* Crazy Carnival *

[FIC] Secret Tease, ONE-SHOT

2010-04-11T16:30:36Z

Title: Secret Tease
Rating: R (for sexual situation and/or suggestiveness and swearing)
Pairing: QMi (possessive!kyu)
Genre: Romance, Comedy, Slight Crack

Summary: It took one sexy look, one velvet voice and one performance to drive Kyuhyun up the wall. Thanks a lot, Zhou Mi.

Prompted: During Super Junior’s Super Show 2 here in Manila. I was like, “Zhou Mi has a solo! OMG. BRB DYING.” Because I didn’t know he’d have one! YAY FOR THE GENTLEMAN! I was practically screaming my head off! And as much as I like this to happen IRL, nope. The situation is entirely fictional. But who knows, right?

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own the boys? ANO BA YAN! *rofls*

It was a fact that during Super Shows, no concert is the same as the last one.

“He has a what? AND IN WHAT SECONDS?” Kyuhyun gape when the staffs were running after Zhou Mi who was also running to Platform 5. They were shouting something similar to, re-touch your foundation first! and get the mic, quick!

Henry’s solo was done and the next act was... who was it again? Trot? Kyuhyun, for some reason, hadn’t checked the line-up.

“SEASONING! FIX YOUR DAMN HAIR!” Heechul hollered at the running man, muttering something like damn, messy Chinese and looking intently at the four-window monitor – three viewing the stage from various angles and one at the audience. The Cinderella-man had that smirk on his face. “This better be damn good.”

“Hyung, what’s going on?” Kyuhyun started out slowly, watching the monitor focused on the open trap door. “Wait, is he- is he up next!?”

“That’s right!” Heechul said as though a little amused himself. “Surprised? Seasoning didn’t say anything and only told management about singing solo for the first time. Damn kid practiced alone and there’s no even a re-run. THIS better be perfect or I’ll break his neck.”

“Are you serious?” Kyuhyun couldn’t believe it. Zhou mi? Singing alone? Was this the ‘IT’S A SECRET, KUI XIAN! YOU’LL HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL APRIL 1O’ thing that loud man was squealing every time the last-leg concert was brought up?

But that was it: each time Kyuhyun would be curious enough to know what the fool was saying, all Zhou mi would share, “It’s a secret! Don’t you get into the spirit of secrecy? OH, YOU!” Complete with tsk-tsk-tsk.

For the first time, Zhou Mi had his own solo, his own stage, his one-man performance in front of a staggering number of audiences, Kyuhyun thought. A little worried he was but when soft music echoed from the front, all eyes, ears and attention was brought upon Zhou Mi who was emerging from below with a mic-stand at hand.

Fans were screaming alright, but not of disapproval but more of the adoration tone when he appeared. It was loud, over-powering the soft music and when Zhou Mi had finally sang the first few words of the song the screams increased ten-folds.

The serious look on his face was proof enough he was trying to focus, to render the perfect facial expression and to show just how heart-felt the lyric was, despite the little language barrier. Like the professional singer that he was, Zhou Mi, in the eyes of Kyuhyun, looked breathlessly perfect.

Why haven’t I seen you like this before? Kyuhyun watched in a trance when the camera focused on Zhou Mi’s face and he knew that look, that sultry, I-know-you-want-me look. And when it eased out, Zhou Mi was doing this adorable hand gestures, go as far as moving left and right just to have eye-contact on each fan, making sure to hide that wanting eyes.

The way he tossed his head back – dramatic effect, what a drama king, Kyuhyun mused– exposing that milky neck of his and that subtle hip-swaying, Kyuhyun knew that this was no innocent singing. What was Zhou Mi trying to do, tease him openly by being the sexy, gangly man that Kyuhyun knew him as?

Perhaps not and only his wild hormones were the ones giving him weird ideas because, hey, this was Zhou Mi he was watching and everything this pole-man did was just simply as adorable to everyone. That’s right, Cho Kyuhyun. What are you, getting turned on? He’s only singing, just singing, looking kinda hot under the lights, with a breathy voice that sounded so good during se—

Uh, oh. This was not good. Not good at all. And since when did his pants felt this tight? This was his favourite, comfortable pants!

He tried looking away, relaxing himself because this was just one those epic moments of getting turned on at the worst possible time.

And looking away had been a problem after all when Zhou Mi took the mic off the stand and strutted at the walk-way like some hot-stuff diva, via monitor.

Kyuhyun cursed, eyes glued to the screen when fans screamed more and more. Could Zhou Mi look possibly even hotter than he already was? He moved fluidly and his voice was strong yet so soothing. This was one side Kyuhyun had never seen before whilst singing with him on M performances – the very passionate singer.

A total package Zhou Mi was because, Kyuhyun also added inwardly, he’s a passionate lover too. And careless one to boot. Apparently, he saw on TV a handful of hungry-looking fans staring at Zhou Mi like he was some delicious raw meat (not that Kyuhyun was disagreeing). A sunshine meat?

Okay, the complimenting had to stop because Zhou Mi was being a fucking tease out on the open (without the complete obviousness, how the hell does he do that!?) to him and with the way he sang the song – each syllable dripping with charisma – and the way he moved his body to and fro, Kyuhyun quickly resolved to do something about this fucking teaser when this was finished – a very steamy, mind-blanking and pleasurable something inside the bathroom.

But first, he needed to do something about the little problem he was currently experiencing down there. Thanks a lot, Zhou Mi.

“Care to share why you didn’t mention to us about performing solo?” Kyuhyun asked immediately when he and Zhou Mi were finally alone, where everyone was out on the stage area picking up gifts and thrown novelty items (wait, why there were condoms around?) and being totally crazy about the finished concert and tour.

They were left inside one of the backstage rooms.

“Oh, Kui Xian? Did you watch me? Was it good? I mean, I couldn’t hear myself over the mic because the screams are so loud! My ears are still ringing really.” Zhou Mi pointed an ear, his diamond-pierce earring glinting with the light. “I guess everything was good and—why are you looking at me like that?”

It was quick and swift and Kyuhyun managed to trap that long-legged Zhou Mi on chair, making sure he stayed there. Kyuhyun’s arms were on both handles and slowly inching in, staring the squeaking Zhou Mi. “Yeah, I watched. And I’m asking again why you didn’t say anything about solo performance.”

Zhou Mi gulped, stuttering broken Hangul. “T’was... a secret? No, wait! SURPRISE! It was a surprise! For you!”

Kyuhyun had to pause, had to take a good look at Zhou Mi who was smiling awkwardly and sinking at his seat. That daze look on his face managed to hide burning want to take on Zhou Mi there. Instead he just loosened his collar – breathe, breathe – making sure he was looking straight at Zhou Mi while he did so; his eyes locked straight with Zhou Mi’s and licked his lips as a finale.

“And the stunt you pulled earlier? You don’t wear that flirting expression often, hmm?”

Zhou Mi was at loss, staring at Kyuhyun’s parted mouth. “I, uhh... did I look like that? I didn’t—

“Look, everyone was staring at you like they want eat you. Alive. You go around with that cutesy-sunny expression and want-me-so-bad look too. Which is it? Don’t play around.”

“I w-wasn’t! I was just singing! Kui Xian!”

Kyuhyun leaned closer, near enough for his low voice and hot breath passed Zhou Mi’s already reddened cheeks. He wasn’t even sure why the sudden serious mood but he knew one thing for sure: “Tease and flirt only me. I’m the only one who gets to eat you. Alive.”

“Kui Xia—

Zhou Mi was caught off guard with his mouth clamped with Kyuhyun’s soft ones. It was short and fast and Kyuhyun made sure to kiss the man below him thoroughly with a quick count from 1 to 5. The plan was to continue this back at EDSA Shangri-La Hotel (roommates they were, lucky!) and blow Zhou Mi’s mind away but when he didn’t expect for Zhou Mi to suddenly grab his shoulder and forced him down on him, things got a little warmer around the room.

Kyuhun was straddling him, their hips and crotch pressed tight and the more the kiss heated and tongues got wilder they finally found themselves in a brink of heavy making-out and the risk of getting caught. Why hadn’t Kyuhyun locked the door again? Oh yeah, because the staff would be packing their things soon, they reminded just earlier.

“This is your entire fault.” Kyuhyun managed to breathe out after kissing and Zhou Mi would only grin at him with the same state of bruised lips. He had his arms around Kyuhyun’s waist, making sure he wouldn’t fall off when he started nipping that delicious neck treat.

“Well, this is what you get for assuming things, Kui Xian.” Zhou Mi chuckled before giving one supple flesh a nice, fresh, red mark, earning himself a tuneful moan from Kyuhyun.

“Damn you, you’re the who’s taunting me. Taunting everyone.” Kyuhyun managed to say, slowly rocking their hips together in return and had his forehead pressed to Zhou Mi’s. “I’ll just have to make sure you know who you belong to.”

Zhou Mi let out a little laugh, squeezing hip bones. “I know who I belong to, silly.” There was that playful smirk on Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun’s little pout masked by his usual daze expression and soon, when they finally did arrive back at the hotel, Zhou Mi made sure to make marks all over. And so did Kyuhyun to him. And did anyone notice the both were aching all over the next day back to Korea? (“Aw, Kyuhyunnie and Mimi enjoyed the concert last night too much, didn’t you guys?”)

So apparently performing solo not only drove the fans insane but also the mighty Cho Kyuhyun. What if Zhou Mi asked management for a duet request – him and Kyuhyun?

An epic performance, maybe?

Zhou Mi just had to wait for the next Super Show. For now, he was at the dorms, sitting next to Donghae who was busy telling him awesome Twitter stuff and that Zhou Mi should make one himself.

“Look, they even got fan-cam of me running during the Intro! And Eeeteuk-hyung's... wait, what is this? Co-condo--

Donghae wasn't able to finish when Eunhyuk jumped on him and slammed-shut his laptop. "DON'T YOU DARE LOOK AT THAT!"

---

A/N: Okay, hang-over still. Because the concert was so epic, especially on the naughty side of things! FILIPINO-ELFS, YOU PERVS! WAY TO GO TO IMPRESS IDOLS! *thumbs ups* This idea came up when I was watching (and flailing crazily) at Zhou Mi's solo. THE MAN LOOKED SO DAMN FINE! And being the complete QMi bias that I am, made this.

Okay, this is the NOTORIOUS CONDOM ATTACK! (credit goes to the who took it, not mine)

And this here's Zhou Mi's ULTRASUPERDUPERAWESOMEORGASMIC solo! *love love loves it* (again, video not mine!)

Where's the smut? Not here again? Just when I thought I'd be pulling off a smuttastic piece, the ideas slowly die on me! I'MMA SO LAME!

So... can any BBs here make some steamy QMi fic? Pretty pretty please?

[FIC] You and Me, CH3

2010-02-14T18:00:07Z

Title: You and Me
Author: setsuna_k
Pairing: MiQ (side HanChul)
Rating: PG - 13
Genre: AU, Romance, Comedy
Type: Multi-Chaptered
Status: Complete
Disclaimer: Where do I start bidding for them? *gets mauled brutally*

Summary: Florist Zhou Mi likes the boy who passes by his workplace. Heechul is his insane manager who pokes fun about his interest. And Eeteuk and Yesung are a duo of gossipers helping Zhou Mi to his interest... well, maybe?

And the boy who passes by at the flower shop happens to be allergic to flowers... and flower boys. Problem and hilarity, stage left!

----

Zhou Mi mentally noted, 6th day, while he busied himself arranging freshly picked flowers. All the while Heechul and Hankyung exchanged remarks - teasing-bordering-to-insulting remarks, he corrected - at the back, he was too caught up thinking that it was almost a week since he last saw Kyuhyun.

"SEASONING! YOUR COLOR COMBINATION IS SO WRONG!" The girly-man manager appeared from behind and took the mismatched flowers. "What's wrong with you? You know that these hues do not go with that!"

"Oh, um, sorry."

Hankyung had more of the endearment tone, quickly standing next to Zhou Mi. "Still thinking about him, aren't you?" Zhou Mi wanted to reply with a little smile when Heechul rolled his eyes and stepped-in between the two Chinese males. He tapped Hankyung's nose like how he did with a naughty and disobedient Heebum.

"Doy, captain obvious. If Seasoning were attentive, he should be done with this an hour ago but look at him! Staring, gaping and sighing! Why are my henchmen like this??"

The delivery man almost choked. "H-Henchmen?! Dammit, Heechul, I swear I'll--

The phone rang and Zhou Mi's attention drifted away from Hankyung's Chinese profanities and their manager's maniacal laughter, walking towards the annoying ringing at the counter. His co-workers were right: he was a whole lot more distracted that Kyuhyun stopped passing by. What had happened? Did his allergic reaction get worse or something?

Zhou Mi froze and dropped the scissors; the flowers were now left completely unattended.

What... what if Kyuhyun was hospitalized?! It had never occur to him the possibility. It was the closest thing he could think of since this was allergy they were talking about. And, if that were the case, then was it Zhou Mi's fault?

Because he was the one who had the flowers?

"Oh, crap. I think I just killed my love interest. WITH FLOWERS." Was all the troubled florist could conclude before shrieking crazily in guilt.

Heechul rushed back at the front to see scattered petals around, a hysteric Zhou Mi wailing and a clueless Hankyung trying to do damage-control. "I LEFT FOR SECONDS AND THIS IS WHAT I SEE THE MOMENT I GET BACK?!"

It took persuading, with a couple of cakes and sweets, to calm the panicking Zhou Mi. And of course, plus Heechul's amazing charismatic talking about the benefits of owning a cat than a turtle.

How that was related to everything, the two Chinese men would never understand.

---

"Do you think it'd work?" The receiver was placed down.

"I hope so. Kyuhyun's been hiding and it's high-time he deals with this. I can't stand it. I mean, can you?" The time was checked; it was approximately ten in the morning. "If the owner follows the schedule, everything will go according to plan."

There was an amused smirk. "So, who's paying for the arrangement and delivery then?"

"Of course, we'll share, Ryeowook-ah. The thing's so expensive!"

A cheery giggle and a clasped of hands was made. "We'll make Kyuhyun pay for this! I can't wait, hyung!"

---

Zhou Mi seemed to have calmed down and the manager took this opportunity to reveal origami books - accompanied by a sweety smile - by placing them in front of the two. "Now that I have your sanity back, I need you and Geng here to start folding papers."

The two exchanged what looked like an uh-oh-he's-up-to-something-again gazes. They peered slowly at the reference material they never knew they had in the store. "What's... going on?"

"Origami flowers, you silly Chineses. Someone ordered origami flowers earlier and because this is MY shop we're handling, I bet this request is a no-brainer for us!" Heechul did a thumbs-up and waltz right back inside the room and cheered. "I'll be expecting them to be done in two hours!"

Hankyung gaped. "Wait, what are YOU going to do!? Aren't you going to help?!" Zhou Mi had thought about that too but dismissed it since this was Heechul they were addressing at. He knew how his manager was.

"And have my newly painted nail-polish ruined? Not a chance! And I need to feed the store-guardian! See ya!"

"Dammit, Heechul! You're the worst!" The delivery man almost threw a wilted bud at their manager but missed, resulting to a more hysterically laughing Heechul leaving them all alone. Hankyung grunted and angrily took a colored paper. "One day I'll seriously hurt that man, err woman, err something. Or I'll shave that cat of his and dye all his pink clothes to black. Let's see who gets the last laugh." When Zhou Mi wasn't reacting like what he was doing, Hankyung blinked at him. "Aren't you at least bit angry?"

Zhou Mi smiled, not really feeling too moody, not even thinking what he just said. "Nah, he's just being the normal guy that he is. He's usually like that when you're around."

"I can't stand him. Why me?" Hankyung asked tiredly, all the while folding papers into pretty flower-figures. Zhou Mi didn't say anything and had his distracted self thinking about a certain Kyuhyun instead.

Where he was, what had happened to him, Zhou Mi needed to know. Badly.

The first origami flower, finished. One hour and 50 minutes to go before due time.

And why origami flowers, of all the real flowers of Cinderella's? Who wanted them? It was one odd request arrangement that Zhou Mi had never encountered before.

"Uh, Zhou Mi? You're supposed to be doing paper flowers, not paper cranes."

Oh, snap.

---

Oh, double snap.

He was utterly and hopelessly lost in this maze that disguised itself as an apartment situated at this too eerily quiet neighborhood. Room 1513 was nowhere he looked at and the nearby residents were already suspecting him for a wimpy thief who couldn't find the perfect opportunity to steal anything.

Zhou Mi glanced one more time at paper that had Heechul's ridiculous (meant flower, ufo's and Chinese characters) scribbling of the delivery address to recheck.

Yep, he was at the right building, standing on the right floor. But where was Room 1513?

Good thing the bouquet he was holding was made of paper or else the flowers might have already started wilting an hour ago. This delivering thing should have been done by Hankyung, not him. Zhou Mi sucked at directions, obviously.

But then he remembered what Heechul had said hours ago - about talking privately with Hankyung. Something serious, something tense and something awkward was definitely going on between the two that Zhou Mi had to leave quickly with the requested flowers at hand.

Now that he was here, clueless and lost, might as well get the delivery over with. Even if it meant eating up all his afternoon just to find that damn Room 1513.

"Can I help you? The people downstairs are really wondering who's this guy with unusual flowers walking around."

Zhou Mi turned and was greeted with a big grin by a chubby guy. He smiled back and bowed. "Oh, hello, I'm looking for Room 1513. I'm from Cinderella's flower shop."

"What? Room 1513? There's no such room!" The big guy giggled and Zhou Mi felt a little intimidated. What did he mean there was no Room 1513? There had to be some kind of mistake here. "Can I take a look at your address? Because they probably meant 15-B."

And it appeared Heechul wrote the B in a 1 3 manner and Zhou Mi turned even smaller than he could possibly get after he was corrected by the big guy. "See? 15-B? It's the maknae's crib. Watch out though, lots of gadgets scattered around there and loud gaming noise. I don't even understand why he'd order something like a bouquet. He's not, well, good with flowers."

"I'll, uh, keep that in mind." Zhou Mi half-nodded and took off whereas the nice chubby guy went away, waving cheerily at him. After what seemed like forever, the realization hit the florist.

Not good with flowers?

Gaming?

Did that... ring a bell somewhat?

Probably not.

Zhou Mi knocked quietly when he reached the room that he was looking for; shifting uncomfortably the paper bouquet at hand and listening attentively to any foreign sound that came about. There was a loud thud from the inside, followed by a crash and a curse.

He backed away for safety when the door immediately flew open.

"Ryeowook-ah! Hyung! I've been waiting for, like hours! What took you guys this lo--

Kyuhyun instantly stopped and gawked at the man by his threshold. Zhou Mi practically did the same thing and almost dropped the flowers.

"Kui Xian?!"

"Mr. Sunshine?!"

They both shrieked in perfect unison that shook the entire building.

"You're the receiver of this?!"

"Did Sungmin and Ryeowook send you here?! I knew I shouldn't tell them anything!"

"But I thought you hated flowers!"

"Confiding with them was one bad idea, damn!"

"If I knew you didn't like flowers, I should've not bought them at Miracle Cafe the last time! I wanted you to notice me with flowers!"

"I embarrassed myself the last time we met and now I'm doing it again! I wanted you to notice me without breaking into a coughing fit!"

The two quickly stopped and stared really hard at each other, as if disbelieving of what they just blurted out... and heard. What was this, confession of somewhat?

"Wait... what did YOU say?"

Yes, it was, it would seem. At its most unconventional ways.

Everything was happening in a manner that Zhou Mi couldn't catch up. Not completely, that was. But one thing was for sure: after laughing so hard, Kyuhyun happily accepted the papers flowers and not once avoided Zhou Mi. Not anymore. Not when there was a note that had gotten snuck in-between the paper stems that Zhou Mi didn't know about.

Yah, you were taking too long. This "sunshine" likes you, as what the cafe told us. And it was so obvious that you are too, when we keep on passing by at their shop when our building's at the complete opposite road.

P.S. You're so paying us the next time we see each other! Oh, look! The flower's allergy-free! We're so awesome! - Ryeowook and Sungmin

"So why didn't you pass by for a week? I was, uh, I noticed." Zhou Mi asked after re-reading the letter and trying to calm his already crazy heart.

Kyuhyun just laughed, a comfortable chuckle that sounded so beautiful in Zhou Mi's ear. "Couldn't show my face after that incident. Got too embarrassed with my allergic reaction that I didn't want you to see."

"And the sunshine?" Zhou Mi pressed on, trying his luck. Kyuhyun on the other hand was taken aback, averting gazes from the florist and glued his vision on the walls.

"You smile so... pleasantly. There's no way anyone could miss that, especially when you're out watering the plants." He then groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "The two told you, huh?"

Zhou Mi just smirked, crumpling the paper that had the address and pocketing it. "Spur of the moment, I guess." He shifted weights, feeling lightheaded but all-too-happy nonetheless. "Do you... want to eat at Miracle Cafe later? After my shifts over?"

"If there's no pearl-blue roses, I'd like that."

---

Cloud-nine, that was where Zhou Mi was at right now and he couldn't wait to run back at the shop to share the good news. He'd thank Heechul first for forcing him to wear that pink apron and for those roses that made it all began. Then Hankyung for moral support. Then the rest for, well, he'd think about that later.

It was evening when he finally came back, opening the door with chimes of the bell. He was smiling, feeling too blissful that he missed hearing the glass breaking when he stepped something hard and fragile. Then there was it again, and again, and again. He finally looked down and saw broken shards, petals everywhere, torn paper then, finally, noticed the awful state of the shop.

Zhou Mi paled instantly. "Heechul-hyung?!?!" When there was no answer, Zhou Mi quickly rushed to the back room and saw his manager leaning against a table - his back turned to him and his long, black hair falling by his shoulders.

