[SJ] 给你的一分中 (this moment with you), PG, Qmi

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If you lead a Mei to Chinese Qmi fic (thanks, evaporate) and leave her there long enough, she will eventually try her hand at writing some. Also, how did I forget this picture existed? It kind of makes my head explode.



给你的一分中 - 觅贤 - 短篇 - 让你安安静静跟我沟通。
this moment with you, zhou mi/kyuhyun, pg, 645 words

一天的通告采访等等结束了，终于回到宿舍时已经很晚了。Henry肯定又懒得洗澡可是我才没有能像他那样直接趴上床，还是要洗洗脸刷刷牙换一下衣服。正在浴室里时，圭贤跑到我后面迷迷糊糊想睡的样儿站在那儿看着我。

“你干啥儿？” 我问他。
“等着你啊。不明显吗？怎么这么慢！”

这死家伙，如果你那么快搞好了就上床睡吧，还来吹我干啥？我不转身接着往脸上抹保湿霜，对他说一句：“臭孩子，先上床吧，我还没好。”

他有一点不情愿地走了，往我们的卧室去。一天从早到晚忙死了通告，明明累坏了他还来烦扰我那样，这曹圭贤真的了不起。我嘴角无奈地微微笑起来了。他常常喜欢说Henry像小孩儿，还不好好看自己，看你是不是本人形容。

过一会儿我也回到卧室，发现他已经躺到床上差一点儿都睡着了。我还以为是真正的睡着了，如此轻轻地爬上床，不想意外地碰到他，但我刚好把床单扯上来他眼睛就睁开了瞪着我，还让我吃惊了一下。又来干啥儿？我无语也望着他。

他柔柔地说我的名字：“周觅。”

从一开始就不会叫我哥。说实话，我并不介意。他很早就知道了，所以现在除了偶尔一些采访一外，都不会用“哥”这样叫我了。

看他那样儿昏昏欲睡的瞪着我，头发乱七八糟的，我有一点好笑，朝着他做一个鬼脸。

“奇怪人,” 他用中文来说我。
“是你才是奇怪人吧！”

喂，怎么总是这样对我！

这一瞬间，他的手就圈了我的手腕，皮肤凉凉的。轻微地拉住我躺倒了，就在他身边躺下去，俩人的头都在一个枕头上。然后他就移动移动的直到头靠上我的肩膀，闭上了眼睛，脸上带着一种温柔的表情就在那儿睡了。看着他那儿平平静静地睡着，我心里冒出来一种无法用言语表达的温暖感觉。有点想去摸摸一下他的额头，抚平那里的纹路。

最后，我从床头柜拿起我的手机瞄准了自个儿，对镜头摆个V，喀嗒一声，就自拍了一张。当我去查看照片才发现自拍照片这个也接住他人小小一块儿。只是露一点儿头发，一小片儿脸，一根眉毛，要狠狠地看才能看出是他这个人。我觉得还算不错的自拍，决心以后就上载到博客。

把手机放回床头柜上，我突然打了个哈欠。噢，对了，可晚了。明天又要一大早起床办事儿，没完没了的通告那类东西。我瞥了在我肩膀上睡得死死那人一眼，已经进入了梦乡，真的就像不想承认的小孩一样。不过，不要担心，我周觅知道你曹圭贤却不是小孩儿。当你醒着的，你就喜欢调皮胡闹让我无奈的微笑、加速心跳。我对你真的手无寸铁啊。

这样望着他不知不觉慢慢地就睡着了。

After a long day of schedules and interviews, we finally arrived back at the dorms, late. Henry was probably going to be too lazy to shower again. I couldn't just crash on the bed like that, not without washing up first, scrubbing my face and brushing my teeth and changing my clothes. While I was in the bathroom, Kyuhyun appeared behind me and stood there looking dazed and sleepy.

"What're you doing?" I asked him.

"Waiting for you. Isn't that obvious? How can you be so slow?"

This guy... If he was already done getting ready, why didn't he just go to bed instead of coming here to bother me? I didn't bother turning and continued rubbing moisturizer on my face, saying to him, "Jerk, go to bed. I'm not ready yet."

He left a little reluctantly and disappeared into our bedroom. After working from morning until night, he was obviously exhausted, but he still came to badger me - Kyuhyun was really unbelievable sometimes. I found the corners of my mouth turning upward helplessly. He was always saying how Henry was like a little kid, but did he even look at himself? Didn't you fit the description too?

After a while, I returned to the bedroom and found him splayed out on the bed practically asleep. I thought he was actually asleep at first, so I climbed carefully into bed, not wanting to accidentally disturb him. But as I tugged up the sheets, he cracked open his eyes and stared at me, surprising me. What now? I looked wordlessly back at him.

He said my name softly. "Zhou Mi."

From the beginning he'd never called me "ge". To tell the truth, I'd never minded. He'd figured that out early and so now, aside from a few occasional interviews, he didn't call me "ge".

Looking at him lying there sleepily, hair a mess, I found myself a little giggly, and made a face at him.

"Freak," he said to me in Chinese.

"It's you who's the freak!"

Hey! Why was he always like this?

At that moment, he circled my wrist with his hand, skin cool. He tugged me gently until I was lying down beside him, our heads on the same pillow. Then he shifted around until his head rested against my shoulder and then closed his eyes, a gentle sort of expression on his face as he promptly went to sleep. Looking at him lying there drowsing so peacefully, a kind of wordless warmth stirrred in my heart. I kind of wanted to smooth my fingers over the lines in his forehead.

In the end, I picked up my phone from the nightstand and aimed it at myself. I put up a V for the camera, click, and took a selca. It was only when I reviewed the picture that I realized the photo had captured a tiny bit of him in it: just a bit of hair, a part of his face, an eyebrow. You'd have to look at it long and hard to figure out it was him. I figured it wasn't a bad picture and decided I'd post it on my blog later.

Putting my phone back on the nightstand, I yawned suddennly. Oh, right, it was late. Tomorrow we'd have to get up again at the crack of dawn to work, that endless schedule. I glanced at the guy passed out against my shoulder who was already happily lost in his dreams. Really, he was just like a kid, however much he refused to admit it. But don't worry, Kyuhyun, I knew you weren't a kid. When you were awake, you loved to tease and get up to mischief until I couldn't help but smile, couldn't help my heart speeding up. Ahh, I was just too helpless against you.

Gazing at him, I slowly slipped into sleep without realizing it.




Started/Finished: 2011.03.18 | Notes: Written first in Chinese, translated later. Not verbatim but for overall meaning/tone. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE WRITTEN FIC IN CHINESE, IT IS VERY STRANGE. The tone of Chinese fics is also much different from English fics, particularly in that first person POV is super common. Also, Zhou Mimi tends to be less stereotypically girly? Though at the same time, he is the eternal bottom. For better or worse. I have no idea how wonky my grammar is with the Chinese bits, but seriously. First time ever. I'm having a mini-freak out that this even exists.