'm sure you two have already gotten used to each others' quirks and habits."
Kyuhyun shrugged and tipped his head slightly to the side in vague agreement. Ryeowook smiled again, a knowing look in his eyes.
He left off after a week, because he was a good person, apparently unlike everyone else Kyuhyun was friends with. Even months after discovering Kyuhyun's crush on his roommate, Kibum still didn't quit with the jabs and little side comments.
"How's the wife?" he'd asked Kyuhyun when they met up for lunch.
"One day," Kyuhyun had told him sourly, "you are going to fall for someone more ridiculous, and I am going to give you hell for it."
Kibum's grin had been unrepentant. But oh how Kyuhyun had been the one smirking when Lee Donghae had stumbled into Kibum's life, all persistent and eager and every inch a frat boy. Every inch a frat boy that Kibum had been undeniably interested in, and had finally resigned himself to wanting. But just because Kyuhyun was happy that Kibum was happy being in a relationship with a frat boy didn't mean in any way that Kyuhyun was going to stop needling him about it.
In that vein, he supposed he and his friends were pretty similar.
Kyuhyun sighed. Still, at times, he wished he'd never let anyone know about his feelings for Zhou Mi. It would probably be easier without all the teasing, the jokes and significant looks whenever Zhou Mi whispered in his ear or touched his arm or wrapped him in a hug. His friends' gazes would always ask silently, lightly, Look! Doesn't this mean he likes you? A waggle of eyebrows, a curve of a laugh, and painfully oblivious Zhou Mi...
No, Zhou Mi was just a naturally warm and affectionate person. He had no idea what he did to Kyuhyun, had no idea about Kyuhyun's fantasies.
"Kui Xian," he said as Kyuhyun walked into the apartment, back late from a vocal lesson that had gone over time. "You didn't get a chance to eat dinner yet, right? There's some tea on the counter for your throat and some food in the fridge. I have a study date so—" He smiled widely at Kyuhyun, ducked down to press a fleeting kiss to his cheek, and went right out the door in a flurry of bag and books before Kyuhyun could even say a word.
He leaned against the door after it closed, heart racing. He could still feel the mark of warm lips against his skin.
He felt like such a middle school girl. But it was ridiculous. Zhou Mi had no idea what he did to Kyuhyun.
And it was better that it stayed that way.
--
Started: 2009.06.24
Finished: 2009.07.28
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