"Hyung, what happened?! Are you okay?! The store!"

Heechul just slowly looked over his shoulders; eyes hooded and dark and voice really low - something Zhou Mi had never, ever seen or heard before of his hyung.

"Geng... he's gone."

Zhou Mi felt cold water got dumped on him.

"What...?"

---

END

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A/N: I feel crappy with this. I dunno. I think my mojo hid somewhere again! I'm not 100% satisfied with this but, oh well. I do hope you liked the ending. Yes, this IS the ending - a cliff-hanger of sorts. Because the next installment will in separate fics! I'd get on with it asap if there' someone out there who could offer QMi smut for an old bag like me! I NEEDZ QMI BAD.

Now comments and loves are happily accepted by yours truly~ :DDD

[FIC] You and Me, CH2

2010-01-21T20:16:50Z

Title: You and Me
Author: setsuna_k
Pairing: MiQ (side HanChul, YeWook)
Rating: PG - 13
Genre: AU, Romance, Comedy
Type: Multi-Chaptered
Status: On-going
Disclaimer: I own nothing! NOTHING, I TELL YOU!

---

Apron, check. Piercing and ring, check. Perfect legs, check. And Zhou Mi knew he was good to go at Miracle Cafe... despite wearing a pink florally-design apron and holding a beautifully finished bouquet, much to Heechul's persistence.

"YOU'RE SO GORGEOUS, MY MAN!" It was in English, Heechul merrily screamed, and Zhou Mi only understood the man part. What he didn't understand was why he did have to put up with this.

Early morning at Cinderella's after Zhou Mi secured his bike at the back and was about to check in, Heechul greeted him via waltzing towards him with questionable objects at hand. He wanted to focus on guessing what those objects were if only his manager would stop grinning so eerily at him.

And then those were exactly it: flower-power apron and sparking blue roses.

"W-what in the world are you wearing!?" Hangkyung nearly dropped the boxes the second his stepped out from the back room and saw Zhou Mi being flocked around by little Heechul's. "You look--

"AMAZING!" Heechul interjected and shot him a sweety smile. "Feeling envious? I prepared one for you as well!"

"No, thanks. I'm good with this hand-me-down apron." He said, pointing at what Heechul thought as the most offending thing in the world.

And the florist manager couldn't be more loud than he already was.

"No way! YOU LOOK LIKE A REJECT COOK WHO GOT KICKED OUT FROM A FIVE-STAR HOTEL! Only beautiful people are allowed to stay here and surround moi! Wear that frilly yellow one at the counter now!"

"Stop making the gay man out of me!"

"You're already gay for me to begin with, doy!"

"Who in the world said--

Zhou Mi sighed and wondered why ever so early that the two bickered like this when it was scheduled to bicker after lunch, after they ate, after when Heechul would demand more Beijing Fried Rice and Hangkyung would just roll his eyes and tell him that the older one was getting fat.

Hey, it was a Cinderella's thing to do.

Heechul finally turned to Zhou Mi, ignoring the delivery man's protests. "Now here's your role: go to Teukie's place at exactly 11. Your boy and his friends are there. You know why? Because Yesunggie persuaded one of the them - Ryeo-something his name - to stay for lunch! And you'll be there delivering these beauties to Kyuhyun!"

"And then what?" The pole-man groaned, not feeling the successful-ness of the plan just yet. He was too not- ready for this. Because, hey, this was Heechul's plan - bound to trouble as always. "Just give it to him? Like that?"

HIs manager looked at him like he was sprouting nonsense. "What, you want to kiss him already? Why, Seasoning! I'd never!"

"NO!"

"Okay then! Off you go! Don't forget to say my greetings to little Ddang Ko Ma!"

Before Zhou Mi could ask who, he was pushed out from store to the busy streets. Right in front of him was the cafe and Eeteuk-sshi and Yesung-sshi was in it, waving at him too enthusiastically. He sighed and smoothened his pink apron and sniffed the still sweet-scented pearl-blue roses.

Okay, he was really good to go. And dressed to impress? Zhou Mi hoped so. It was now or never.

---

Little chimes filled the quiet and homey place of Miracle Cafe when Zhou Mi entered and spotted quickly the two co-owners. But the two weren't gossiping, as what Heechul would always describe them doing, but were tending to three customers.

Three familiar customers, Zhou Mi corrected, and one of them was him - that good-looking, mysterious and interesting guy.

Oh... god.

His heart wasn't helping him, nor the jitter that shot his legs. He was standing there like an idiot with a bouquet in one hand! Why, of all times--

But then Zhou Mi gaze averted to a glass container with a yellow bulb and mini-forest in it just beside him. He stared, he wondered. What was that? Oh, there was a label that said: Ddang Ko Ma's Private Lair. Feeding time, every after 2 hours. Warning, DO NOT TOUCH, TURTLE BITES LIKE DOG. DO NOT STARE, TURTLE BLUSHES. - YESUNG.

Oh. OH. So this was Ddang Ko Ma. A friggin' turtle that Heechul wanted to say hello at. What the hell?

"Zhou Mi-ah! Bring it here!" Eeteuk called from the counter, making the pole-man snap out of his turtle-stupor and deal with the real problem at hand -- which was giving the flower to certain someone. He looked and saw the three not particularly interested with who the manager was talking to and continued eating.

Zhou Mi felt a little ignored. No, it's okay, it's okay.

And, again, it was impossible not to notice the close interaction between a small guy and Yesung - behind the counter as well and was busy grinning while wiping-clean the utensils.

"Oh, those just are the prettiest things I've ever seen!" Eeteuk practically squealed and this made the three finally looked behind them, at him. Out of curiosity, of course.

It was the briefest moment, but surely the most exciting one when Zhou Mi found himself getting lost with Kyuhyun's wondering gaze. Those were the most beautiful questioning eyes he had ever seen, Zhou Mi awed and tugged the sides of lips, smiling now. Not only pretty eyes but Kyuhyun looked stunningly breath-taking. And Zhou Mi couldn't believe this was happening.

He almost ALMOST started smiling back when the large bouquet caught his attention and Kyuhyun instantly paled with the accompaniment of suddenly big eyes. Kyuhyun then swallowed; Zhou Mi noticed this and grew alarmed.

Uh, oh. Something was wrong.

"I-I gotta go. See you later." It was in a stuttering manner, like frightened and Kyuhyun hastily took his bag without another word and started making exit. His two friends were just as surprised as the other three older men.

Was it deliberately? Or just Zhou Mi? But when Kyuhyun was coming near to where he was - just at the entrance - he jerked and moved away, clamping a hand over his mouth and eyes tightly closing, all the while when Kyuhyun was near Zhou Mi. He got out from the cafe so quickly like he was in dead hurry.

Zhou Mi stood there, shocked. "Do I offend? It's... It's the apron, isn't it?" He said, teary-eyed.

"No no no! Not the apron!" Eeteuk and Yesung rushed to his side, showering him with comfort. The remaining two just exchanged gazes.

"Crap, he didn't bring his medicine, did he?" The pink-man asked.

"Probably not, after reacting like that, I bet he forgot." The third, smaller male said.

Yesung turned, looking at the two. "Ryeowook-ah, what just happened to your friend?"

"Ah, Kyuhyun's very allergic to flower, hyung. Really allergic! Right now, he's having dots all over him or... well, coughing fit. It depends with the flowers, actually. But he'll be fine after... how many hours, Sungmin-hyung?"

"Three hours max."

Eeteuk looked appalled. "That's just horrible!" He then turned to the still speechless Zhou Mi and rubbed his back. "I'm really sorry for this, Mimi-ah. We didn't know. Please don't cut ties with Miracle Cafe! We need Cinderella's for more entertainment!"

What in the world did that have to do with--- never mind.

Zhou Mi just stared downwards and knew he shouldn't fret over this because he already anticipated trouble ahead. Then again, it was the first - their first interaction and this happened! Kyuhyun avoided him like he was some kind plaque! Could he be anymore unluckier than this?

"Wait, you're the guy from that flower shop, aren't you? The one who looks like... what did Kyuhyun say again?" Ryeowook turned to Sungmin, with a knowing look. Sungmin just smiled back at him.

"Sunshine? Because of his smile, he said."

Oh? OH???

Okay, so maybe he wasn't that unlucky. Not after hearing that. Because it wasn't everyday that Zhou Mi got compliments as being compared to the sun.

It was a hint of... hope? How he prayed so.

Good thing it wasn't his apron that made Kyuhyun sick or else Heechul had Hell to pay for.

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A/N: THAT. I hope I ended this chapter right. Comments and loves are most welcomed! And suggestions too! EVERYONE, FREE DONUTS AT THE EXIT AREA!

[FIC] You and Me

2010-01-17T15:18:59Z

Title: You and Me
Author: setsuna_k
Pairing: MiQ (side HanChul, YeWook)
Rating: PG - 13
Genre: AU, Romance, Comedy
Type: Multi-Chaptered
Status: On-going
Disclaimer: I OWN THEM! LET'S CELEBRATE! *then gets killed after 2 seconds*

Summary: Florist Zhou Mi likes the boy who passes by to his workplace. Heechul is his insane manager who pokes fun about his interest. And Eeteuk and Yesung are a duo of gossipers helping Zhou Mi to his interest... well, maybe?

And the boy who passes by at the flower shop happens to be allergic to flowers... and flower boys. Problem and hilarity, stage left!

*

It was impossible not to miss him again. There he was, walking with headphones attached to both ears and holding a PSP with fast-clicking hands. He wasn't looking anywhere, not even aware of Zhou Mi's fond gaze following him until he was too far away from the flower shop.

Zhou Mi let out a deep sigh when the boy disappeared. Who was he? Who was that boy with tousled, brown hair and full lips? What was his name?

Those were just some of the things Zhou Mi thought every time that boy passed by for the previous weeks - and it began during Zhou Mi's first day of work at the flower shop of the amazing Kim Heechul, his manager.

"Seasoning! You're missing watering the Petunia-babies again! Give me that nozzle!"

That was then Zhou Mi realized that he was, oh yeah, just outside the shop, tending to fully bloomed flowers with a running hose in hand. He was getting distracted for the nth time of this week than he could allow.

"Ah-oh, sorry."

Heechul gave him the I-know-what's-wrong-with-you look. "Did the kid pass by again? Didn't I tell you to approach him already? Just get it over with and talk to him!"

"I-I don't know..."

It wasn't that Zhou Mi didn't think of that option before but suddenly approaching him as a stranger with flowers in hand and big, sunshine smiles on lips might scare the latter away.

He wasn't exactly the most good-looking flower guy around the neighborhood to get swooned at at first sight too, he added, much to his dismay.

This was better, he told himself - better to just quietly admire the good-looking boy from afar.

But he guessed Heechul wouldn't live it down just like that.

"If I see that kid again, I swear I'll drag him here and---

The bell dinged - there was a customer - and Zhou Mi miraculously escaped another sermon-round from his manager when the latter waltzed right back in the shop with open-arms and blinding smiles at their clients.

"Oh, welcome to Cinderella's!"

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"Gege! I didn't know you'd be dropping by! Are these the new flowers from the main house?"

Hankyung greeted with heavy breathing as he placed down pots and boxes of freshly picked flowers at back-room with Zhou Mi happily watching him from the sides. He swiped his sweat-covered forehead with the back of his hand and beamed.

"Yeah, well, your boss here wanted blue roses all of sudden. This wasn't supposed to be delivered until next week. He even made five orders of it!" He said in exasperated manner, almost throwing his hand up on the air in defeat. "Why is Heechul torturing me like this?"

"Hyung just likes you." Zhou Mi said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Well, it was no secret really, since Heechul practically PR-ed his feelings - harmful to just plain playful - to the Chinese delivery man the moment the manager laid eyes on Hankyung.

The older man cringed, as if shuddering at the words itself. "No way, he wants to make my life so miserable because he can't find entertainment here! What am I, his amusement park?"

"That you are, Geng!" From the back-room's entrance stood a smirking Heechul in pink apron. "Now, my amusement park, bring three dozens of those rose out here and you, Seasoning, start wrapping up flowers! We got orders!"

Currently, Cinderella's was manned by three people only: Delivery man Hankyung, Employee Zhou Mi and Manager Heechul.

Three was a crowd, Zhou Mi mused as he watched the two bickered - "You're a slave driver! You're a Hitler in disguise!" and then "Well, aren't you my slave? Ohohoho!" - as they made their way out of the room. Hadn't the two noticed that unusual smiles on their lips when they were around each other?

Probably not.

Yet.

And Zhou Mi smiled at that.

It was again the inevitable that when they were out in the main store area, Zhou Mi once again saw the boy through their large glass window. Out there was him and two friends - a feminine-man with pink decorations on him and a smaller one with prominent cheekbones. They were chattering enthusiastically and Zhou Mi wondered what the boy's voice sounded like.

He got distracted again and Heechul bonked him with an unfinished wedding wreath.

"WORK!"

Hankyung leaned in close and whispered. "I told you he's a spawn of Hitle--OWW!"

The wedding wreath never really got to be finished. It just got worse.

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The phone rang loudly the next day, when Zhou Mi was trying to be less obvious looking through window while he was at the counter waiting for a certain passer-by. He was half-attentive when he picked it up because Heechul was busy making the delivery-man's life a living Hell at the store's front.

"Hel--

"HEENIM! I JUST FOUND OUT FROM ONE MY CUSTOMERS THAT THE KID'S NAME IS KYUHYUN! NOW I WANT THAT 30 BUCKS YOU OWE ME!"

Zhou Mi blinked at the receiver. "Eeteuk-sshi...?"

There was a long, quiet pause... followed by an "uh-oh." from the backgrounds which never sounded good when Eeteuk of Miracle Cafe across the street was in collaboration (or worse, conspiracy?!) with Heechul of Cinderella's. Trouble was clearly up ahead, Zhou Mi anticipated already.

Evening did clarify trouble when Heechul called for an emergency meeting - with him and Hankyung - during closing hours.

"One of the boys of your little crush is a regular customer at Miracle Cafe and thanks to me, of course, I asked Teukie to know the kid's name!

"You did what?!" Zhou Mi stared agape and he was ready to be swallowed delightfully by the floors out of embarrassment. "You told Eeteuk-sshi?!"

"My amazing connections and instinct told me to tell him. There's no need to worry about that! Teukie understands that Cinderella's people are a couple of gay guys, really. I mean, who insane man would work at a girly shop like this? US, OF COURSE!"

Hankyung interjected, coughing against his hand. "I'm being dragged here against my will. BY YOU."

"Oh, shut up and clean the floor, disneyland."

Zhou Mi banged his head against the cool, glass window as if trying to find comfort. It didn't and the anxiety only worsened when Heechul sashayed inside the back room with empty containers in hand, hollering back at him.

"Get ready tomorrow, Seasoning! You're about to meet Kyuhyun in the hands of Cupid Heechul and his second banana, Geng!"

"Who you calling second banana?!"

"Oh, I love you too!"

Zhou Mi gulped and contemplated of missing out work tomorrow. But then again, this was a chance, right? Still, this was Heechul who made all things impossible to possible, he was talking about. Trouble loved Heechul and Heechul loved it back.

Uh, oh.

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Continue?

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A/N: After a long hiatus, I'M BACK! And it's more QMi for us! Let's celebrate! And, oh, comments and love are highly appreciated! Here, have an internet muffins and cakes!

[FIC] Little Interruptions, ONE-SHOT

2009-12-13T14:20:28Z

Title: Little Interruptions
Author: setsuna_k
Pairing: MiQ
Rating: NC-17-ish
Genre: Romance, Comedy, Mature
Type: Oneshot
Disclaimer: Oh, sure. I own them... NOT.

Summary: Doing it in a club was the sexiest plan Zhou Mi had thought of so far. Sadly, he hadn't thought of the possibility of "little interruptions" ruining everything so easily. What was a hormonally-stressed Seasoning to do?

*

He thought he couldn't see anything with these dim, flickering lights on but when colorful hues started shooting up from different directions, he finally adjusted his sight with the dark environment.

In front of him were strangers - young, well-built and good-looking - dancing and moving. Some were swaying their hips with the beat of the music while others were waving their arms in matching rhythms. Fast, upbeat melody blared from countless speakers - filling up this claustrophobic place with nothing but rocking music.

It was a little awkward to dance alone, Kyuhyun thought, and stood like a strayed puppy among the club-goer dogs. From the distance he saw Donghae and Eunhyuk turned and popped in symmetry like the professional dancers they were. Not too far away, there was Ryeowook, frightened and timid, holding hands with Yesung, bold and sure. No body contact, Kyuhyun noted; only their hands touching as they move together.

Then he caught a sight of their leader, together with Heechul and Hankyung, at the bar area taking small sips of god-knows-what type of wines and refreshments. How come he was there at the dance floor - clueless as he was - when he could be with the older guys and be safe? Kyuhyun would rather drink countless brands than dance like an idiot. Seriously, why was he here again?

Ah, yes, to celebrate. They had won again - Super Junior taking the Golden Disk Award by storm. Kyuhyun finally remembered.

"Come here."

A delicate hand caught his arm and was pulled in the middle where there was more mass of people than Kyuhyun could handle. It turned suffocating all of sudden and with so many people moving, he felt himself getting dizzy. Funny, he hadn't had any drinks yet.

"Closer. Or else you'd get lost with the crowd. You wouldn't want that, right?"

He felt himself being pressed - chest to chest - tightly and moved slowly, trying to catch up with the andante of the song. His face was mushed against the polo shirt and when they suddenly moved backwards, Kyuhyun almost fell. Reflexively, he reached out front and pulled his partner for balance, which costed Kyuhyun to press his body firmly and much more closely.

"Kui Xian, you're funny, holding me like this. I thought you didn't like skinship?"

"Shut up, Zhou Mi."

There was a soft chuckle and was followed by a hand snaking behind and stopping to hold his waist. Kyuhyun glanced up through his burgundy locks and saw Zhou Mi - forever with his blinding whites - smiling down on him while holding him in place. With tentative steps, they began to dance again.

It was by accident that their hips aligned and brushed, causing Kyuhyun into a frenzy of blushing and quiet squeaking. That was not supposed to happen, not when he felt something against Zhou Mi's. So he moved away, only to have another person from behind him hitting his rear and pushing him back to Zhou Mi; their hips rubbing again.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Mi whispered, trying to be as audible against the blasting music. Kyuhyun gulped and turned, calming his erratic heart after feeling that warm breath ghosting over his sensitive ear.

"N-nothing." He choked.

"Hmm... " Zhou Mi hummed unconvincingly, moving his face dangerously next to Kyuhyun's and breathed, low and sultry. "I don't think so."

As swift as the fast music, Zhou Mi brought Kyuhyun closer that their bodies ground and tangled. Kyuhyun felt cold fingers making their way under his shirt and gasped inwardly when Zhou Mi touched his skin; his nails scratching, leaving burning mark, moving upward.

Something soft - hot and wet - grazed over his exposed neck and Kyuhyun saw Zhou Mi leaning in to have more suckles and bites spots. He gasped, louder this time, when after biting, Zhou Mi ran his slick tongue - slowly and insanely - over the abused skin upward to a helpless ear.

"Y-you can't do this here." Kyuhyun managed but weakened when his earlobe got nipped and sucked - the slurping sound more louder than any of the music in the club. His eye-lids felt heavy and his head shot back, cursing the pleasure shooting sparks in his body. "S-sto--

"Shh. No one is looking."

With squinted eyes, Kyuhyun looked around noticed that, indeed, everyone was too busy with their own dancing, oblivious. That somehow was a little relief on him, but not down to his pants when Zhou Mi let go of his waist and cupped his ass.

"Zhou Mi!" He hissed, seriously this time but much to his dismay, Zhou Mi progressed on and had his skillful hands rubbing over Kyuhyun's jean-covered thighs and stopping abruptly at the glinting buckle of his belt; his fingers teasingly playing with the lock. "Fuck."

"I know you want to, Kui Xian." Zhou Mi spoke of too much desire and certainty that it left Kyuhyun moaning at the lingering contact of palm between the angle of his thighs. Sure it left him breathless, crazy and wanting more but it was too dangerous to do anything here, at this public place where anyone can see them - the members, their managers and nearby spectators.

But the mere thought of it sent Kyuhyun in a rush of uncontrollable passion. Zhou Mi was with him, holding him, touching him in questionable places and doing things with him. "A-ah..."

Zhou Mi grabbed him by the shoulders and pressed bodies once again, blocking anyone's view to down there, finally unzipping Kyuhyun's jeans carefully and, oh yes, there it was - bulging and twitching in anticipation against cotton undergarment - Kyuhyun's manhood.

"Breathe my name." Zhou Mi ordered, his once normal cheery tone turned hot, demanding and so, so sexy that was enough to drive Kyuhyun up the wall. When there was no reply, Zhou Mi groped him - not too roughly but not too gently either.

Their eyes met in a fleeting moment and Kyuhyun saw the dark look on Zhou Mi's eyes - something he wasn't used to seeing - lighted by the colorful lights and flickering bulbs. He swallowed and held on to the taller man when the latter continued kneading him down there, disregarding everything around them. A breathy moan escaped his parted lips and clung on to Zhou Mi when a probing finger found its way into the recesses of his boxers. "Z-zhou mi... Please..."

"Please what?" Came a smooth, easy reply from Zhou Mi as if unaffected with the steamy touching and seductive whispering. But the older man knew he felt restraints and difficulty down his pants as well. That'd be fixed soon, he smirked. Really, really soon - against cool tiles and under cold water, inside their hotel's bathroom.

"T-take me..." Was all Kyuhyun's reply, followed after a growl inside his throat. It was the sound of want, desire and demand, Zhou Mi knew, and when Kyuhyun wrapped his lanky arms around his neck for support - tight and firm - Zhou Mi felt himself being gratified and satisfied...

..but ended too quickly, too suddenly and so, so annoyingly when Donghae and Eunhyuk clumsily stumbled their way after running, bumping Kyuhyun who ended up hitting Zhou Mi who expertedly pulled his already burning hands and fell down. Inwardly, Zhou Mi made a list of different chinese profanities - from historical ones to the new ones - he was ready to blow at the two.

"OH SHIT! IT'S THE FAAAANS!! RUN FOR THE YOUR LIVEEES!" The duo shrieked in sheer panic and ran next to where the other members were - at the bar. Now, more members were being chased after by women - young and pretty who were screaming and shouting adoration.

Kyuhyun tailed behind quickly with burning cheeks and thumping heart while zipping back his fly, shouting back at Zhou Mi as he scurried off. "C'mon! What are you doing sitting there for?! We gotta go!!"

Zhou Mi sighed, scampering at his feet and running after the group with an unsatisfied look all over his face, body and down there. "Fuck this." With that, he followed.

Seriously, it was never easy to be an idol star and neither easy to date another idol star, of the same group, with these interruptions going on. Really, this was the third time it happened! The third time! What the hell!?

*

A/N: Lol. This is so crack. I looped MBLAQ's Oh Yeah so that I could write the club-part... then came the real action and had to halt because, seriously, when things get so hot and sexy, I couldn't seem to continue it! I NEED MYSELF A SMUT WRITER, DAMN.

And poor Zhou Mi! Bb thought he'd be getting some Kyuhyun-loving but gaaah. :DDDDDD

So, yeah, help me relieve myself (and Zhou Mi) and grant me a MiQ smut pleeeease? Anyone? *bribes with large-sized cookies and cakes*

[FIC ] Doll Me, CH5

2009-12-11T14:46:46Z

Title: Doll Me
Author: setsuna_k
Pairing: QMi * MiQ
Rating: PG - 13
Genre: AU, Romance, Comedy, Fluff
Type: Multi - Chapter
Status: Complete

Disclaimer: Reality likes to play tricks with me! I don't own them, even if I wanted to! :D

Summary: It all began with stealing and Kyuhyun soon found out that not only did Zhou Mi take his doll, he managed to take Kyuhyun's heart as well!

*

He paced back and forth for the umpteenth time, already making a short path-mark right in front of this... odd building. Scratch that, this unbelievable building was covered with vines, stood away from other simple bungalows and looked so so old – like a historical sight with a twist, European! Was there a place like this near the school, Kyuhyun never knew before.

A flashback crossed his mind and remembered how worried Sungmin was when he announced that he was paying a visit to Seasoning, or so that was what he remembered easily about Zhou Mi the senior's identity. According to reliable resources, aka Yesung and Ryeowook (the dynamic duo of information) that Zhou Mi lived in an all-boy dormitory called SJ Dormitories ran by the infamous Park Jungsoo. No, he wasn't going there to meet his admirer but to claim Mimi back.

Because after that incident inside the infirmary, Zhou Mi refused showing up, much less made any contact with Kyuhyun. And yes, it bothered Cho Kyuhyun to an extent that he had to see the man himself. How could he possibly get Mimi back when the captor was missing in action all the time at school? Even seniors Heechul and Han Geng, now their buddies, much to Heechul's persistence on, we're in-laws, now! Show some brotherly loooove! statement, he pretty much had no choice but to confront him because the couple couldn't.

Sungmin was too eager to be friends with them. Kyuhyun on the other hand sensed even more catastrophe up ahead.

Back at the problem at hand, he stood idly in front of the gate watching and observing and doing some relaying on how to go about this. Maybe he should try, “Hey, is someone this tall and this happy and this loud lived here?” or “Excuse me, but my doll's in there at the hands of my-- okay, never mind.” or “Does a Seasoning stay here?”

“Ah, why, there is!”

Kyuhyun nearly jumped and tumbled with the trash bins at the side when a figure loomed behind him, beaming too enthusiastically while holding a grocery of vegetable. He watched Kyuhyun with a knowing look but said nothing, and instead beamed even more. “I'm Leeteuk, landlord here and goes by the real name Park Jungsoo. If you're looking for Zhou Mi, he's in there. Would you like me to seek you there? Ah, also, have supper with us! We rarely have visitors!”

“No, wait! I was just--

And before Kyuhyun knew it, he was dragged inside with such breeze that he didn't understand how someone like Leeteuk, skinny and somewhat petite, had such strength? They stopped; Kyuhyun wheezing for moment, finally took a glance around and awed.

Musical instruments were laid around, from simple percussion to expensive keyboards, displayed like candies in a sweet-shop. On the right were notes and guidelines and to the left were trophies – silver, platinum and gold. What was this, some kind of famous band's dormitory that had tenants as amazing musicians and artists? Kyuhyun liked the sound of that. A lot.

“Sorry for the mess! The boys are just so...” Leeteuk trailed off as he turned to corner, to the kitchen perhaps. Kyuhyun stood stupidly, as if he was in a different dimension and wanted nothing more than to grab any instrument he could reach and play, even though clueless to anything because he was the voice-type-instrument. Couldn't play a simple instrument unless threatened to, he resolved.

“Zhou Mi’s probably at his room. Haven’t seen him down here since this morning! Kids shouldn’t cage themselves inside---KANGIN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

Something swift passed behind Kyuhyun and he thought that there was something big, like a wild animal on the loose but instead was graced with a man on his boxers holding... a large pink blouse? Said shirtless man was in rage and had the interesting piece of article between his fingers, gingerly dangling it on the air.

“Where’s Eunhyuk?! I’mma gonna kill that bastard for mixing my white shirt with his laundry! Just look at what he did, Hyung! My favorite workout top ruined! For fuck’s sake, show me the bastard!”

Eeteuk gulped and gestured Kyuhyun to move away, pointing the stairs going upward and mouthing, Go, now. Danger, coming. The young man quickly scampered away, his mind clouded with, This dormitory is seriously insane!

He got away safely and would be running back later to check the nice man if the latter was still alive. He should be, he was the infamous Park Jungsoo!

The second floor looked relatively normal compared to the messy first floor; the latter consisted with lots of doors at both sides, each entrance with interesting labels on it: Hankyung with Chinese implications, Kibum with flashing light bulbs (like Hollywood, thought amusedly by Kyuhyun), Shindong with a bowl of ramen stickers and many, many more. By the end of the hallway, a simple Zhou Mi sign caught Kyuhyun’s attention and for a moment, he wondered, should he just barge inside or knock like any normal person?

Never mind that thought, the door was slightly open and there was a faint sound of running water. Kyuhyun peeked inside, quietly and stealthily, and saw an empty bed, organized desk, accessories displayed, Mimi sitting happily on thick books, another door leading somewhere – bathroom, for sure – and a big close—

HOLD ONE MINUTE. JUST HOLD ONE MINUTE HERE. DID HE JUST SEE MIMI THERE!?

He reached for it without a second thought and there it was, on his palm was his prized possession from China: Mimi still had his bright smile, raven-kissed crown and porcelain skin and fashionable clothes. No damage, no misplacement and no distortion, as what senior Heechul confidently claimed.

Mimi was in perfect condition, just like how Kyuhyun remembered it last. He couldn't believe it – both the fact that Mimi was okay and that his heart was beating rapidly inside his chest with reasons unknown.

There was a rummaging sound, followed by a door opening and revealing a towel-covered Zhou Mi, wet, glistening and... and...

Kyuhyun swallowed, easing that uncomfortable lump on his throat. “...and hot.”

He was too busy flicking his damp hair and by the time he realized he wasn't alone inside his room, Zhou Mi glanced around with lucid eyes and saw Kyuhyun's own orbs too glued on him, standing from a spot he wasn't supposed to. Heck, Kyuhyun wasn't supposed to be there at all – at this time of hour, inside his room, in a building he shouldn't know in the first place.

Zhou Mi shrieked; a deafening, high-pitched shriek enough to rival any girl's.

*

Donghae trudged down the stairs, but his head turned to where the scream was, worried and wondering. “Is Zhou Mi okay? The last time I hear him shout like that was when cockroaches infested his shower a couple of weeks ago.”

“He's fine.” Was all Eeteuk's reply while soothing an upset Kangin with treats. “He should be, his little crush is over.”

“What, really?! I GOTTA SEE HIM THEN!” The eager Donghae was ready to dash upstairs when Landlord got him by the sleeves and sat him down next to a stuffed Kangin, now less upset, and shook a finger at the younger male.

“No, you won't! You'll stay here and let them by themselves!”

*

He was stuttering now, much worse than rambling nonstop, and felt his knees weakening and head spinning. He only had a towel on and the cold temperature sent him shivering and should take this a sign to wear proper, AND WARM clothes now. But how could he when Kyuhyun – looking extra good and handsome, Zhou Mi gulped – stood between him and his treasured closet?

“W-w-w-what are you doing here...?!” He just had to let that out, without realizing that on Kyuhyun's hands was Mimi the doll and, yes, afterwards, he did mental head-slap. He's here to take the doll, stupid. Doy! I'm doomed as hell!

“Heechu-- I mean, your friend, the one with longer hair, told me about you and the reason why you took this.” He raised Mimi carefully and then tenderly tucked it on his arms. Zhou Mi, awed and breath-taken now that Cho Kyuhyun was talking to him – at the worse possible moment but, hell, who cared?! - remained quiet, submissive to anything that was coming right at him.

“That's why I'm taking it back. I want my Mimi back--” Kyuhyun trailed off, with a hint of seriousness in his voice. Was that anger Zhou Mi was also hearing? Disappointment? Irritation? Zhou Mi had finally did it! Kyuhyun would be dumping him now for stealing and pretending and embarrassing himself even before he could properly do anything an--

“--only if you promise to show yourself at school next week Monday.”

What?

Wait, what?

*

There, he finally did it – claiming Mimi and saying what he wanted to say. Now was the best time to hurry out the room, hide his already hot face and take Mimi home where it belonged before Zhou Mi noticed his red cheeks and faltering voice.

The knob was already close to his fingertips when a strong hand slammed against the door, successfully stopping any further attempt of escaping. Kyuhyun looked up and gasped when Zhou Mi's face was dangerously close to his, this almost skin-ship interaction made his heart leap out of his throat.

“What did you say? Do you want to see me? At school? For real?”

“Err, maybe?”

Zhou Mi's smile was infectious and did more damage with Kyuhyun's already racing heart. He then inched closer, possibly even nearer than allowed but Kyuhyun wasn't complain when he felt the droplets from Zhou Mi's damp hair to his skin. Where was that blabbering-mouth guy before? Since when did that guy change to this sultry, fine-looking male standing so sexily in front of him?

“I like Mimi, by the way.”

“You do, huh? I like him, err, it, too.”

“Ah, but I like you even more.”

“You do, huh--

Kyuhyun's breathing hitched when he felt Zhou Mi grazed his fresh-from-the-showers face against his, rubbing his smooth, soft cheeks to his. It wasn't a kiss nor a hug but a simple form a newly profound intimacy and Kyuhyun found himself blacking out. His head processed nothing and his heart just thumped too loudly inside. And where the hell did the butterflies in his tummy come from?!

Heechul wasn't kidding when he said that Seasoning was damn romantic. He really, really was.

“Kui Xian, go out with me, please?”

There was no more stuttering, no more insane rambling idiotically, only happy smiles and shy glances and the occasional gentle touching. Cho Kyuhyun had never felt such happiness brought about by this living sunshine.

Maybe receiving and losing Mimi was not a mistake, after all this time. It was fate that it did to meet Zhou Mi, his long-time shy admirer of the senior batch. Kyuhyun pretty much thought of that, after nuzzling back against Zhou Mi tender caresses.

“Aigoo, I should really change.”

“You should.”

That statement was followed by loud sneeze, then a sniffle.

*

“Kui Xian, look!” A bubbly Zhou Mi bounced next to Kyuhyun with a small bag in hand – a present more like it – and Sungmin curiously watched them from the sides. “Clothes!”

“For you? They're kind... small, Zhou Mi. I mean the package.” Kyuhyun remarked with questioning brow as the trio made their way inside the cafeteria. Finally settling down, Zhou Mi shoved the bag to Kyuhyun's hands.

“Open it! You'll like it!”

Kyuhyun and Sungmin exchanged wondering gazes for a brief moment until deciding to open the gift and pulling out a set of ultra small – no man nor child would fit – clothing and accessories. Zhou Mi clapped merrily while the two stared in dumbfound.

“For KyuMi! I sew them!”

“Ah.”

As expected from the thoughtful Zhou Mi to create adorable clothes for KyuMi – previously known as Mimi, this was the third set of clothes he had sewn in a month. He was saying something about how good-looking and wonderful KyuMi was that it had to wear chic clothes all the time. Funny thing was, whatever Zhou Mi wore during their dates, he made a small version of it for KyuMi to wear. He also said something about buying a custom-made ball-jointed doll that had Kyuhyun's features.

Kyuhyun smiled at that. He just loved this idiot even more. Whether it was his sweetness or dorkiness, it didn't matter really.

“Hey, that's Kibum! And, wait, there's something on his arms--

The trio looked at the direction of Zhou Mi's dorm-mate walking with such refinement and poise that everyone inside the cafeteria seemed to have noticed his presence. Because not only did his face and smile caught attention, the doll on his arm caught eyes as well.

“Isn't that... YOU, SUNGMIN?!” Kyuhyun gaped, pointing at the doll with child-like facial characteristic, beautiful blonde hair and pink attire. Zhou Mi observed closely, only to nod convincingly at the sight of the doll.

“Ah! It does look like you, Sungmin!”

Sungmin turned beet red than never before and sunk lowly at his seat. “No way... Kibum...” He blushed even more.

From where he sat, next to Heechul and Han Geng, Kibum whispered quietly. “Do you think he noticed it?”

“Trust me, Kibum. It did. Wait until you guys bump with each other! Falling down the stairs, confronting inside the infirmary and meeting you at the dorm are a must!”

Han Geng sighed and shook his head before having the last of fried rice on his plate, bracing himself for another round of trouble, all thanks to his nosy lover.

“There goes Heechul again.”

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END

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A/N: And so it ends! My very first 3+ QMi chapter done and it's all because I'm having a similar situation like what Zhou Mi had, minus the stealing and the dorm-thingy. CONFESSION! That's all there is to it! And yes, I listen too much SJ-M songs (YOU KNOW, WHEN YOU REALLY LOVE SOMEONE, JUST GO FOR IT!).

Tee hee! Thank you for tuning in, I hope you guys liked the ending! There'd be some stand-alone epilogues, extras and one-shots based on this, well, maybe?

For these lovely readers, miangel_zezchic , xkeirafanx , prolaa , chegaris , alexishero , kyuhyunlover3 , reyinn , thedeal18 , beachbottoms , xelfishx .

[FIC] Doll Me, CH4

2009-12-08T14:27:03Z

Title: Doll Me
Author: setsuna_k
Pairing: QMi
Genre: AU, Romance, Comedy, Fluff
Rating: PG - 13
Type: Multi - Chaptered
Status: On-Going
Disclaimer: C'mon, it's unlikely that I own them. But hey, maybe if I earn enough, I can? *idiot*

Summary: It all began with stealing and Kyuhyun soon found out that not only did Zhou Mi took his doll, he managed to take Kyuhyun's heart as well!

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“YOU LOST THE DOLL?! THE DOLL WAS THIS BIG AND EASY TO SPOT AND YOU LOST IT?!”

“Unnie, I meant to say that I think someone sto--

He just closed his eyes for a moment, to take deep breaths to calm his panicking nerves and then saw a new person in front of him

“Oh, my baby. I spent such large amount of money for that just for you and this is what I'm hearing the second I step inside?”

“Grandmom, I told you! I think someone stol--

He shook his head, praying that the incoming migraine would stop halfway but it didn't. Instead, it got worse when another person appeared.

“Kyuhyun-ah! Did you know? Dolls like Mimi are so rare in China and said to be cursed! I read that when you mistreat them – like you know, losing them – they say that they'll come back to get you! Maybe that dude IS Mimi and he's out to g--

Kyuhyun jolted up, only to have his head hit another. He fell back and good thing that a soft pillow caught him, making him calm and breathe and to assess the situation, finally, with blurry eyes. There was no angry Ahra-unnie yelling at him, no disappointed grandmom making him awful and no noisy Sungmin pressuring him. A dream, he thought quietly. A not-so-good glimpse of the future. Damn.

Then there was... a smile?

It was a very gentle but blinding smile and Kyuhyun felt like he was staring at the sun, or something unbelievably bright and happy.

“Good! You're finally awake! I thought you wouldn't come around until much later! I was so worried and was about to ask for anyone but then you started making pained faces and then y--

This... being, too loud. The bed-ridden Kyuhyun's head ached even more and not only because he hit it.

“--ou suddenly sat up and then bumped heads with me! I think a bruise is forming on my forehead. Ah, yours too.” A hand pointed and Kyuhyun's fingertips gingerly touched the said spot, and boy did it hurt so bad. Jesus, what in the world did he do to get this?

Recollection of just about everything that happened earlier flooded in, starting from waiting for Sungmin at the rooftop, eavesdropping to discovering that--

There was no need to continue that, not when Kyuhyun caught himself gaping at the male sitting next to his bed, babbling nonstop. Kyuhyun couldn't believe that this was happening. Right now, face to face, Mimi was in front of him!

Well, not exactly. It was the dude, he remembered all too clearly, who he saw – much to his shock – way before. It was the same man who wore the exact replica of his doll's clothes with same hairstyle, same smile, similar everything. It was the same man who Sungmin warned about so skeptically. It was the same man he saw at the rooftop, before ungracefully stumbling the down the stairs.

It was him again. For the second time around. This... handsome guy.

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He was rambling like there was no tomorrow and Zhou Mi knew that when he was nervous, he spoke like hell a lot. Sure it was okay if he was around Heechul or Han Geng and talk talk talk but around THE Cho Kyuhyun, in bed – not that he was complaining or anything – now was not the greatest time to ramble like an idiot. Obviously.

Zhou Mi was losing points, fast.

“I-If you feel any pain, I'll call someone, anyone. I'm not actually good with the First Aid kit and I swear I couldn't treat any wound even if my life depended on it and--

“Just who are you?”

Zhou Mi finally stopped and looked directly at the younger one, feeling an awful lump on his throat all of sudden. Cho Kyuhyun was staring at him suspiciously and he needed to say something. Quickly. “Uh, right, I'm Zho--

The door burst open and marched right inside a fuming Heechul being tailed by a worried Han Geng. “SEASONING, ARE YOU HERE?! I got your message and you better not damage that doll after falling down or else you're in a heap of trouble, you damn brat! That ain't yours to begin wit--

Han Geng had clumsily clamped Heechul's mouth after seeing Zhou Mi shaking his head in utter disbelief and next to him was another person who seemed like he had eyes bulging out, bordering to popping out, on the bed.

“Doll...? What doll? My doll?” The bed-ridden student asked and Zhou Mi quickly turned and flailed his arms around in panic.

“K-Kui Xian! I can explain!” Then he covered his mouth and cursed inwardly. Crap, did I just say that?

Could things get any more worse than this?

“KYUHYUN! I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE! YESUNG-HYUNG SAW YOU BEING CARRIED AWAY TO THE INFIRMARY! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!”

By the the door came thundering in another guest and Zhou Mi knew he had seen this person with Cho Kyuhyun many times before. It was the effeminate friend of his love interest.

He wondered – quietly to himself – for the second time if things could get any more worse than this.

It did, when Kyuhyun's unidentified buddy stopped at his track, stared with wide eyes – darting at him to Kyuhyun and back to him again – and aimed a pointy finger at Zhou Mi. He growled poisonously, “YOU!”

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“K-Kui Xian! I can explain!” The male beside the bed waved his arms around in odd circles.

He heard it again, Kui Xian, from the that girly-man and to this... questionable handsome guy and Kyuhyun knew that they were referring to him. Who else could possibly be it? It had to be him, especially now that a doll – his doll – seemed to have thrown into this insane fiasco.

He was ready to demand some kind of proper explanation from these odd older guys but halted when Sungmin came bolting in, screeching too loudly. He watched with curious-turned-surprised eyes when his best friend saw the man again and barked at him. It was as clear as the sun that sweet and happy Sungmin hated Mr. Suspicious.

“YOU!”

Seasoning, Kyuhyun overheard, held up his hand, as if being arrested by a police for big, big crime committed. He looked pleadingly at his companions but the two just stared at him; one even had his hands crossed over his chest and face pure expressionless. This girly-man looked not amused at all.

“See? I told you one way or another they'll get you.”

“Heechul-hyung...” The way his eyes teared up and mouth pouting adorably, Kyuhyun had never seen such an interesting expression. He was used to seeing Mimi's smiles all the time and now that someone who looked similarly as his doll, Kyuhyun witnessed a whole lot of facial expressions.

It was amusingly... cute.

But Sungmin intervened, displeased being tossed aside so simply. He ran to the bed's side and glowered at the trio, “I don't know what's exactly happening but if you guys are pulling some kind of prank here, you've got another thing coming! You stole Mimi, didn't you?!”

“That's the doll's name? Mimi?” Heechul held back a cackle and turned to Han Geng, greatly amused. “And then there's Mi at Zhou Mi! Coincidence, I think not!”

What the hell was he saying, Kyuhyun was endlessly baffled. And this Zhou Mi person couldn't get any redder than he already was. Could someone please explain the situation? Things just got puzzling and puzzling and--

“Well, give it back then if guys have it! What are you, 6-years-old stealing toys from another? Oh, right, sure. How mature.”

Heechul stopped grinning and looked dangerously serious. “Look here, kid. Seasoning here...” - he pointed Zhou Mi. - “...has a damn good reason to take that doll. The brat made sure he didn't damage your precious little Mimi so don't go accusing us of pulling your legs. Shisus, haven't you heard of unconventional way of confessing? We don't just waltz in and introduce ourselves. We do it differently. Zhou Mi wants it do it differently. He's too fucking romantic, really.”

Kyuhyun forgot how to breathe when he heard the last line – completely stunned and surprised.

“If Seasoning returned your doll immediately then there's no more reason for him to chase after your boy. He'd go back sulking, whining to us about how to go about approaching prince charming here and seriously, he's just too shy and an idiot to fall in lo--

“HEECHUL!” Zhou Mi desperately groaned and hid between shaky palms; embarrassment evident. He was already burning red than possible and Kyuhyun watched him with big eyes and racing heart while Han Geng smacked Heechul at the head with a book.

Confessing? Chase? Shy? Did it mean what he thought it meant? That this guy, this Zhou Mi guy liked him? He liked him that way?

Since when?

Sungmin seemed stunned as well, gawking and probably just as shocked as him upon hearing the revelation. Unlike Kyuhyun who stayed speechless, Sungmin let out at a, “OOOOH!” which sounded a bit... happy? Could Kyuhyun believe what he was hearing? Better yet, could he even believe that this was happening to him, of all people?

Then the mood turned light all of a sudden but ended all too quickly when Zhou Mi ran past the older two – staring downward as he did so – and hastily got out of the room. It didn't go amiss when Kyuhyun saw the tomato face and trembling hands of Zhou Mi as he dash out, leaving everyone – including Kyuhyun – surprised.

“You just had to open your mouth eh, Heechul?” Han Geng told skeptically, readying himself again to hit the little man with his book but Heechul ducked out of reach. The younger of the two just stuck out his tongue.

“If I didn't do that, nothing will happen with Seasoning!” He then turned his attention to the other two. “So don't hate him okay? He's a nice brat, really. Funny, sweet and sometimes a little vain with his collection of powder and scent and clothes but he's really great. He's sexy, tall – like a pole, has beautiful voice and smile and, like I said, very romantic. This is the first time I've seen him so in love. He's never been in love, just you know.”

Kyuhyun didn't need to confirm anything, not when Heechul was the one answering everything he asked. Even the things he DIDN'T ask.

“And he just wants you to notice him, that's why he took your doll and pretended to be like it. I'm sure he'd do just fine if he just stayed the way he is bu--

Sentences were cut off when Han Geng began dragging the rambling Heechul from the two, bowing apologetically before sighing and retreating. “You're both nosy and noisy. C'mon, I'm doing damage control here by taking you out.” Han Geng looked back for the last time and grinned. “Well, it was great meeting you, Kui Xian and... friend!”

“Hey, I'm not done talking!”

“Hmmm... sure...” Han Geng, obviously not listening, tightened his arms around Heechul and closed the door behind them. The growing silence after everything that had happened had never felt so suffocating and awkward before for Kyuhyun.

“So... what are you going to do...?” Sungmin asked, genuinely curious.

Kyuhyun remained mum because, really, what was he going to do? Not only he had to deal with an admirer who was also the doll-thief, he also had to deal with his erratic heart and boggled head that had never been there before. His heart, his mind... now consisted nothing but Zhou Mi now.

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A/N: Ah~ It's nearing conclusion and I hope I made this chapter great for you guyz. *hides* I didn't imagine this scene until I was writing it! Hah!

BACK TO CHAPTER 3

[FIC] Doll Me, CH3

2009-11-28T15:48:19Z

Title: Doll Me
Author: setsuna_k
Pairing: MiQ * QMi
Genre: AU, Romance, Comedy, Fluff
Rating: PG - 13
Type: Multi-chapter
Status: On-going
Disclaimer: DAYUM! I DON'T OWN THEEEEM! TT___TT

Chapter 1: It was clearly a mistake when the package from China arrived on Kyuhyun's lanky hands. Maybe their grandmom made a little boo-boo and sent the the only male of the Cho siblings a doll gift.

Chapter 2: He just had to steal. For years of proper upbringing and principle, he was taught that stealing is wrong and unacceptable but he still did it.

Chapter 3: He looked groggily, assessing the situation – spots that hurt would soon form purple bruises on his skin and perfectly styled hair now ruined. He then noticed another body unmoving just a few away from him; the unidentified person's face was hidden by his hand.

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“--ou I think I should buy that? I've got an overload of pink here but I can't just give up that cellp—HEY!EARTH TO CHO KYUHYUN!” Sungmin finally waved an angry hand at Kyuhyun who he caught staring absently out the window. There wasn't anything amusing outside – Sungmin knew – but the less attentive male was just looking at anywhere but him. “Okay, rude much?”

Kyuhyun shook his head out of its stupor and grinned embarrassingly. “S-sorry, you were saying? About buying a turtle, right? Let's go ask Yesung-hyung about that later, you like?”

Sungmin narrowed his eyes; displeased written all over his face. He almost, ALMOST hit him with a rubber eraser. “You ass--

It wasn't like Kyuhyun was doing it on purpose but his mind had been flying everywhere since that unexpected encounter just days ago. How could there be someone who looked like his Mimi-doll around the campus and missed seeing him? Heck, the man was tall – like Mimi, - white – like Mimi, - and pretty – like Mimi! Nothing made sense to him, especially seeing that man wearing the exact clothes as his doll...

...which he still hadn't found and hadn't told to Ahra-unnie and thoughtful grandmom about it. Because if he did mention it, well, it was goodbye laptop for a month – or worse, two. Goodbye Starcraft, goodbye online pawning!

Still, who was he? A visitor? Lost student? A new faculty member? Why didn't Kyuhyun notice him before? And why now?

Oh, incoming migraine.

“If you're still thinking about that dude, I'll stab you with my HB pencil. No, I really, will.” Sungmin – with indeed, an HB pencil on hand – warned with a pout as he noticed Kyuhyun leaning towards the window again.

“Do you think we'll see him again?” Kyuhyun, looking through the wide glass, asked to no one in particular – as if talking to himself – and earned himself a gawking expression from the male in front him. “What? I'm just wondering!”

“Geez, defensive, aren't you?” Sungmin snorted; he crossed his arms over his chest and puffed his cheeks. “Well, I don't like him at all.”

That was then Kyuhyun's full attention teetered to an upset-looking Sungmin. “Says the guy who wished for Mimi to be real.” He reminded and continued. “Why not?”

It surprised the younger one that the usual cheery Sungmin turned serious suddenly.

Because it was a fact that a serious Sungmin is less adorable than a cutesy, happy Sungmin.

“Have you even considered that maybe MAYBE that guy sneaked inside the campus to do trouble? We're not actually high-tech to afford full-on security and stuff. What if he was some sick stalker after you, huh? Considering he wore clothes that looked like Mimi's!” Sungmin then paused at the sudden realization rambling. “WHAT... WHAT IF HE WAS THE ONE WHO STOLE OUR DOLL?!”

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Somewhere in the campus, Zhou Mi sneezed loudly, only to be jabbed and barked - “Too noisy, Seasoning!” - by an attentive Heechul being tutored by Han Geng. It was no surprised that Chinese History was not Heechul's forte and would rather do and study about Performing Arts or cats.

Or Han Geng himself.

“Heechul-ah! Focus! And why are you drooling?!”

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Sungmin stuffed his bags and other pink memorabilia inside his pink bag as he spoke. “We gotta keep a close eye on him. Neither of us have seen him before and we really shouldn't care at all but since he was wearing Mimi's clothes, well, it's time to play detective!”

“I was just only wondering if we'd see him again and you're going on about watching him? You're interested, Sungmin-ah.” Kyuhyun flashed his famous smirk, a little amused. “You're interested about him, aren't you?”

The bell rang and students began leaving the room, with Sungmin following them from behind. Just before he stepped out, he turned and a beamed – like his usual, merry self – at Kyuhyun who decided to stay inside the room to catch some snooze.

“Yes, well, I'm interested because this is the first time I see you caught up and distracted and, yes, I see those sparkling eyes recently, Kyu. You can't hide things from me, much to your dismay. I can so read you like a book. Speaking of book, I gotta return the book I borrowed from Ryeowookie!”

Sungmin was gone, leaving a stunned Kyuhyun gaping at his seat. That was then every word the older male said sank in.

“YAH! I DON'T DO SPARKLING EYES, LEE SUNGMIN, YOU SON OF A--

The bell rang again, in perfect unison with Kyuhyun's colorful profanity.

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Early dismissal during Tuesdays was one of the things Kyuhyun enjoyed the most – he'd be running up the stairs, to the rooftop and stay there until Sungmin was done with his Band club. Occasionally, he'd be joining Yesung-hyung, his odd senior with soft-spoken underclass man Ryeowook eating treats, that was if the two came first before him.

He was expecting them to be there but saw no one. That was alright.

The sun was high-up, shining bright at late afternoon, together with the breezy wind sweeping his hair. He'd smell the delightful scent of Fall-season air, enjoying the faint sounds of honking cars and students from down-below chattering. This was a good, good day.

Of course, Kyuhyun was still in the middle of his search of the doll – the ball-jointed doll that he grew fond of very quickly – was still missing. Maybe he should post at their bulletin some kind of Lost and Found notice, offer a price. Two people on the search inside a huge, public campus made no progress so maybe asking a few more pair of hands and eyes might help.

“I told you to do it but nooooo~ You just had to go with your little idea and that happened! What am I to do with you, Seasoning??” A voice caught Kyuhyun's attention and turned to watch two students – not Yesung-hyung nor Ryeowook but someone else – by the railing, overlooking the distance, oblivious to Kyuhyun's presence.

And Kyuhyun thought he was all alone at the rooftop.

“It worked out... fine.” Another voice spoke, a little familiar, which sounded half-assured, half-in doubt. The smaller guy shrugged, raising his shoulders and hands.

“Whatever, Seasoning. Just let me know if there are any progressions with Kui Xian, yeah? Catch you later! I'm going to meet with Geng!” The smaller guy turned but Kyuhyun was quicker to duck out of sight, towards a wall and watched the male, who looked quite feminine, opened the door to downstairs and closed it behind him, leaving the taller companion.

Kyuhyun watched with curious eyes the taller male, in the same uniform as he is, get his hair be swept away by the wind and his shoulders slumping down as if depressed. With one child-like gesture of hitting the metal railings with a palm frustratingly, the man turned.

Kyuhyun's breathing stopped, and so did his heart. “Mimi...?”

Then a cellphone went off loudly, noisily, singing SORRY SORRY and making its existence known at the worst possible moment.

It was Kyuhyun's cellphone. And the ID told him that Sungmin was calling him.

Panic splashed on him like freezing water.

OH SHIT.

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Zhou Mi looked up and around, searching for the source of the music, only to find a person shuffling oddly behind a wall, his back turned to him. He shrugged it off, thinking that it was just another student playing hooky like any other students and walked away.

He already entered inside and started downwards, only to be reminded that, oh crap, Heechul did say to wait for him at the rooftop this morning. Something about watching the sunset today with him and Han Geng and how afternoon sun-rays were good to the skin. Or something like that.

He turned to his heel and walked up again. He was about to reach for the knob when the door burst open from the other side, and a body lunging forward, as if on a run and collided with Zhou Mi's; two of them toppling together and rolling down the stairs in a tangle of limbs.

The feeling was painful in all sides of his body after what seemed like long minutes of rolling and hitting and Zhou Mi thought he broke a bone. Or his nose. Or something.

It seemed that he didn't as he carefully sat up on his arms. He looked groggily, assessing the situation – spots that hurt would soon form purple bruises on his skin and perfectly styled hair now ruined. He then noticed another body unmoving just a few away from him; the unidentified person's face was hidden by his hand.

“Hey... Hey... Hey, are you okay...?!” Zhou Mi panicked and shook in terror, reaching out to the student and heaving the knocked-out man close to him. “Hey! Wake u--

He removed the hand and thought that maybe, just maybe, that fate was really good at playing games with him by once again presenting Cho Kyuhyun unconscious – much more good-looking up close than Zhou Mi ever thought, imagined and dreamed.

He then froze when Kyuhyun cracked an eye open with difficulty, groaning as he did so, and gasped when their eyes finally locked with each other for the first time. The real first time.

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A/N: I do wonder if I ended this chapter right. Hmm. Hmmm. So another encounter for QMi! What's going to happen to them now? Omonah!

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BACK TO CHAPTER 2 * TO CHAPTER 3

[FIC] Doll Me, CH2

2009-11-25T10:09:47Z

Title: Doll Me
Author: setsuna_k
Pairing: MiQ
Genre: AU, Romance, Comedy, Fluff
Rating: PG - 13
Type: Multi-chapter
Disclaimer: Do I look like some big-shot owner? Naw.

Summary: It was clearly a mistake when the package from China arrived on Kyuhyun's lanky hands. Maybe their grandmom made a little boo-boo and sent the the only male of the Cho siblings a doll gift.

Chapter 2: He just had to steal. For years of proper upbringing and principle, he was taught that stealing is wrong and unacceptable but he still did it.

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He just had to steal. For years of proper upbringing and principle, he was taught that stealing is wrong and unacceptable but he still did it.

With Mimi, the doll, at his grasp, Zhou Mi hauled-ass to the nearest room and heaved. He looked around, cautious and sighed relief when no one was around, empty. A quick glance at the doll at his hand and the male smiled.

Yes, he finally did it. He finally took the doll – without permission however – that belonged to Cho Kyuhyun! His love interest, crush and, almost just about everything, expensive possession now at his grasp. And indeed, this doll really looked human.

And familiar. Somewhat familiar. Had he seen this face before somewhere?

Well, anyway.

“Sorry, I need to borrow you for a while.” Zhou Mi told, as if addressing to real person who was Mimi. The doll in return beamed a smile – its default expression. For the first time now, Zhou Mi could have a good, long look of Mimi and then mimic everything of it – wardrobe, hairstyle and that trademark smile.

That was the plan.

The equation was simpler than any mathematical problem: Cho Kyuhyun liked Mimi (well, it seemed like it). Zhou Mi would copy Mimi. Then Cho Kyuhyun would like Zhou M who looked like Mimi.

The plan was perfect, at the expense of him stealing when the younger one was at his class and Zhou Mi had watched him bring that doll and finally commenced his Operation: Kidnap Mimi plan when Kyuhyun left his bag unattended.

There'd be no blackmailing, ransoming or anything to get Kyuhyun's attention. He'd do the opposite – imitate the doll and make the younger fall in love with the Zhou Mi. It had been so long and this was only thing Zhou Mi could think to approach Kyuhyun for the first time. If this failed, he'd probably take up the offer Heechul told him weeks ago.

“Just jump on him! It worked for that transfer student, Han Geng!”

“And you scarred him for the rest of his life. Good thing he likes you back.”

“Well, Seasoning, with this look, who could resist?”

“You have one right here.”

“Hah! You fell in love with me too before!”

“I was blind back then, no seriously.”

That was their conversation before Zhou Mi set the that Jump-on-him plan aside at the back of mind. He'd go for his own, real, safe plan instead Heechul's aggressive ones.

And it worked! Well, almost 40% of it. There was still more to do.

Time to start the copying, beginning from Mimi's little clothing.

Luck was also at his side, when Zhou Mi realized that he was inside their school's tiny Sewing Room, with unused textiles and working machines around. And for Ryeowook teaching him, patiently that was, basic tailoring (out of the reason “because you need to!”, Thanks~

---

Okay, the coast was clear and Zhou Mi had to break for a run before anyone could see him and his catchy attire and light make-up. Right now, he was seriously standing-out with his new appearance, new look, new him.

He should leave school, now a dangerous zone, before Cho Kyuhyun discover something unusual – starting from the disappearance of his ball-jointed doll and then someone wearing the same clothes as his doll next.

Zhou Mi had planned to make appearance maybe two days after this and then introduce himself to Kyuhyun. Right now, he wasn't prepared – mentally and emotionally.

And so he was about to dash out of the room – getaway! Getaway! GETAWAY! - but then slammed unexpectedly against another body, both of them falling in a mess of limbs. Zhou Mi groaned and the other one ow-ed.

“Geez, sorry about that. You appeared just like that and I wasn't loo--

The voice, the tone, all too familiar and Zhou Mi gulped at the possibility that it was someone who he knew too well. He looked up – and cursed when he did – and saw Kyuhyun gawking at him suddenly; his eyes wide and mouth hanging.

And then someone else entered the scene, much to Zhou Mi's dismay. “Hey! Did you find Mim-- K-Kyuhyun...? What did YOU do...?”

“I-idiot! I didn't do anything...!”

Did what? Zhou Mi couldn't understand anything and only had one thing in mind – to run like crazy. He had to get away from Cho Kyuhyun. Now was the best time to scamper off his feet, dash and not look back. But he didn't and remained frozen at his position. Why, of all times, was his body betraying him like this?!

Then his thoughts wandered off to the doll that laid quietly inside his bag on his hand. Zhou Mi hitched a breathing. Oh crap. If Cho Kyuhyun discovered that he was the thief, everything would be blown away. All his plans would be ruined!

“S-Sorry.” He spoke without thinking, which made the two get out of their staring stupor. Zhou Mi took this as his only chance and scrambled at his feet. He was already breaking a sweat and the clothes he had on was unusually tight, making it hard to breathe normally.

No sooner than five seconds, Zhou Mi was gone, leaving a shocked Kyuhyun and friend – whoever that was – at the hallway.

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A/N: Oh noes! Trouble ahead! Zhou Mi took a lot of effort and then BAM! Kyuhyun just had to see him! What will happen to them now? How will our dear doll Mimi take this? Omgomgomgomg~

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BACK TO CHAPTER 1 * TO CHAPTER 3

[FIC] Doll Me

2009-11-21T17:31:48Z

Title: Doll Me
Author: setsuna_k
Pairing: MiQ (lol)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Romance, Comedy, Fluff
Type: Multi-Chapter
Disclaimer: Owning is like a rainbow. Unattainable.

Summary: It was clearly a mistake when the package from China arrived on Kyuhyun's lanky hands. Maybe their grandmom made a little boo-boo and sent the the only male of the Cho siblings a doll gift.

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It was clearly a mistake when the package from China arrived on Kyuhyun's lanky hands. Behind him was a snickering Ahra-unnie and her make-up kit that was made from the finest substances of the said country at her possession. Maybe their grandmom made a little boo-boo and sent the the only male of the Cho siblings a doll gift.

Yes, it was a doll but not-your-usual-kind-of-stuffed-animal-cutesy doll. Rather it was tall - for about 14 inches, Ahra measured, - hard and almost human-looking. Heck, it was so human but rescaled to a small height. It had a face, porcelain-white complexion, clothes and distinct Asian, raven eyes. One thing to be noted though, this doll was grinning so happily and delightfully.

"It looks so beautiful." Ahra cooed and Kyuhyun shot him an are-you-kidding look while he held the doll at eye's length, inspecting every detail that seemed so intricate for a doll. "And amazing! Kyuhyun, don't throw it away, alright? Keep it!"

"You're kidding. I don't want it. Why don't YOU keep it?"

"Doy, that ain't mine! It's yours so man up! Some guys keep dolls too, you know."

Kyuhyun rolled his eyes. "Yeah, who are closet-sissies."

In the end, the male had no choice but keep it after finding out a little note that came from the package, written in crooked Hangul text, Cho Kyuhyun! I saw this item at a local shop here in Beijing and it's soooo cute! You just had to be the one to receive it! Don't you dare keep it inside a box, alright? The seller said that that doll is special since it's one of its kind! Don't you just love its clothes? Well, love you, sweetheart! Take good care of it! PS. There was a Starcraft convention going on. I wasn't able to go in since, well, the young kids shooed me away! I'm not THAT old, am I? AM I?

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The next day, he found out that the name of the doll was Mimi. Another mistake that was since it was rather obvious that the doll was a man and, seriously, who in their right mind would name a sissy doll Mimi? Nonetheless, it was better than naming it Artanis or Beethoven. Or much worse, Joe.

Mimi was good. Really good.

And Kyuhyun spent the rest of the day after school reading the manual, only to discover that a doll like Mimi - a ball-jointed doll - was really special since its joints were completely movable and twistable. To check the authenticity of ball-jointed dolls, whenever they move or avert their faces at the slightest angle, ball-jointed dolls' expression changed from one thing to another instantly.

The manual was spot-on. Kyuhyun simply titled Mimi's head downwards and it looked like the doll was thinking deeply about happy thoughts with its lips pursed and curved upward, very different from his default just-smiling-at-you expression.

"White suits you, huh?" Because Mimi had trademark clothes - white blazer covering a striped polo, black pants and sneakers - on. The style was chic and whoever thought of this wardrobe deserved a good clap since it looked great on a doll. What more if this clothing were to be worn a by person? Setting that thought aside, Kyuhyun placed the doll on his desk at sitting position, looked at at it one last time and slept for the next day.

He'd probably tell Sungmin about this sooner or later. Or tomorrow.

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"Oh, so you finally cracked, huh? I thought spending so much time for Starcraft made you manlier. Guess didn't work." Sungmin laughed, only to be thrown a piece fish meat at his face. "HEY!"

"Look who's talking! I'm not the one who looks and acts like a girl here."

"Do I sense envy here?" Sungmin quirked a knowing brow. Kyuhyun snorted and chomped his lunch and quietly wished that his best friend would choke on his carbonated drink. Darn, it didn't. "Well, anyway, show it to me! BJDs are expensive, don't you know? There are worth thousands! I wanna see one myself! I read that they're too beautiful to be true!"

"I'm not even gonna ask why you know that."

Sungmin waved a dismissive hand. "Unlike you who spends every moment playing, I do and read some real things. BJDs are treasures, Kyu. Take good care of it!"

"That's the second time I hearing it."

"Bring it tomorrow, yah!"

"As you request, your impatient-ness."

The two assumed that no one was listening to their trivial conversation but as soon as Kyuhyun disappeared for his next class, a figure stood and followed stealthily behind. With fumbling fingers and racing heart, this figure watched Kyuhyun taking books from his locker and proceeding to his destination.

A sigh escaped and a thought rattled minds. Why was admiring from afar so difficult? If there were any chances to just come right up and talk to Kyuhyun, capture it. Apparently though, it wasn't happening and things weren't as easy as it seemed.

Zhou Mi felt crestfallen. He'd really need to talk to this Cho Kyuhyun, a third year who stole a senior's heart. Zhou Mi's innocent heart.

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After three days of debates, Kyuhyun carefully (and finally!) tucked Mimi inside his bag and ran off the catch the next bus. Unfortunately he wasn't fast enough and now had to walk from to school for a good one hour. This morning, it started awful and with headache and aching legs. Oh well, at least Kyuhyun had Mimi behind him.

Okay, whatever that meant, Kyuhyun wasn't sure what it was. It just came out. Naturally. Unexpectedly.

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"Idiot! You missed first period! If you're going to tell me that you slept-in because you were pawning people in the net, stay still while a hit with my chemistry book!" Sungmin flailed around, only to be ceased when a thing - long, lightweight and unmoving - was shoved against his heaving chest and waving arms. He paused, looked downward and no sooner than 1-2-3, he squealed loudly.

Passerby's - random students, for sure - stared in wonder while others eyed them suspiciously.

"Oh my god! Is this Mimi?! He's so cute! And handsome! And so cute! Did I already say cute! Kyaah!"

Kyuhyun grabbed him by the shoulders and whispered quickly, "Stop jumping around! People are looking!" When the nosy students walked away, the younger male released his grasp and sighed. "Yeah, that's him, err, it. Mimi."

With eyes twinkling and lips smiling, Sungmin placed the doll at his arms in sitting position. "Now this is what I call a perfect being. He's flawless, beautiful and everything. Did the manual say anything about a personality? I read just days ago that BJDs posses traits designed by the creator."

Kyuhyun closed his locker and did a double-take. Personality? Oh, wait. He did read something like that in the manual. "They say that Mimi's mysterious, quiet and reserved. Another thing is graceful and smart. I think? Not sure, really."

"Aww, you're mysterious? That's so cool." Sungmin cooed at the doll and gave it a cuddly hug. "I wish you were mine! No, wait, better yet, I wish you were real! Don't you think so too, Kyu?"

"A perfect being is too scary. Besides, if Mimi were real, what are the chances we'd meet one?"

"You're lame." Sungmin stuck out a pink tongue. Kyuhyun retorted with a scrunched-up face. Now that rummaging and bag-content organizing was done, third period was soon to start so the duo, plus the quiet Mimi, went off for next class.

Little did they know that just beside the locker, an empty room, the same figure from before sat quietly and listened to them the whole time. Now there was a growing interest with Mimi if Cho Kyuhyun thought that Doll Mimi was perfect. Zhou Mi just had to take a good look of this Mimi.

"Hey! No one is allowed to by-stand in any room! Go on, scat!" The janitor waved a broom around and Zhou Mi broke a run for it with one thing in mind and heart: Kyuhyun the third year student who seemed to have his interest revolved around playing games. And a doll.

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How it happened, he didn't know. One hour ago, they were doing their physical examination activities and next thing Kyuhyun noticed his bag was unusually light and unbulky. He would now bring Mimi at school simply for the reason of Kyuhyun wanted to. It didn't matter if there was a need to stuff his bag silly as long as Mimi was in it.

But now it wasn't. Mimi was missing.

"Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit." Profanities flowed out naturally as Kyuhyun took out stuff from his bag only to find the bottom doll-less. He did a frantic search inside the gym, the locker room and showers and back to where he placed his bag and found nothing. This made the male more frustrated, angry and, for the first time, worried.

Why was he worried for a little doll, Kyuhyun didn't know the reason why.

With a swift motion, he flipped-open his mobile and did a quick dial. After two rings - as always - the line was patched-through. "Crap, Sungmin. I think someone took Mimi!"

At the end of the line, Sungmin dashed to nearest quiet spot. "What?! No way! Where did you place him last?"

And so the search was on. It was early in the morning and Kyuhyun felt worn-out already.

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Kyuhyun did a turn at corner and scanned for anything that resembled his doll - small but not tiny, wearing white, black hair, big smile, anything that would look like him, err, it. There were people holding unusual knick-knack on their hands and arms but it wasn't his Mimi. Then again, why would anyone steal Mimi in the first place? Did this public school and its students knew about the price of a BJD? Were they out to sell Mimi away?

Oh, great. If that really happened, Kyuhyun's head would be owned by his grandmom... and Ahra! He'd really REALLY needed to get back his doll. This was going insane.

It would seem that he wouldn't see Mimi inside the corridors so he dashed outside to the fields. He was about the make an exit turn when a body suddenly stepped out of a classroom and collided with him. Kyuhyun was thrown back and so was the unidentified person.

"Geez, sorry about that. You just appeared like that and I wasn't looki---

Kyuhyun's breath got caught inside his throat and eyes grew instantly wide at the sight of white blazers, striped polo, black bottom and sneakers attire. Eyes were raven-black and so was the hair. Lastly and this was the unbelievable final straw, the face - everything from eyebrow to lips - resembled his missing doll.

This person, this man - a living, breathing and alive male - who was sitting-shocked looked like Mimi! His BJD Mimi! What in the world was going on?

Out of nowhere, Sungmin appeared from one of the corners and dashed towards Kyuhyun - "Hey, did you find Mim---" - when he halted and gaped at the sight before him, "K-Kyuhyun...? What did YOU do...?"

"I-I-Idiot! I didn't do anything...!"

Again, he just had to ask. What in the world was going on?!

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A/N: If you looked at it very VERY closely, Doll Me could actually be Doll Mi - that is to say Doll Zhou Mi. Hah. And juuust in case you haven't seen any Ball-Jointed Dolls before, you might want to check this and this out. So yeah, imagine a Zhou Mi-looking doll like that. OMG. I'd want one. SRSLY. DDDD:

Lastly, Doll Mimi was wearing the one Zhou Mi wore during their ME music vid! I really REALLY love that outfit of his! He still had long hair back then!

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TO CHAPTER 2

[FIC] Saving You and Me , CH2

2009-10-31T17:01:29Z

Title: Saving You and Me
Author: setsuna_k
Pairing: QMi (or MiQ! <3)
Genre: Comedy-ish, Drama, Romance, slight!Angst
Rating: R
Type: Multi-chapter
Status: In-progress

Disclaimer: And then it dawned to me... I don't own them. OH, THAT HURTS.

Summary: It was the unthinkable and possibly the unacceptable but Zhou Mi, kind and patient that he is, dismissed Kyuhyun's irrational action that night. However, things turned out more complicated when the Sunshine-man begins losing his smile. And then he just HAD to find out how truly insane and maddening it is to be in love right after. What's a Seasoning to do?

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Chapter 2: Crazy Discovery

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Zhou Mi tried. He really REALLY tried cheering up, laughing, grinning or putting up his infamous smile back on his lips but he just couldn't, not when Kyuhyun and everyone of Super Junior-M were cackling so hard together as they were about retell a very memorable incident that had took place just three weeks ago.

How could they be so happy about this, the Chinese artiste thought to himself and watched the group exchanged knowing looks and a quiet Kyuhyun sinking at his chair trying to look as small as possible - his lanky hands, Zhou Mi remembered them clearly as rough and strong albeit the small frame, covering his face out of embarrassment. If they knew about that, they wouldn't be so happy.

It was a good thing that he was seated away from the younger male; the unusual arrangement of Zhou Mi sitting next to Henry and not Kui Xian had gone unnoticed by anyone. Although it earned a quirk of questioning ShiBrows before the start of program but Siwon just dismissed it after.

Back at the current situation, Donghae was the first one to give in, letting out an obvious snicker when the male MC asked them, "Anything you'd like to share that is interesting that the fans do not know? I bet there's so much to rat out about the members! Ah, Donghae! You seem have something in mind!"

"Ah! No, no! I don't think I should share this!"

But the audience were suddenly impatient - cheering and wanting. The good-looking young man would've distracted them by calling out soothingly, Darlings, please don't be like that, but it just resulted to a more thundering squeals and delights and everyone of the group - excluding Zhou Mi, of course - nodded their heads all together. Really, who could resist these cheerful and loving fans? No idol could turn them down.

Ryeowook, taking the growing silence as his sign, began slowly, "Well, it was like this... Kui Xian did something cute."

He just started his sentence that way but the enormous studio grew instantly noisy - the fans screaming so happily at the not-so-everyday remark about a certain quiet Cho Kyuhyun 'doing something cute'.

But Zhou Mi thought otherwise, nearly choking at his own throat. Cute...? CUTE? How can that be cute? I'm going crazy here. Instead of showing disapproval, he forced a smile and a nod, confirming what the Eternal Magnae had just said. His heart did sank after but no one knew about it.

Or so he thought.

"Our Kui Xian slept-walk a couple of days ago." Hankyung continued on, shoving playfully at the grinning but embarrassed Kyuhyun by the shoulders. The other members had amused smiles, especially Ryeowook who knew Kyuhyun oh-so-well that it was rather un-Kyuhyun-like to sleep-walk during the evening-hours. "And he ended up at, guess whose room?"

"I tried looking for him but he was nowhere in sight that morning! I even visited the members' rooms one-by-one and found him at... guess who!" Siwon added and smirked when the younger one at the hot-seat could only shook his head and avoid burning gazes from eager fans. Because of this guessing game, the fans turned noisier and more excited than never before. Who wouldn't? The sleep-walking Kui Xian event didn't come by usually and HE ended up in someone else's room!

Talk about pairing, the fans murmured to themselves. It didn't come by often, they had said.

"Let me guess..." The MC helped - quite amused at the topic, to the point he was laughing along - and took quick glances of each member, noting their expressions if there was someone who looked guilty as Kyuhyun. Hankyung and Siwon were crossed-out from the list right from the beginning, yes.

Henry was grinning ear-to-ear. No. He was too innocent to be the one even though he was most likely to forget to lock doors. Besides, he already made spotlight with him stealing undergarments from their leader. A fact well-known throughout China and Korea.

Ryewook smiled his cheek-bone-showing smile. Unlikely. He was the one who was so eager to tell the story and too pleased at his dongsaeng's current misery. Ah, Ryeowook was indeed evil at times.

Donghae and his dazzling smirk. Impossible. Donghae was Donghae. No explanation needed.

And then there was Zhou Mi and his... funny, where was his smile? The MC, sharped and well-informed about SJ-M's popularity and individual trademarks, stared in wonder at the unusual poker face the Chinese man wore. He wasn't smiling or even grinning; just an unreadable expression staring somewhere but the stage area. He knew he was about to guess it right. "Ah! Is it Zhou Mi's room?"

Kyuhyun couldn't sink any deeper at his seat.

Zhou Mi looked like he just got stabbed right into the heart.

And the remaining members bursted in chair-slipping, body-dropping and shoulder-shaking guffaws.

"Kui Xian couldn't remember anything right after!" Hankyung told when he had a breather from all the laughing. "We asked how he ended up in Zhou Mi's, how he was able to go inside and how he managed to steal the bed from him! Zhou Mi practically slept on the carpeted floor!"

"He couldn't remember a single thing! For real!" Donghae convinced the MC who looked rather surprised at the revelation and laughed all-together. Zhou Mi remained quiet and his gaze averted from the sight before him - the laughing and the smiling. He felt so heavy that it gave him headaches and muscle-pains enough to want the recording to be finished as soon as it could. This topic literally pained him.

And Kyuhyun pained him, big time, at the simple fact that the former couldn't remember a damn thing. Was Kyuhyun this cruel? And why him, out of all people? Right after that incident, Zhou Mi couldn't any longer think straight and act properly. Even his smile - HIS FAMOUS SMILE - died out for a while just because of Kui Xian.

Should he be angry? Upset? And tell Kyuhyun off about what he had done to him? Just because of his homosexual relationship with Sungmin didn't turn out pretty, did Zhou Mi have to be the one to take the blow? The hurt? That passionate and hungry kiss?

Why? Why was Zhou Mi thinking so much about this Cho Kyuhyun that he did before? Everything: every detail, every sound, every word, every touch and every kiss was as clear as the sun whenever Zhou Mi thought of it, whenever he remembered. Why was his heart fluctuating at both anger and nervousness?

And as though the program, or the MC or anyone heard his mental, hurting ramblings, the PD called off from the backstage to their attention, "Sir, Lee Sungmin of Super Junior is on the phone! Should I patch him through?"

So the program had the call-a-member-during-his-time-of-confusion- segment. Great. Just great. Could things get anymore unpredictable?

"Yes, get him through!" The male MC did a thumbs-up and finally turned back to the audience and the idol guests. "We'll be having someone on the phone! And you'd be surprised to know who it is!" After a few pauses, "Hello, are you there?"

Ah, hello! Yeah, I'm here! It's me, Sungmin of Super Junior!

The crowd went wild at the mere voice of the famous idol who, the fans probably assumed, was at Korea as of the moment. The Super Junior-M members just smiled and chuckled, hearing that cutesy voice after the longest time. Ryewook seemed like he was about to burst into tears after hearing Sungmin.

It had really been a long time.

"Sungmin, you're live with us, SJ-M and the fans. Say hi to everyone!" The MC told while he held firm his microphone.

Oh, okay. Hi, everyone! You guys doing well? Are you guys loving Super Girl? It's a great song, isn't it? I listen to it everyday! At the members, are you guys eating and resting properly? Eeteuk-hyung misses you! Everyone here at the dorm misses you! You guys are working so hard there at China! You make us proud!

"Hyung! I missed you!" Ryeowook wailed at his cutest and everyone could only go aww. Hankyung just nodded his head. Siwon and Donghae looked rather pleased. Henry appeared otherwise and seemed to be in search of the source of the voice; his eyes and face darting at different directions, looking rather lost and stupefied.

"You wouldn't believe that Kyuhyunnie slept-walk!"

Kyuhyun let out a chuckled and looked away; there was that soft smile across his lips. The fans followed and giggled at the adorable wailing Ryeowook was doing.

At the sight of Kui Xian, Zhou Mi hitched his breathing; he listened and watched dumbfoundedly. Were they going to talk live, as of this moment, about that? Weren't Sungmin and Kyuhyun angry at each other? Why did it sound like there was nothing going around the members? Once again, something was off. Really, really off.

Kyuhyun-ah, are you causing trouble again? It vibrated through the phone that Sungmin chuckled. Listen to your hyungs, okay? And don't sleep-walk on people. It might scare them. He then laughed so lightly and real, like he was just there with them.

"Not at all, hyung. I'm behaving, really." Came smooth reply from the male who tormented the Chinese singer for weeks.

They're... talking so casually for a broken-up couple, Zhou Mi whispered to himself but shook the thought away. He shouldn't even think about those kind of things. It was not his business. Well, somewhat now, right after that incident.

"Don't you miss me, hyung?" There was that playful tone from Kyuhyun's question that made crowd squeal and Zhou Mi to look at his direction in great surprise mix terror.

Did he just ask what he thought he asked?

Of course I do! I missed Donghae-ah, Ryeowook-ah, Siwonnie, Hankyung-hyung, Henry-ah and Zhou Mi-ah!

"But it's me, your roommate, you missed the most, right?" Kyuhyun smirked; his chin on his one hand and legs gracefully crossed. The previous embarrassed air suddenly dispersed. He spoke so nonchalantly that it was frightening for Zhou Mi. Weren't they worried about displaying affection, especially on airwaves FOR THOUSANDS TO HEAR AND WATCH? Weren't they afraid of getting caught as an ex-couple? Weren't they aware that management was observing them like a hawk?

Zhou Mi grew more fidgety.

Sure, sure, Kyuhyun-ah. Came a sarcastic reply but the tone sounded that Sungmin was smiling at the other end Oh, I gotta go! SJ-T has to record a new song! Everyone, please anticipate it! Super Junior-M, fighting! And with an ending tone, Sungmin added, Love you, Kyu! Love you, SJ-M!

"Yeah, yeah. Go away."

And the squealing died out, only to be replaced by the chattering of the MC about how Super Junior is one big, happy family. Everyone seemed to agree on that, except for one whose mind was boggled with mystery and questions that caused him to lose concentration and participation with the group, with the on-going show.

There was definitely something wrong that Zhou Mi couldn't pin-point it exactly.

Sungmin and Kyuhyun were couples who just broke up recently were talking LIVE as if the event never happened.

Kyuhyun who looked and sounded so desperate and wasted before at their broken relationship appeared normal and happy. Heck, he was being the playful maknae again!

Neither seemed to show or to hint any hate or rage for each other. Usually, there was at least a hint of anger going one between spoken words. Zhou Mi watched those Korean and Chinese dramas all the time during free time so he had a clue. He was sure that it would turn out that way. But then there was none. And it didn't.

Something was definitely wrong.

And Zhou Mi was at loss of words after that.

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Late evening came and everyone was at their respective hotel rooms, packing and arranging clothes for their next visit and show. It was a good thing that the tall man roomed with Ryeowook that night or else Zhou Mi wouldn't be able to sleep again for the fear of someone straddling him at his sleep.

"Sungmin-hyung's so sweet and nice, isn't he? Sparing a time to call us." Ryeowook spoke rather fondly as he fold his attire in his suit case. Zhou Mi, however was half-attentive while rummaging aimlessly the closet.

"Y-yeah, he is." Was all Zhou Mi's reply before his thought flew away from the younger one's talking.

"It's pretty funny he still remembered to be a tease during phone calls. I mean, I can't talk so sweetly at Yesung-hyung like that because, you know, we're really going out. Not like them, being a fictional pair only - KyuMin, you know that, right? -they can exchange words like that. Ah~ So envious."

Zhou Mi stood shocked and almost ALMOST dropped his expensive IPOD on the cold, hard floor. "..Wait. Say that again?"

"Huh? So envious?"

"No, no. Before that!" He didn't understand why it did but his heart did a double beat than normal. Zhou Mi felt his world spinning.

"Fictional pair only? KyuMin? Not them dating? Me and Yesung-hyung together? Which one? I think I said a lot." There was that goofy grin from Ryeowook but Zhou Mi had no time to pinch those little cheeks of him.

"They're NOT dating?" The man had to clarify or else his heart would burst out of confusion. "..AT ALL?"

THe younger male looked at his roommate for a good second and blinked at him, as if flabbergasted. "What, no! Kyuhyun and Sungmin? No way! Where in the world did you get that idea, Mi? You're so adorable!"

Zhou Mi began stuttering.

"Did Kyuhyun say anything to you? Mentioned anything about bad habits and aftermaths? Because he tends to sprout gibberish, lies in a blunt sense, when he's dead drunk. Didn't you notice him not drinking too much? Because when he's really drunk, he gets all touchy and says things out of the ordinary! I remembered him coming on to me, saying he wanted me so much and, well, Yesung-hyung shoved Ddang Ko Ma to his face and our pet owned his nose hard." Ryeowook recalled but was unfazed at the memory of it. He even laughed it off. "His nose swelled up for three days, would you believe it?"

The Chinese man felt he needed some kind of stabilization to hold on to and wanted all information to stop entering his head. Unfortunately for him, Ryeowook continued his interesting monologue and rambled on. The more he continued, the more Zhou Mi felt his heart constraining inside his ribcage.

"And then there was the time after promoting the Third Album, we went out for drink and Kyuhyun had too much again. He was too wasted that he almost kissed Donghae-ah but Hyukjae-ah came to the rescue and smacked the lights out of Kyuhyunnie. It wasn't Hyukjae-ah's fault but he felt extremely bad for living a hand-mark on Kyuhyunnie's face that next day. So sad, really. But so funny too." Ryeowook sniggered as he took out fresh socks from his luggage. "Well, that was the last time that had happened, with him getting drunk. Now he sleep-walks? Kyu's really interesting, isn't he?"

Zhou Mi practically excused himself and ran outside, living a wondering Ryeowook inside their room. His head pounded and breathing erratic as he dashed along the stretch of the corridor. All the information solved itself and the older male couldn't believe it.

It just happened that his room was the nearest one to Kyuhyun's that night so it was no wonder he was the victim.

Then all Kyuhyun had confessed, told and cried were... were...

"Nothing." Zhou Mi finished quietly as he took a heavy step to nowhere. They were just incoherent thoughts and behavior produced by liquors. Kyuhyun's actions - those demanding kisses, rough touches and sensual whisperings were nothing. Well, at least something was solved tonight. Now that he knew that he wasn't in some kind of love triangle or that the fan-serving that took place earlier between Kyuhyun and Sungmin was just a little game of playful conversation because it was simply nothing.

But why? Why was it he couldn't brush it off as nothing? Why did it feel unfair for Zhou Mi? Why, when he stared at Kui Xian's drowning raven eyes that night, his heart sank so deep that he couldn't seem to pull up from?

"Hey, are you okay?" A familiar, velvet voice asked in concern. Zhou Mi turned slowly, in fear and felt he couldn't breathe afterwards.

Why was this guy, Kui Xian, drove Zhou Mi insane to love?

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Continue?

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A/N: There was a lot of mental debates on how I'd go about the scenario in which I had to mention that Kyuhyun didn't remember a single thing that happened that night with Zhou Mi. Did I end this right? BAH. I seriously feel like fail here. My head's bleeding now and I need some kind of breather - A SEXY QMI FIC WOULD DO ME GOOD. REALLY REALLY. I do hope I did an okay job for this chapter; the sudden turn of events bedazzled me! *dies*

And yes, I turned the wheels so that this fic would turn out light and fluffy and cute and plain sweetness than angsty and sad. I can't take sad fics, really.

Comment, Y/Y?

[FIC] Saving You and Me , CH1

2009-10-28T16:15:42Z

Title: Saving You and Me
Author: setsuna_k
Pairing: QMi (or should I say, MiQ? LOL.) and some Ninja!Pairing
Genre: Comedy-ish, Angst, Drama, Shmut
Rating: R
Type: Multi-chapter

Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over the boys, over the pairing, over everything that LSM or SM has on! Then again, I can dream, right?

Summary: It was the unthinkable and possibly the unacceptable but Zhou Mi, kind and patient that he is, dismissed Kyuhyun's irrational action that night. However, things turned out more complicated when the Sunshine-man begins losing his smile. Just what did happen that night? Kyuhyun must save that day or else he'll lose Zhou Mi completely!

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Chapter 1: A Grave Mistake

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Zhou Mi thought that he must have been dreaming when he heard the automatic door of his room clicking then creaking open. If he had been wide awake and had his senses working properly, he'd jump from his bed all terrified. The thing was the Chinese man was dead tired from all the tour and guesting Super Junior-M engaged in today - from morning 'til this evening.

There was silence after that creaking and Zhou Mi thought sleepily that the guest, whoever it was at this time of hour, must have taken whatever he or she - ...impossible.. - needed and left the member at his happy and inviting slumber.

Zhou Mi shifted his position - back against the mattress and stomach slightly exposed with his white polo going up to reveal a bit of skin, and sighed at the softness the pillow was granting him. The blanket laid there on his legs, slightly unused since the temperature wasn't cold enough to send chills.

Then something was off: a distinct scent wafted into the air and the sleeping male had his nose crunched at the foreign smell. What was it? It indeed smelt familiar. But sleep was more powerful than that and Zhou Mi remained snoozing.

-..hy did you do thi...-

Voice? Did something just mumbled?

Suddenly, the bed dipped and creaked and something weighted on his stomach. Zhou Mi groaned in discomfort but was too lulled to care what was it that was sitting on his abdomen. For some reason, however, the heat doubled instantly and the weight gradually grew heavier - ascending to his chest then to his face.

Wind blew against his skin and he smelt the same scent again. This time, the scent was rather strong. What WAS it?

-...ou know I cared for y..--

He didn't know if he was just dreaming or the dream just felt too real to be true: there was pressure applied against his mouth, his lips. Something moist, something moving, something that had taste. The sleeping male squirmed, trying to rid the heavy feeling on him and the wind blowing against his face but soon realized that he was immobilized - hands and legs were trapped by... another body?

Zhou Mi groaned, swatting away the foreign something but somehow missed hitting the real object. In return, another moist pressure was applied against his exposed neck and soon did it felt like he was being bitten and nibbled at, all the way to his collar bone and down to his chest. With eyes still shut, he gasped when pressure reached to certain point and applied suction against the thin fabric of his clothing, directly to that nub.

-..anted you so badly, even though we'r..-

The foreign feeling that was invading his body finally made Zhou Mi force his eyes to crack open, only to be greeted by darkness inside his room. No light seeped through the door, or even the windows and this made the Chinese male grow in panic. Something was inside his room, on his bed, on him and he had no idea WHAT IT WAS DOING WITH HIM.

Suddenly, there was pressure on his hips, precisely down there. The pressure grew heavier then lightened, only to be pressed down again - like it was being rubbed on. The bed he laid on continuously creaked at the motion and Zhou Mi, in his entire life, never felt so shocked and dumbfounded at the feeling. However, his body felt otherwise than his mind and soon felt himself getting a bit turned on.

Oh, that was wrong. Really, really wrong.

Wh-what's going on...? He muttered finally when his senses came flying back and this time, his heart thumped wildly against his chest - out of terror now. His vision adjusted in the dark and it didn't take too long to realize that on him was another body. Another person. Another someone. Oh, shit. Don't tell me it's a rapis--

"See? I know all your weak spots." The voice breathed before a body was completely thrown on Zhou Mi; this person's arms wrapped securely around his neck and began licking and suckling sloppily at the shell of his ears, downwards to his earlobe. "You know you liked that, don't you?"

Zhou Mi moaned and immediately covered his mouth. He didn't just let that out, did he? Finally gathering enough rational and muscular strength, Zhou Mi grabbed the person's shoulders and pushed away at arm's length. With a shocked expression and a heart doing erratic beats, he slightly yelled, "Kui Xian! What the hell are you doing?!"

Yes, it was Kyuhyun all this time and the thought of it made the Chinese male shudder.

But the younger one just giggled in reply - it sounded more frightening in the dark, Zhou Mi noted - and shifted his position once again; his one knee against the angle between the man's thighs and hands and arms on either side of the member below him. Kyuhyun then leaned in closer to the older man, so close that it was dangerous.

In one swift notion, he kneed and rubbed him down there and the man under him squeaked.

"Kui Xian! Stop!" Zhou Mi managed to choke out before completely going red; the heat rose up quickly against his cheeks and his heart rate tripled. "Why are you doing thi---" He paused and sniffed. "..Are you drunk?!"

So that was the scent he was smelling earlier; the scent of mixed citrus and alcohol being breathed out from Kyuhyun. In response, Kyuhyun wobbled and managed to straddle Zhou Mi. "Yeah, so? You like it when I'm in control anyway."

"Wait! This is not right!"

Then there was that sarcastic snort. "Not right? We've done this a lot of times already. Me taking you on night after night, every after practice, every after dinner. You love it rough and hard."

Zhou Mi had to pause and do a double take on every word - words he never knew could be said by the cheeky member - that flew out from Kyuhyun in his mind. A lot of times? Night after night? Rough and hard? Something was seriously and completely off because Zhou Mi knew he had NEVER EVER slept with Kyuhyun before.

Not until this happened.

"And then you had to say that to me on the phone, didn't you?" The younger one continued drawling in a manner like how drunks do - incoherent and sluggish. He closed their faces together - Kyuhyun pulling Zhou Mi's face directly to his - and growled. "You said you can't take it anymore and have to leave me by myself."

"Kui Xian, there's got to be a mista--

"Shut up!" The younger one thundered and crashed their lips recklessly and painfully; mouth on mouth, tongue on tongue, Kyuhyun messily ran his tongue across Zhou Mi's quivering lips until darting it forcefully inside the latter's mouth, licking and tasting every inch and corner of the moist cavern. A soft cry was sounded off and the younger man pulled away, feeling a string of saliva still connecting their now bruised mouths and lips. “You know that I need you and then you drop me off because I'm too away from you? That is the shittiest thing ever.”

The older male knew that the latter was too drunk to the bones and neither snapping the younger one out of his angry testimonies or beating the crap out of him would help the situation. Of course, nothing helped when Kyuhyun would do those things over and over again as he spoke – kissing, licking, suckling, rubbing – with him and all could Zhou Mi do was mewl and groan at his hand that covered his mouth to minimize sound that he was making.

Kyuhyun twitched at this. “Let me hear it. Why are you doing that? You don't want us doing it anymore, is that it? I thought you enjoyed every sex, every love that we made.” The drunk male began prying the hand that covered Zhou Mi's mouth but the latter resisted, shaking his head and not giving in.

That was then sniffling was resounded in the air.

Crying? Kyuhyun had indeed began crying. And Zhou Mi watched with wide eyes and shocked expression.

“Why did you do this to me? You know I cared for you so much. I wanted you so badly even though we are far away.” He spoke with voice cracking and more sniffling, gradually the soft cry turned hard sobbing.

His attempt of prying the hands away weakened until he fell limp on Zhou Mi's chest, his face directly against the heart. With all of his strength left, Kyuhyun looked up at Zhou Mi and whispered in defeat:

“I love you, Sungmin-hyung. You can't leave me...”

Kyuhyun had fallen asleep after crying on Zhou Mi. The struggling, the shouting and the kissing stopped. The once hot, thick and suffocating air dispersed and was replaced by the deafening sound of darkness and silence.

The night had been long and torturous and the event of Kyuhyun breathing against him couldn't make things more painful for Zhou Mi who, after making sure that the body next him was dead asleep, covered his face cried hard than he never done before in his whole life.

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Continue?

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A/N: OMMAIGAWD. It didn't exactly follow what I had in mind (again) but I think it turned out better than what I had originally planned. And HUZZAH! I can't believe I'm doing a chaptered story for QMi! I was more on doing some one-shots and then this popped suddenly - LIKE SUNFLOWERS! Now, shall I be what, continue doing this, pretty viewers? I'd be more happy to write this if there's anyone anticipating it. Heh.

I dedicate this to yukaritsubasa whose birthday is just around the corner! O YEAH.

[FIC] Halloween Is For Kids (at heart too!) , ONE-SHOT

2009-10-24T16:47:19Z

Title: Halloween Is For Kids (at heart too!)
Author: setsuna_k
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Comedy, Crack/Drabble/Random
Pairing: Band-love (all of 'em 15 boys!) and some Ninja!Pairing (if you squint hard enough, hehehe.)
Type: One-shot
Disclaimer: I'd be dreaming if I say, HAH! I OWNZ THEM! *gets killed next*

Summary: They just had to celebrate Halloween in the most comical and craziest ways, all thanks to this statement - WE'RE NOT GONNA GET ANY YOUNGER ANYMORE! LIKE TEUKIE-HYUNG! He has to do Halloween PRONTO!

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Things would have gone smoothly and peacefully that day when all of the members - including quiet Henry and happy Zhou Mi - were just lounging around at the 11th's dorm, until Donghae and Eunhyuk came barging in with big boxes on their arms. Oh, they weren't clad with simple clothing. In fact, Donghae had a red cape on and a clown's wig while Eunhyuk stood behind him wearing an arrow piercing through temples and toy eye-patch.

With a loud thud from the boxes, Donghae exclaimed, "We gotta celebrate Halloween! C'mon!" And then one by one, he took out several things that the members never knew they had kept - ghoul attire, toy bolts and screws, witch costume, a big dice (with holes on it, prolly to stick your limbs out), butler and maid - "WE HAVE THAT? WHO OWNS THAT ANYWAY?!" Came a surprised remark from Sungmin - costumes and a whole other unusual non-performing clothes.

As quickly as Donghae and Eunhyuk took out the clothes like two happy kids with their Legos, Eeteuk gave them a skeptic look. "Hold it, boys. What's going on here?"

"It's Halloween time! Don't you get into the spirit of the season?" Donghae too oblivious about the reprimanding continued taking out more stuff from the carton - a sailor's uniform, vampire clothing, victorian suits and many many more - that no sooner than 5 minutes, everyone flocked around the wardrobes and enthusiastically marveled at it. "Check this out: PIRATES!"

"And where in Heebum's name did you get that information, eh?"

Little did they know that somewhere inside the dorm, a cat sneezed. A quick, fur-ball-induced sneeze.

"Well, Henli told me that during the October, kids from Canada celebrate Halloween to scare people and get sweets at the same time! Sweets that are for free! FREE! Would you believe that?" Donghae explained and then turning to Ryeowook and giving him a fluffy, ruffly princess dress. "I think this is for you. PERFECT!"

"Hyung!"

Amidst the crowd (and yes, having 15 people inside one space was indeed a noisy but happy crowd), Henry emphasized, "Gege, I meant to say kids - small, hyper and loud kids - celebrate it. Not, uh, adults."

"Bah! Who cares? We're kids too! Except for Teukie-hyung... and maybe Heechul-hyun--

Then a pillow was sent flying to Eunhyuk, successfully smacked his face good. Heechul smirked in victory. The latter gave him a pout but proceeded nonetheless.

Both the Fishy and the Anchovy - unstoppable as they were - weren't quitting and continued mixing and matching attires for the remaining eager members. Eunhyuk swiveled to Siwon and shoved a priest's attire at him. "Now this is made just for you! Hold a bible and you'd be awesome!"

Siwon stared at the dancer like the older was crazy. "You can't b--- Oh, I like it already."

Still standing from where he was for the past 15 minutes, Kangin, with arms crossed, interjected with a question. "Who are we going to scare at this time of hour anyway?" He then made a quick glance at his watch and noted, "It's like, half past 7, you know."

"We'll think of something." Came an unusual reply from Yesung who had that interesting twinkle in his eyes as he held a Frankenstein costume up in the air. "And how come I knew this only now? This is great. Really great." Despite that monotonous tone and expression, everyone sensed that Yesung was already shaking with giddiness. Oh yes, the older one was rather excited. And this was rather unexpected. "Omo! Samurai costumes too?! I've been wanting to have one of these!"

Kyuhyun eyed at the wardrobe he took out by random - just anything his hand could grab upon rummaging inside the box - and grunted. Hell, he wasn't interested wearing a devil's attire. Wait, on second thought, maybe he could make things work with the toy trident and that plastic red horns that came with the package.

Eeteuk shook his head. "Wait, wait, wait. You guys can't be serious. And it's all too sudden. Not to mention unpla--

"Hyung! We're not gonna get younger anymore! We gotta do this! Do you see yourself doing this again after 40? No, you don't! Because after 40, you'd be watching 27 stray cats instead!" Donghae, who as of the moment looking quite an adorable child with that pouty expression of his, stared beggingly at his hyung. Just who in the world could resist this cuteness? Eeteuk almost fell for it -- which he did after more pouting and eyes glimmering.

"Argh. Fine! Just stay out of trouble! And I'm not gonna watch 27 stray cats, you here me?!"

The eldest among the group disappeared inside the kitchen, mumbling about cats and age number. Donghae grinned, gave a thumb's up to Eunhyuk and cheered excitedly. "Who wants to wear the doctor suit?"

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Two hours later and after much debates on who was going as what, Zhou Mi appeared looking quite displeased. Not only that he was wearing a simple yellow shirt and jeans, his face had yellow petals attached around and toy flowers and leaves on his hand. Where was the trademark sunny smile? It disappeared as soon as he stepped out to reveal his costume that Hankyung had fixed for him.

"Yah, I know sunflowers are happy but this one isn't. What's wrong with you?" Shindong said as he pointed the now floral-dressed Chinese member using chopsticks with ramen noodles dangling from it. Kyuhyun, at his hardest, tried not to burst but guffawed after 5 seconds when Zhou Mi showed a sarcastic sunny-flower smile. They young male practically rolled on the floor with hands on his stomach.

The older one shot him a deadly look before retreating from the backstage-slash-dressing room-slash-costume vault. "Yeah, laugh while you still can, Kui Xian. Laugh while you still can."

Then a new model emerged; the next one presenting was... who in the world?

"Heechul-hyung? With blond hair? Why... do you look like Hankyung-sshi?" Kangin told in shocked while staring at a bleach-haired - probably a wig now that the two thought of it - Heechul wearing a very familiar costume that they wore during their tour - the reptile, sleeveless vest and black slacks they used at Disco Drive.

"Hah! No one can pull of wearing a Geng costume other than me!" The Cinderella-man proclaimed proudly before sputtering gibberish Chinese-Korean words and began doing trademark Hankyung dance moves. "Yo yo yo, my man!"

"This... is not working." Shindong whispered, backing away together with the cup of ramen at his hands.

"My thoughts exactly." Kangin whispered back.

Suddenly, Donghae and Eunhyuk popped out from the room and dragged the hyper man away, yelling, "Hyung! You're doing it wrong!"

Amidst the debate over Heechul looking pretty much like Hankyung and the real Hangkyung covering his face in embarrassment, a big box of something trudged outside. Upon closer inspection, this was no ordinary something because right in front of the surface plastered a big block of text, VIOLIN FOR SEMI-DUMMIES, and that it looked like it was huge HUGE human-sized reference.

"Looks who's the walking genius now! Hah!" Popping his head from the top side, Henry giggled and waved his short arms around, modeling his now book-body costume. Shindong and Kangin face-palmed.

"The little guy worse than Heechul-hyung!"

But nothing was worst than forcing a Kibum in peasant's clothing - plus staff and a plushie sheep snugged around his arm. His once facial hair cleanly removed previously but now was replaced by a badly drawn beard using charcoal pencil. His scowl added more charm, actually; he looked like a stressed out shepherd who had been looking for his long lost sheep all day long.

"Don't you say a word." Was his scary statement to the snickering members before storming back inside the room. "Sungmin-hyung, I'm not gonna wear this!"

Little did they now that the time they spent mixing and matching turned longer than originally planned. It made them realize too late when Eeteuk arrived from the convenience store with bag of candies and chocolates and with the question, "Why are you guys still here? It's almost 11! I thought you were going out to scare people!"

Donghae, now wearing bobbing antennae, jolted up from his rummaging and looked appalled. "Woh?! Is it that late already?! What happened?! Where did the time go?!" Yes, the little Donghae was panicking like child who lost his favorite robot toy. "No! We gotta go outside now!"

"But I'm not done yet!" Ryeowook cried while struggling to put on a victorian dress and Yesung was no help to him because the latter was too busy marveling at his samurai look and fake X scar on the face.

"I'm Yesung, Yesung the slasher. Fear me not and the last thing you'd see would be the glint of my sword!"

"Yesung-hyung! Heeeelp!"

The members, 10 of them shuffling around the entrance because Eunhyuk told them to get ready, eyed suspiciously after someone wearing a white blanket over, covering the body from head to toe. At the head though, there was a poorly illustrated spooky face. "Yah, Donghae-ah, what are you supposed to be ah?"

"Wooo~ I'm the spiriiit~ I don't know what handsome, hot, good-looking, and cute Donghae you speak of."

Eunhyuk gave him a punch on the arm before laughing. "Oh, you shut up."

But even before they could finally make an exit towards the quest of collecting sweets while scaring the wits out of unsuspecting people of Korea, the lights inside the dorm flickered first then BAM! All lights went off, enveloping the area with darkness. There was even no light source coming from outside the main door.

"What the hell?!"

"Wait, no one moves or--OWWW! SOMEONE STEPPED ON MY TOES!"

"Great, I dropped my petals."

"YAH! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE TOUCHING!"

"My bad, I thought that was my doll sheep."

"..."

"......."

"Oi, why are you guys going silent? Damn, speak! It's giving me the goosebumps! Yeah yeah yeah, my brothers! C'mon!"

"Heechul-ah, you're so noisy."

And the commotion got louder and louder with the members blindingly finding their way around and for flashlights. Some stabbed their toes against hard surfaces while others collided with another, creating more chaos and colorful profanities. Unbeknownst to them, their managers, just outside their door, whistled and walked away from the area with cunning grins plastered on their lips.

"Happy Halloween, boys. Enjoy Halloween for about... 30 minutes more. Heh."

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END.

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A/N: I'm honoring Halloween plus the fact that I was able to finish watching Mystery 6 without quitting halfway. I got so scared (and believe me, I'm one jumpy person, it's so ridiculous!) but was compensated with Donghae getting rescued by Eeteuk when he was drowning. TeukHae's kinda sweet actually. I APPROVE. *ra ra ra!!* Also, I learned to appreciate KiHae and MinWook! Hah!

You liked what you read, pretties? *waggles eyebrow*

[FIC] Only For You, ONE-SHOT

2009-10-02T15:27:06Z

Title: Only For You
Author: setsuna_k
Pairing: QMi
Rating: PG - 13 (Sexual situation)
Genre: Romance, Comedy, Shmut
Type: One-shot

Disclaimer: I CLAIM OWNERSHIP OVER THAT SMALL COOKIE ON YOUR DESK! HAH! (What? Super Junior? Do I look like I have something of awesomeness to claim anything? Naaaw~)

Dedicated to: thundersquall , ficcy , hotarumyst , tewki , hoyah for being the source of my inspiration. I know I'm a complete stranger to you guys but you guys proved to be great models of writing (drool-worthy) SJ fics (a lot of people here believe so too!). The pairing might not be to your liking but I do hope you'll like it.

Summary: Yes, he didn't prefer the ladies for he was already interested with someone else. Wait, scratch that, he was already together WITH that someone. Well, sort of. Somewhat.

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At times like this that Kyuhyun wondered if being too quiet was a bad thing, most especially now that he was inside a large hall, in a formal suit that he wore during Super Girl shoot, with everyone having a blast over food and drinks. While they were laughing and conversing to countless people Kyuhyun believed he couldn't remember after this evening, he was just standing there - at the refreshment area with a glass at hand and pursed lips - all alone.

He first spotted his leader, Hangeng-ge, bowing his head lowly at someone who looked like an important individual of the Chinese market music. The second youngest of the sub-group guessed that this person must be congratulating the success of the second album of Super Junior-M. After all, China and Korea are good, good friends.

His eyes averted after Siwon and Donghae, nodding their heads while they spoke with a group of Chinese people. Kyuhyun could also see how tentative Donghae was - with that serious look on his face - while one older man talked to him, in Mandarin for sure. Probably trying to understand word by word what the guy was saying, Kyuhyun thought.

Next was the older ladies fawning over Henry and Ryeowook of how adorably cute they were. Cheeks, cheeks and more cheeks; Ryeowook looked like he was having those oh-no-here-comes-another-pinching cringe on his face and tried avoiding those eager, ring-adorned fingers. Much to his dismay, both of them had their now abused cheeks pinched by the too delighted ladies.

"Too cute." Kyuhyun watched the scene with amusement, taking quick sips from his drink. He would've wanted to mingle like what the other members were doing but exhaustion came over him without notice the moment he stepped inside the large hall. Everything felt heavy actually, even the finger foods that were supposedly light on anyone's stomach felt heavy in him. His muscle ached but still stood confidently in front of the watching crowd, that was if anyone was watching him.

Unconsciously, his raven eyes fell on a particular member being surrounded by a couple of fine-looking ladies, too fine actually. The said member was smiling brightly as usual as the female group giggled with him. Kyuhyun twitched at the sight before him; those Chinese girls wore their dresses too skimpy for his taste, most especially that the slit on their clothes were high enough to expose thighs which he find unbearable to look at.

Yes, he didn't prefer the ladies for he was already interested with someone else. Wait, scratch that, he was already together WITH that someone. Well, sort of. Somewhat.

How happy Kyuhyun was when Zhou Mi practically and cunningly trapped him inside their practice room one evening just so the latter could confess - with that slight broken Hangul of his - to Kyuhyun. The former would never admit the pure bliss he felt that moment - that memorable night when only the two of them occupied that room.

But hold it, even after Zhou Mi confessed to him, Kyuhyun had yet to reply. Blame his shyness or pride or whatever, Kyuhyun couldn't muster anything to say after that. He would have to deal with replying to Zhou Mi later, or perhaps after this celebration. He knew he should say something tonight, despite the exhaustion that was eating up his strength.

Still, back at the problem at hand, said older admirer had his hand full of girls flirting him as of the moment. Of course, Kyuhyun thought immediately, that THAT Zhou Mi wouldn't push them away and would converse with them instead; speaking suave in fluent Mandarin and grinning pleasantly at anything. It was a Zhou Mi thing to do, alright.

Because, as everyone would put it, Zhou Mi was living sunshine and sometimes too sunshine that it drove Kyuhyun up the wall. Like for instance, now, where girls giggled even more to whatever Mr. Sunny Smile was saying. It would do the younger one better if Zhou Mi would lessen his interaction with the ladies. They were too close to his personal bubble and it really annoyed Kyuhyun.

"At least a meter distance. That would do, you idiot." He mumbled at his cup with one eye inconspicuously peered at the group who had Zhou Mi's undivided attention. And here I thought you l liked only me. What the hell are you doing now?

Just when thing couldn't get even more worse for the already tired Cho Kyuhyun, one lady - a sexy and beautiful Asian one, perhaps an artiste - stride across Zhou Mi and gave the male a playful squeeze on the arm. The girls began squealing like excited fans but Zhou Mi's reaction was otherwise.

Kyuhyun saw him shaking his head but still smiling, as always. Whatever that was, it was the last straw for the younger one. Dammit, I should've just stayed at my room. Just as he was to take a quick turn and exit the now growing crowd and noise, the inevitable happened.

SPLASH!

The surprised male blinked his heavy lids that had droplets on his long lashes. His lips tasted strawberries when he closed them after gawking for a second, and, funny, he wasn't using any strawberry-flavored lip-balm. He looked down and noted the new look on his suit - drench, wet, distorted and had lemon slice on the hem. It took a while before Kyuhyun felt sticky on his face down to his neck. "What--

"I'm sorry! I'm terribly sorry! Are you alright? I'll pay for that, really! I'm so sorry" The waitress stuttered - in Mandarin, the singer immediately comprehended - too quickly, taking out a large cloth from her possession and began wiping the excess fluid on Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun, on the other hand, had his mind too full of thoughts to argue with the waitress, or even react to the fact that he was now drenched with different drinks and refreshments, and simply dismissed her off.

"It's okay. I'm fine." He assured in fluent Mandarin - short and firm - and walked away from the curious crowd and the apologetic waitress, who was now getting scolded by the manager. The members, who were far from the commotion's location did not take any notice of the situation.

The younger one sighed and left the area quietly. Little did Kyuhyun know though, behind him was a worried Zhou Mi following him to the elevators.

"Kui Xian..."

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"Great, now the stylist will murder me when she sees this." The singer scrunched his face in dismay at the sight of red and green and pink on his white polo. The black blazer was fine, considering that it was black and stains were at minimal but his polo. Oh, his polo was ruined. Can I ask Ryeowook about this? He did mention about laundry and bleaches...

He tossed the now-colored top in his laundry basket, slightly frustrated. First it was Zhou Mi and now this? Simply amazing.

Inside his dimly-lit hotel room -- not too big and was over-looking the night scape of China, -- Kyuhyun walked and rummaged through his suitcase to confirm any decent formal attire to wear. Bathing could come later (a quick wash on his face and neck, re-do make up would do) because he needed proper clothes to wear now and immediately return at the party or else anyone would notice his sudden disappearance. Hankyung-hyung was quite the sharp one. And so was Siwon.

Then there was the soft knocking against his door, followed by a gentle, "Kui Xian, you in there? It's me."

Zhou Mi? How did he...?

Being the clever Chinese person that he was (and tad playful no matter what and when), Zhou Mi easily slid a card and no sooner than 1-2-3, he was inside Kyuhyun's room. He watched with wide eyes, for a moment, and swallowed hard; his Kui Xian wore nothing but his black slacks that wrapped around his tiny waist, a slick, velvet belt with glistening buckle holding his downward-wear and leather shoes. "What, uh, happened? You... okay?"

Apparently, the Chinese male was distracted. Who wouldnt? It wasn't everyday he'd get a chance to catch a half-dressed Kyuhyun, who most of time preferred to dress alone during shoots and whatnots.

Kyuhyun swiveled too quickly, his back now facing his surprised visitor, to hide the growing embarrassment and blush governing his face. Thank goodness that the lamp inside the room let out soft rays rather than bright ones to expose any redness that he wasn't ready to reveal just yet. Oh, wait. Maybe that was a bad idea instead because, hey, they were alone.

Inside a room.

With him only on his pants.

"I'm fine. I'll be good in a minute." Kyuhyun said, forcing a steady voice not to crack or falter. He wasn't planning to face or look at Zhou Mi, not now and not yet.

Still, no matter how many times he willed his emotions to stop doing erratic dance moves, just the mere presence of the Chinese member made his heart pumped thrice than normal. He quietly hoped he won't passed out just because of this.

"Oh... okay. I'll wait for you at the hall then." That was all Zhou Mi's reply before Kyuhyun heard the door opening and closing with a soft click.

He didn't understand why it happened oh-so immediately but he felt painful stings in his eyes. The same heavy feeling pulling him down earlier at the party just doubled. Tears threatened to slide down, which it it did after four heartbeats.

Stream of salty tears trickled downwards his cheeks and sobbed; his two hands now covering his face and didn't mind the coldness of the air-conditioning system might affect his shirtless torso, his body.

You could've stayed, you idiot. You could've waited here and tell me again what you told me just days ago. Are you playing with me, you big nosed-buffoo--

"You're crying, Kui Xian? If it's because of me, then, wow. You love me that much?"

Kyuhyun looked around, then behind, at the direction of the familiar voice and watched, with widening eyes, the heartfelt sun-smile Zhou Mi flashing at him. Just for him. There he was, still standing at the door with the suit the younger one knew all too well from all the secret watching he was doing during the Super Girl shoot. And Kyuhyun thought he really left!

This was just one of the moments that the younger one literally didn't breathe and grow stunned.

Zhou Mi, taking this his one-shot chance, advanced; striding his long legs forward and slowly trapping the shocked Kyuhyun between him and the glass window. "Thought I really left you alone here, didn't you?"

"I... I--

"I want to hear it. I want to hear it now, Kui Xian."

Hear what? Kyuhyun tried rattling his brain to work properly, like it should, but Zhou Mi was breathing down on him; he couldn't think straight when Zhou Mi had his body slightly pressed against the younger one's exposed body. With a free hand, the Chinese singer ran his fingers along Kyuhyun's cheek then jawline, down to his neck and back to his face, precisely his plump lips. Continuously but this time at a slower pace, Zhou Mi ran a soft finger across the trembling lips, first the upper lip then the lower one, coaxing it to relax.

Kyuhyun was at loss for words and mobility and could only feel the intense fire of the spots Zhou Mi just touched; his lips were uncontrollably shaking, and so was his breathing. This closeness, this intimacy, all of it felt insane because Zhou Mi was simply the one doing it.

"Lick it."

Kyuhyun finally overcame immobility and looked at his partner with a stunned mixed shocked gaze. Did he just say what Kyuhyun thought he said?

"What...?"

"Lick it. Tian."

The younger stared intensely at the older one; their eyes locked together in magnetizing pull of lust and passionate. The stillness of the surrounding made both males hear the fast beating of hearts rooted from both nervousness and excitement. This moment, this very moment, everything was clear and vivid and neither couldn't deny the situation that unfolded before them.

The drumming inside his chest rang inside his ear and he couldn't hear anything except the inhaling and exhaling of the male in front of him. He paused for a moment, collecting the strength that drowned out of him back in and slowly, reluctantly, parted his trembling lips open and stuck out his tongue. With tightly closed eyes for the embarrassment of looking straight at Zhou Mi, Kyuhyun began sliding his innocent tongue over the soft padding of Zhou Mi's finger.

"Kui Xian..." That sound in voice and sigh resounded happiness and bliss and Kyuhyun could've sworn he felt Zhou Mi smiling down on him. Still, he would not dare look up or open his eyes at the man before him. Instead, he unconsciously proceeded licking up and down, until his action, without consent, took the finger inside his mouth. "Mmmm..."

Time had really slowed down on them and Kyuhyun felt the never-ending gush of emotions overtaking his mind, heart and down there. How could such a simple action be so insanely arousing? He felt light-headed from all the thinking but his body was at auto-pilot, obediently following every command Zhou Mi told him. Because his voice was just so.

The glass behind him, against his exposed back, felt cold but was not cold enough to cool down the warm-turning-heat that was tingling around his body. Oh, god... I can't believe this is happening... But Kyuhyun was not entirely complaining, In fact, it was the opposite.

That was then Zhou Mi pulled his saliva-covered finger back, gave it a quick lick as well - which earned him a once again surprised reaction from Kyuhyun - and finally took the petite body into his arms and brought it on the soft mattress. The squeaking of the bed made the younger one snap back from his trance and finally realized that Zhou Mi pushed him against the bed's headboard; his body - hot and tingly - underneath the older male's and head resting against the said board. Their gazes met for a brief moment at close proximity; their faces were only inches away from each other.

"Now, will you say it?" Zhou Mi's voice was low, almost whispery-like against his ear and that his breath ghostly passed against his hot skin. Kyuhyun squirmed underneath him, trying to compose himself again but when the Chinese man was this close to him, well, he'd be having a hard time opening his mouth. "I was afraid you didn't feel the same way. But when I saw you looking at me during the party, I changed minds."

"You... you were watching me?"

"The whole time, Kui Xian. The whole time." Soft lips met sensitive skin and was grazed around, leaving heated marks on the earlobe, on the jawline, down to the neck until the Adam's Apple, giving it an eager nibble. Kyuhyun let out a sigh of pleasure and turned his head to one side, granting more access to his already exposed skin for Zhou Mi to kiss, lick and suckle at. "You're body says it but I want to hear it by words as well."

"You.. idiot. Then what were you doing with those girls earlier? You looked like you got ten happy Chinese girlfriends." The younger hitched a breathing when two hands found their way on his torso, to his chest, going down this abdomen. All the while he spoke, Zhou Mi continued leaving traces of kisses over his skin, lowering until he reached the chest area and gave one innocent nub a flick of his moist tongue then nipped on it. "Ah!"

Zhou Mi grinned a bit too wickedly after hearing a sharp intake of air from the male below him. "I had to, Kui Xian. I wanted to know if you love me like how I love you. Hey, you taste like strawberry."

"You're insane..." Kyuhyun made out after restraining to moan but failed when there was one mouth suckling too hard on his already rigid nub while a skillful hand traveling downwards to his slacks-covered thighs - got one a good kneading and groping.

"Oh, oh, oh only for you~"

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"Where were you guys?! You missed the part when Henry-ah had to play his violin just to make those ladies stop pinching his cheeks! Look, see that red spots? Yeah, he got those after like, what, 15 pinches?" Donghae excitedly told; that amazed look on his face suggested that he had fun watching the same scenario Kyuhyun was looking at earlier. "Wait, where were you at again?"

"Kui Xian made a mess of his clothes. Just lent him one from my stuff." Zhou Mi explained in one breath, all too natural, and flashed one of his sunny smiles at the unsuspected Donghae. Donghae looked at his dongsaeng, Kyuhyun who was quiet again, like always, and nodded. With that, he bounced towards to the now second victim of cheek-pinching problem -- Ryeowook.

"Oh, not again..." Ryeowook's frown was evident but not persuasive enough to stop the Chinese ladies to squeal at his cuteness and yes, to pinch his already tomato-red cheeks. The next time, he and Henry needed Cheeks Protection Program or CPP from the management against these inhumane abuse.

Amidst the commotion and fun inside the noisy hall, one hand found another from behind and laced fingers together. Zhou Mi, at the corner of his eyes, smiled at the blushing Kyuhyun who was looking away from him.

Yeah, I love you too, Zhou Mi, you big nosed-buffoon.

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END.

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A/N: ZOMG. I think I'm proud of this work! It's my first QMi and ever first shmut-ish! The whole scenario turned out longer than I originally planned plus the additional scenarios just came like POOF! when I was at the process of writing this! In any case, I do hope you enjoyed that little tease above there. Smut proved to be one of the challenges I'm planning to overcome one day! For now, do review! Or else those Chinese ladies will pinch your little cheeks! (*cough*Ihopeyou'rereadingthisJUWAN*cough)

PS. Fail!Chinese at one of the paragraphs there. Please forgive my fail awesomeness. *gets bricked*

PPS. Much thanks to thundersquall for correcting my fail!Mandarin attempt. Thank you!

[FIC] What's Important , ONE-SHOT

2009-09-29T20:05:27Z

Title: What's Important
Author: setsuna_k
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Romance, Drama (slight), Comedy (slight)
Rating: PG – 13
Type: One-shot

Summary: Eunhyuk knows that dancing is the only thing he loves the most. Ever since. But when Donghae starts showing odd signs, Eunhyuk is now confused with his own feelings. What’s an anchovy to do?

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So what does one do when after all these years of firm conviction and dedication suddenly gets thrown off so easily and simply? Get upset? Get confused? Be passive and just go with the, err, flow?

Sighing. Now.

Why does this happen to me? What did it have to be him? C’mon, this really cannot be what I THINK it is.

It and him are completely different somethings; like it cannot be compared and used in a single sentence. These two things cannot go together in anything under any circumstances.

Okay, okay. I’m talking nonsensical here and that I’m not making any coherence AND probably you’re wondering, What the hell’s with Lee Hyukjae and his stream of deep deep thoughts? That’s so not like him at all!

Why, if you’d happen to know – which I think that you still don’t – then you’d understand why I’m going insane here. It’s because of two things:

Dancing.

And then Donghae.

I love the first with my whole life, body and soul. It’s an incomparable feeling; immeasurable and unquestionable. For as long as I remembered, dancing had always been my drive and motivation. It’s a life-long passion and connection with the other members who share the same interest.

But of course, no one loves dancing like the way I do. It’s a given, obvious fact. You’d witness it yourselves every time Super Junior performs live – Eunhyuk at the frontlines as the lead dancer of the band!

So… what about the second? After all this appraising and acknowledgment and love for dancing, what does Donghae have to do with anything? In the first place, how is he connected with all of this anyway?

Funny you should wonder inside your little noggins because I, myself, wonder just how exactly Lee Donghae – aka Fishy of SJ – affects me in ways I cannot understand. And by affect, I mean… OH, I DON’T KNOW. Seriously, I don’t. I have this big question mark on my hands, literally, I swear.

It’s like one day, he’s just there. Then the next thing you know, he’s really, really there. You get what I mean?

Before, he’d be all loud, playful and adorable, according to Siwon who finds EVERYONE adorable, and would always laugh at anything with the members. I’m no exception and sometimes, I join in the fun. So laugh sessions, here we go.

Simple hugs and and casual hand squeezes, smiles showing those shiny whites and intimate touches are of nothing but his friendly gestures (even though he says he doesn’t like to be touched, he’s the one who initiates it! I’m not kidding!). That is all there is to it. I mean, even Eeteuk-hyung displays skinship out of randomity. We all do. For these past years, it’s a natural thing for us. Call it gay, whatever. We love doing it nonetheless.

Until one day, during the usual group interview for the 3rd album, there is this fan’s moment with the band; a young, eager and excited lady asks us, “Oppa! What’s the most important thing to you? A someone?”

The question is firstly directed to Ryeowook but Yesung-hyung proudly stands up and wears that usual unreadable expression of his, announcing like it’s common knowledge, “Me.”

“Hyung! What are yo—

Too late to stall now though, majority of the audience squeals in delight and butterflies and little Ryeowook can only sink deep in his chair and blush madly while Yesung-hyung flashes his infamous smirk. “I can’t believe you just said that… in live broadcast… for THOUSANDS TO WATCH!”

And so, the Yesung and Ryeowook – known as YeWook – is born, much to Ryeowook-ah’s embarrassment.

I patiently wait for my turn –because I will not be in after a lot of members or so– and quietly think of a good, clever answer. Hey, I have to keep my image as witty as possible! So…

The fans? Wait, that kind of answer suits Kyuhyun-ah the best. After all, the magnae loves everybody – something proven during those Intimate Note days. That rolling paper moment was really, really something.

The members? Ah, Teukie-hyung and Siwonnie already answered that. Mind you, they are rather obvious about it too.

What else, what else?

I halt my train of thoughts and shake my head quickly. What am I wondering and panicking about? I already know the answer, of course! By mind, by heart and by soul. There’s no need to find something else. Because, really, there’s nothing else.

Or so I thought.

“Oppa, what’s your most important thing?” The fan continues her quest of unlocking hidden information about Super Junior and somewhat successfully makes pairings out of the members, all thanks to their ambiguous answers. Leave it to the audience and their funny-bordering-to-crazy imagination to spice things up.

However, not with me, lady, I know I’m in love with the most important thing in my life and I’m not about to falter from it.

“Eunhyuk-oppa’s most important thing is… dancing.” I say with confidence; a natural smile flashing across my lips. I look at the members and they seem contented with my reply – even Heechul-sshi looks impressed!

But when I finally look at the last member sits at the end, I feel a funny twist inside my gut and time appears to slow down on me. Eyes meets eyes in a deep, unwavering lock and I know that something is off at this very moment – on this stage, inside this set at this second.

Donghae looks like he’s about to cry. Or isn’t he?

I rub my eye for good measure, not too roughly to ruin my eyeliner, so as to make sure that I’m not being tricked my by own eyesight and glance him again.

Laughing. Laughing?

He’s laughing now; that light-hearted voice separates from the noise inside this hall. Wait, how can I differentiate one tone from a fifty, or a hundred? Just when did I develop this kind of… talent? And why only Donghae’s?

“Do you want to know Donghae-ah’s most important thing, hmmm?” Heechul waggles his eyebrow at the excited audience and victoriously teeters the question – that is supposedly addressed to him next – to the Fishy. Donghae, on the other hand, tries to ward off the possible event that looks like it’s happening nonetheless. Again, too late.

That stunt earlier, I wonder, is it my imagination or real? Because of this, I find myself growing interested at Donghae’s answer. This curiosity and sudden magnetism towards him is unexplainable. Told ya he affects me in ways I can’t understand. Is this some kind of charm or curse he’s pulling? I knew we shouldn’t have let him watch those occult American movies! It gets to him… negatively.

Okay, back at his would-be answers.

So, will it be his late father – I predicted beforehand, actually? Because we know his love for his dad is far greater than everyone knows.

Or will it be his career as a singer and dancer, an idol who is adored by many people? Because ever since, he’s always been prince-like. The girls want him and the guys looks up to him.

Or maybe that sentimental bracelet that his mom ga—

“It’s a someone actually…” Comes a sheepish, provincial-accent reply and is followed by another hearty laugh. My inner thoughts literally stop and the fans grow insane instantly. As for the remaining members, they have their mouths curved into an “o.”

Heechul-sshi seems to be up to something with that cat-grin on his face but I’m more of distracted at the fact that DONGHAE JUST CONFESSED THAT HE HAS SOMEONE HE LIKES. HE LIKES SOMEONE!

My chest twists suddenly without my consent and it feels like I’m having a bad case of heart-one-mile-marathon. Eunhyuk, what is wrong? Why are you feeling this way?

No matter how many times I rationalize myself about this moment, calming never comes my way.

Just when things have gotten more confusing, Donghae begins avoiding me after that interview, after the day.

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Hankyung, occassionally with the Fishy, does a round-about at the evening hours when most members are about to sleep. Being the sweet Chinese members that he is, he visits room-to-room to bid good night.

Comes with the bidding is a cheek-kiss too. I’m not complaining or anything since he does this for god-knows-how-many-times already. We grow accustomed to it.

What I’m not accustomed with is that Donghae continues his silent treatment and avoiding-the-anchovy behavior to me. I just don’t get him. It has already been days after that interview and the Fishy grows even more distant that I can allow. Have I done something to him? Did I do anything wrong?

There he is, as usual with Hankyung who is tucking Sungmin and giving him a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the younger one to slumber. I stand by the door and watch; waiting until Donghae will notice my presence.

Which he does. Bingo.

“Eunhyukkie~ Couldn’t wait for me to tuck you in?” Hankyung cheerfully teases me and somewhat makes the atmosphere less tense than it already is. I smile widely at hyung, trying to be polite and sweet – like my usual self – but at my peripheral vision, I notice the same-aged male as me is looking anything but my direction.

I can feel my fist clenching and my heart doing erratic flips again. I grow annoyed and I know it. “Hyung, can I talk to Donghae-ah for a moment? He’ll follow you upstairs when we’re done.”

“At this time of hour?”

“Yes, please.”

I’m not thinking about what I just said and immediately take Donghae’s wrist on my own and drag him inside my room, leaving a clueless Hankyung-hyung outside. When I hear the main door clicking then closing after, I turn to face a surprised Donghae.

“Hyuk…? What’s going on?” I hear him ask in a hesitant manner, his eyes darting at the familiar room that is for myself – not a shared room like Yesung and Ryeowook’s and Kyuhyun and Sungmin’s. His eyes fell on mine now and appeared lost for words. Like he doesn’t know what to do or say.

Is that guilt I’m seeing in his raven eyes as well? The more I look at him closely, the more I find myself marveling at his facial features that I never seem to notice before – like how thin his lips are or how defined his jaw-line is and the way his eyelashes are long enough to fan and cast shadow over his eyes. Lastly, his eyes are really REALLY clear – like the vast, open ocean.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” I ask in a low voice when I advance, shaking my thoughts that seem to be falling deeper into him after looking at him at a closer range.

He backs away, making more distance between from him to me but had he notice that it’s my shelf of Cds that is behind him then that’s one wrong move he did. “I can explain…”

“You treat everyone the same except for me. Why is that?” I continue moving forward until he backs against the shelves and has to finally look at me straight. “Did I do something?”

Because, really, for the past days that Donghae had avoided me, there has never been an hour that I did not wonder where I went wrong. The way he looked at me during the interview still burns inside my mind – imprinted and not disappearing no matter how many tries of dismissing it. Unconsciously, I think of him. Then I think of the person who seems to the top of his priorities – the most important someone.

I grow irritated, annoyed and for once, jealous.

“I…” He trailed off.

I watch him hang his head low, his dark brown bangs covering his face and clear eyes that I now find so beautiful to stare at. In silence, he trembles, “I knew I couldn’t win.”

I look at him with wondering eyes even though he doesn’t know it. What is he talking about? Winning what?

“I don’t understand.”

“I said that to make you at least think of me but… but… I guess it’s no use. You love it more than anything. You’ll only look at it than…” His tearful gaze now locks with my wide ones. “…me.”

“Is this about the interview? The ‘most important’ topic, is it?” I carefully confirm, trying not to mistake this from a different one. “If it’s then—

Donghae silenced me with his stammering, and shaky voice; those small tears sliding down his cheeks. “Eunhyuk… I think… I think… I love…y—

He couldn’t continue, I know it, and just collapse on the carpeted floor with his hands covering his face. Out of shame or embarrassment, I don’t know. I just stare, dumbfounded, and slowly interweave his words and actions and come into a simple, vivid generalization:

“You’re in love with me, aren’t you? Is that the reason why you distance yourself?”

He doesn’t say anything but the nodding of his head finalizes everything. After a few heavy breathing, he continued behind his closed palms, “Dancing is the most important thing to you while I… the most important thing to me is you. Ever, ever since.”

“Hae…”

“I can’t win against passion, I know. I never wanted to tell you this too. I’m sorry.”

I don’t know what’s more surprising: the fact that Donghae just confessed to me in the cutest way than I could ever imagine or that despite his weak voice, he quickly jolts up and is about to break for a run outside my room?

A dancer’s body quick and his body proves to be one. Unfortunately I’m quicker and before he could completely make a hasty exit, I grab his arm and swivel around him. As fast as counting 1 to 5, the both of us now drop and sprawl on the mattress with my stuff toys rolling at different directions.

“Where are you planning to go? We’re not done yet.” I heave, catching my breath at the sudden use of strength. I open my eyes and notice the paralyzed Donghae underneath me; face all tomato-y, breathing stop and eyes so big. I have never seen him so… in shocked. “Oi, you’re not dead, are you?”

He finally blinks and pouts at me, like his regular, bully self, “Get off, Hyuk! You’re heavy! I can't breeeathe~”

But one side of my lips tugs upward. I leaned in and smirk. “And let you escape just like that? How about no?”

I do not know how it happened or when but the previous tension dissipates and is replaced by a comfortable silence with me straddling an oblivious Donghae who, at his hardest, trying not to waver from our current, err, intimate position. It’s a game we unconsciously engage in and whoever removes his current position, loses.

Oh, to hell with that. I don’t care anymore. Because, really, I'm here, pinning him down. I'm on him and his under me. Who could ask for a more better opportunity? Position? Chance?

“Donghae…” I whisper quietly – a hint of want behind that voice – to make him look at me. The moment he does though, I closed the distance between our faces and take him on in full-on mouth-to-mouth lock. He tries resisting by not opening his mouth but a few licks and the tongue-sliding-over-the-purse-of-his-mouth, he finally gives in and parts his soft lips to welcome mine.

How long did we kiss like this, our mouths dancing in sensual rhythm together, our tongues tasting the other one’s cavern and lips hungrily caressing the other? I guess it doesn’t matter when between these demanding and greedy but passionate kisses and hot touches, I can hear myself, or probably my awesomeness that is my conscience, thinking:

You love dancing, and so is Donghae.

And I must have been too careless when I shift my position to a more comfortable one when my hand accidentally palmed the angle between his legs. The next thing I knew, I see stars twinkling about while being on the cold, carpeted floor.

“Yah!! Lee Hyukjae, you pervert!!! NOT YET!!!”

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END.

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A/N: I noticed that I've done two ONE-SHOTS of EunHae! It's fun doing their one-shots, actually.. Well, anyway, if this isn't too lame or cheesy or fail to you, please do review, my loyal readers! *heart* I'm actually in vacation from my HanChul (Oh, My Super ... Guy?!) and SJ-one-shots. SRSLY. I should get back to those already! *RUNS* And I need more QMi fics around here! *hyperventilates*

[FIC] Oh, My Super... Guy?! , CH2

2009-09-21T16:20:43Z

Chapter 02: Mistake

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They were not sure how it happened but it just did. One minute everything was recorded and played smoothly - from 7AM to 12MN for the past sessions - then the next thing everyone of the staff, actors and members knew, Heechul had somehow made himself semi-PD of the Super Girl MV. How he managed to snatch a role that was far from his real career, no one knew and understood. Because it was just as what they described - it just happened.

Literally.

And it began the next day when he made himself present at the shoot. A simple - but devilish smile on the inside - was plastered on his lips upon arriving at the scene. He was there, alright, at the party and scanned around curiously at the hired actors and peeps, the props - balloons, food, couches and the music.

The doors opened and revealed the younger members coming out in hot and fashionable clothes and styled hair; their make-ups were simple but enough to define their good-looking features. Kyuhyun was the first one to notice the presence of the older one. Although he found it a bit unusual for his Heechul-hyung to be inside the set itself, the younger one didn't mind his hyung to be there with them.

"Hyung, you're here! We thought you had other works to do!" The one of the youngest members of SJ-M greeted as soon as he was near Heechul.

"Yeah, well, I want to watch again." Was all Heechul's reply to Kyuhyun before walking around the area; his mind quickly drifting off, aimlessly trudging at the small set which earned wondering gazes from the said hired peeps. What he, Kim Heechul of Super Junior, was doing there, they had the vaguest idea. Now, where's that China boy?

"Omo! Heechul-sshi! Is that you? If I knew you were coming, I would've greeted you earlier!"

The said man turned, only to be greeted by a sunshine smile of Jung Jessica wearing a pearl red tube dress. She waved enthusiastically from the door and immediately advanced towards Heechul at the set. The man swore he felt his stomach did weird flops, not because of admiration or bewilderment - Hell, no way. - but the thought of her being paired with his favorite guy did not leave a good impression for the Cinderella-man.

Or so that was the description of the MV and Hankyung and Jessica's roles. He had yet to see with his own two cat-eyes what exactly their parts were.

And Heechul was a civil man; greeting the young lady with one of his famous smile and bowed to her. Of course he couldn't just growl and snarl at the SNSD member for being the opportunist-towards-idiot-Hankyung just because he didn't like the pairing. In fact, as much as he wanted to edit EVERYTHING of Super Girl, he couldn't. He wouldn't.

Yet.

Because if he did react to anything, he might expose something to a certain someone and Heechul did not want that at all. He was civil, CIVIL. And he was quiet, calm, nice, reasonab--

"Earth to Heechul-sshi!"

The male had to clear his throat. "Ah. Oh, Jessica-sshi~ Wow, you're looking, errm, good." Heechul said with a bit of awkwardness but the lady didn't seem to notice the squeak in his voice and instead giggled at him.

"Such a charmer, as always!" She squealed at him and the next thing he knew, he found Jessica's arms latched on his slightly broad shoulders. She embraced him tightly like a friend would. Being under the same agency and all, that was all there was to it. Unfortunately, all that Heechul felt actually was discomfort at the contact of her skin against his. Should he at least be happy about this hug? This was Jessica of SNSD who was clinging on him! Not all guys could get this kind blessing. Or something.

"Uh, Jessica-sshi..." Heechul spoke like he was lost. His eyes wandered off then, slowly admitting himself in her tight grasp, because it will not hurt, c'mon, it's just a stupid hug, when the sight of a certain Chinese male caught his eyes. Like that, still in her arms, Heechul saw Hankyung looking at them both through his dorky, round glasses while he was at the door. In an instant, the Cinderella-man's eyes shot up and swallowed inwardly.

When their eyes finally met for today, Heechul couldn't grasp the emotion Hankyung's eyes showed. He knew that the Chinese man was looking at him straight and only him. Nonetheless, the staring was short and brief and the leader of SJ-M quickly turned to loud and bubbly - exactly the portrait of his dorky and nerdy role - and began chattering away with his members and hired actors.

Jessica, taking this as a starting-sign of their shoot, quickly bowed to the male and skittered off where the SJ-M group was. All that was left was a taken-aback Heechul and his thoughts of what just happened here?

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Heechul was not the type to mull over previous events and began participating at what everyone assumed as simple PD-work. At first, the staff dismissed his actions as, "Aww, Heechul-sshi's being supportive to his members!"

But the hours flew and the previous modest remark turned to a worried and shocked statement, "Heechul-sshi's straying everything from the original! Somebody stop him! Quickly!"

Even the director, the real one, could only stare in surprise at what seemed like days of shooting for the primary plan teetered to a whole new plot in just a single day! It was all thanks to Kim Heechul's suggestions, managing and, OH HELL, everything!

"No no no~ Jessica-sshi and Geng-ah should at least have 3 meters distance from each other! And when Geng-ah's taking photos of everyone, he should avoid Jessica-sshi!" The Cinderella-man interrupted and centered himself on the party-set up; with a roll of script at one hand, he gestured what he described using his arms.

The camera-men looked at him like they couldn't believe it what the latter was indicating. "But, sir, if we do that... then the whole idea of Hankyung-sshi's trying to get closer to Je--

"And, really, why stay with script when we can do so much more! I say we ditch the whole nerd-princess type of story and focus more on dance and solo shots! Fans will like those more - just like how we did at Sorry Sorry!" Heechul exclaimed much louder to everyone who was listening; as if he was a proud director and producer leading a big production. And every time someone who raise his concern, the second eldest of SuJu interrupted him, like on purpose. Alright, leave it to Kim Heechul and his bright ideas.

But, amidst the planning of a whole new concept, the members of SJ-M shook heads together in dismay at the scene before them.

"Somebody, seriously, stop Heechul-hyung. He's out of control!" Donghae whispered to the six males as they continue watching their hyung and his nonstop ramblings. "Siwon, you do it! You're close with hyung, right? Deal with him!"

"Are you out of your mind?" Siwon looking pretty much shocked. "The last time I asked Heechul-hyung to behave, he shoved Heebum at my face and the cat nailed my nose!"

"But we can't have Henry and Zhou Mi talked to him! It's like sending them to Hell. A HEECHUL-INSPIRED TORTURE. They have no idea just how scary hyung is!"

Heechul turned his head the 7 members; his smile curved into an eerie way and they swore they saw a throbbing vein popping visibly on his forehead. "What was that guys?"

"N-nothing."

And so, Heechul continued his list of bright, new ideas for Super Girl. The male simply had ways to get what he wanted and fortunately for him, everything stopped and seemed to be going his way. The director couldn't decline, or even suggest anything. Even Jessica couldn't comment on anything about the plan. Because Kim Heechul is KIM HEECHUL, he could get away with just about everything.

Or so he thought.

The leader finally stepped in, after noting the time - past 8PM already - and realized what the older male was doing was interrupting their work. The more they delayed, the more they had shootings to do the next days. Plus, changing plots was not something Hankyung approved to do, even if it all came from scary Heechul.

"Heechul-ah, what are you doing? You can't just change everything here. How about you let the PDs and the director do their jobs. And shouldn't you be heading home? You have to be somewhere tomorrow, right? Eeteuk-hyung told me." The leader of the group slowly spoke; his Korean speaking talent a bit off but not too off to be incomprehensible.

"I don't know what you're talking about~" Heechul looked, feigning innocence, at the Chinese member and simply shrugged. He then approached the monitor and TV area of the staff and examined the recorded video: Hankyung holding his cellphone and was videoing the sexy Jessica but the lady merely hit him with her balloon then shoved the gadget away. Heechul twitched his eyes on this. "This is not right at all! C'mon, let's do it again with MY idea instead."

Little did everyone know, Hankyung had already started feeling tad annoyed and irritated. Out of fatigue or simply with his roommate's stubbornness and pushiness, he didn't know. He just felt like he was already at his limit. Ever since morning. "Heechul-ah, quit this, will you?"

The mentioned man blinked at him. "Quit what? I merely try to help. Is that wrong, any way and any how?"

"There's no need to edit or re-shoot. If the director says 'it's okay' then it's okay." Hankyung said, his voice suddenly rising. But the other male was bit oblivious with this and continued his persistence. Really, why were they arguing like this?

"Didn't you say you want a great MV? So here I am, granting it."

The Chinese member sighed in an exhausted manner; his eyes suddenly grew heavy and every muscle ached. He did not need this, especially what happened that morning and now this evening.

After a short pause, he advanced towards the other man and grabbed the latter by the arms. "C'mon, let's go. No use arguing with you." There was a little struggle between the two - Heechul wanting to fling Hankyung's hand away from him but the latter held him tight - and the nearby watchers could only gulp at the sudden tension.

"You really can't persuade me seriously when you're wearing that dorky clothes, you know?"

"What the hell, Heechul-ah? You're the one who's being a total ass now!"

"Oh, do tell. While you're at it, did you know you're a total creeper with your outfit?"

Their struggling turned violent - pushing and shoving - with the Chinese man trying to restrain the other when Heechul collided with one of the monitors and had his hand slammed at the keys of a keyboard. An electronic beeping sounded off harshly next - like those of biological-testing laboratories - and the monitor behind Heechul turned blank instantly.

Then everyone noticed all monitors were off. "Hold, what's goi--

"AHHH!! YOU DIDN'T HIT THE RESET BUTTON, DID YOU?! ALL VIDEOS ARE IN THERE!" One PD dashed and got in between the two arguing males, and searched with frantic and panic eyes; her fingers swiftly operating the main board. She was able to operate the computer as quick and scanned through files.

Then her jaw dropped. "OH CRAP! EVERYTHING'S ERASED!! ALL OF IT! NOOOOOOO!!"

It didn't take five seconds before the whole set turned noisy and loud - grunts of disapproval, complains and wails resounded the walls. Even the members looked like they were completely loss for words.

Heechul remained to where he was - beside the monitors - with a horrified look on his face and Hankyung looking like he was at the very edge of crying, or worse exploding. Instead the Chinese man hung his head low; black tresses casting shadow over his eyes and now taking off the round glasses. He silently walked away and left the group, the set, the staff and Heechul with the words:

"Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Fucking dammit."

Then the door slammed hard.

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Continue?

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A/N: Alright, so I guess this chapter ain't so much of a comical-hint but I do hope it'll get better at the next one! *crosses fingers* So yes, do review, my pretty cookies! Do tell me if I should continue this because I have the foggiest idea if I should. Mooou~

[FIC] Oh, My Super... Guy?! , CH1

2009-09-17T21:48:16Z

Title: Oh, My Super... Guy?!
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: PG-13 (for language and suggestiveness)
Genre: Comedy, Romance

Summary: The new SJ-M music video is out! And guess who's not too happy about it? Watch and witness the many attempts of vid-sabotage, vid-delay, vid-distraction Kim Heechul does inside AND outside the set. After all, jealousy does wonders to anyone and the Cinderella-man is no exemption from it!

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Because he was too busy doing acting, MC-ing and other activities, Kim Heechul was not able to attend the very first meeting of Super Junior-M's new music video - discussions, plans and concepts. All he knew and dismissed off was that, "We'll be releasing a new video, Hyung! I do hope it'll turn out well!" - from the all too giddy dongsaengs Donghae and Ryeowook. That was all he knew about. Period.

Not that it mattered to him to know all the juicy details, most especially that Hankyung, Heechul's secret favorite Chinese man (and slave, much to Hankyung's utter dismay) was in it. Leave it to the agency, producers and director to yet, again, release a success-rate-100% MV. It wouldn't much affect the over-all shooting, directing and producing if he knew or not.

But then he missed another one, then another one. Until he missed out what seemed like half of the meetings.

And the more he missed out meetings and pre-recording, the more interesting remarks from non-SJM members grew like it was the talk of the town. What was up with the music video? If the MV seemed to be planned great and he had no clue about it then, well, he HAD to know it now. That alone tweaked Heechul's curiosity about the whole SJM's Super Girl music video.

Super Girl, huh? Heechul thought boredly. Now who named the lyrics, I wonder.

Because next to knowing the MV being awesome - according to the excited members, - the title was all he knew about secondly. Perhaps he should read the lyrics between breaks of his acting and MC-ing, he quietly resolved.

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"I can't believe they'll let Hyung wear those clothes! He's too funny!"

"Now, now. It's all part of the plan, Eunhyukkie. The charm, THE CHARM! You know that Hankyunggie has this charisma, yes?"

"Oh, I totally agree, Teukie-hyung."

Heechul stared at the three; slowly comprehending the conversation that greeted him the moment he entered the 12th floor dorm. It was rather late and yet the three - Eunhyuk, Teukie and Sungmin - were chattering like it was still noon-time there at their couch.

"What are you guys talking about at this time of the night? It's late. Really late."

The eldest's eyes lit up upon seeing the grumpy and tired second older one of their group. He was unusually pleased to see the presence of the usual absent member. Eeteuk tended to miss his little members very quickly and easily. "Heenim! You're back quite early! We don't usual catch you at this hour!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatev. So, what about China-boy and charisma and clothes?" Heechul asked again as he placed down his belongings and took out a cold drink, impatiently waiting for his leader to start blabbing like he was always known for.

But instead of being relayed at, Eeteuk merely clapped his hand. "Ah! How about you see it for yourself tomorrow, Heenim? It'd be more hilarious to see it with your eyes!"

Sungmin and Eunhyuk exchanged knowing looks and laughed, being reminded at the scenario they saw this morning at SJ-M's shoot. Heechul just rolled his eyes, figuring out that the only way to get details was to get it himself.

So finally, for what was seemed like a long time, Heechul decided to attend at least ONE meeting of Super Junior-M's shoot. Oh, he'd see the all-too-adorable-for-his-good Henry and the big-guy-who's-freaked-out-with-bugs Zhou Mi, he fondly thought. I guess paying a visit wouldn't hurt. I have nothing to do tomorrow, anyway.

Who knew that the moment he stepped inside the studio the next morning, he was greeted by party animals inside this house-party inspired set? COMPLETE WITH A DISCO BALL! Seriously, it was like a crazy get-together with people acting to dance, drinking and singing with the music. A DJ booth? What the hell??

"Oookay..." He trailed off - a bit speechless - and stood a good meter away, watching the scenario being played out as cameras rolled. The staff and director were right in front of him, clueless about another new SJ member attending for watching-purpose. Then he finally saw Ryeowook, Siwon, Donghae, Henry and Zhou Mi in different sexy and tight - Fits them well, actually. - clad coming out one after the another from a door.

4, 5, 6 --

Hold it. Someone was missing.

Where in the world is he? Heechul looked around the set, carefully searching and noting a familiar body and face and saw no Hankyung. He frowned; disappointment written all over his face at the absence of certain member. Quickly, he changed expression when Eeteuk glided from his back and sling an arm around him; that proud look on his face was evident.

"So, how do you find it? Pretty good, hmm?"

"Pshh. If they're incomplete, then what's the use?"

"Incomplete? Oh, wait. You don't know Hankyung's part yet! Anytime, soon." Eeteuk explained as he placed a paperback-covered script on Heechul's forehead, earning him an Omo! from the second eldest. "Here, read. It's the concept, scenarios and whatnots of the shoot."

"Hnn..." Was all Heechul's feigned bored reply and restrained to eagerly scan the paper. Calm down, calm down. He told himself as he carefully fast-read the paragraphs, coming across with the name Jessica of SNSD. She's here? As a guest? I had no idea.

Then he read the description of each member's part of the MV. Paragraph by paragraph, word by word.

Then the meaning behind the lyrics. It was about an honest man convincing a lady to drop his current liar lover to stay with the former.

Then Hankyung's role. And Jessica's role. A geeky one chasing after a princess.

And in just three, two on--

"HE'D WHAT?!" Heechul screeched, too loudly, and successfully earned wondering glances from the nearby people. OH, HE. WILL. NOT.

Heechul once again fixed his gaze - fiery determination mixed with frustration, at the studio and saw what he knew - based on what he just read - was Hankyung entering at the party-area with a sexy Jessica. All smiles and everything.

This cannot be IT. Because, seriously, there's Hell to pay if this IS the plot.

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Continue?

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A/N: Okay, I'm in a hurry so I'll just edit this later evening! Proof-reading, grammatical errors and misspellings! I do hope you liked it! OMO!! *runs off to university*

[FIC] Operation Round-up and Clean-up! , ONE-SHOT

2009-09-11T15:48:55Z

Title: Operation Round-up and Clean-up!
Rating: PG - 13 (for language)
Pairings: None (or maybe there are, but only hints)
Genre: Comedy, Crack/Drabble/Random, Brotherly/Band-love
Type: One-shot(-ish)

Summary: When their caring and reliable Ajumma called in sick for three days, the Super Junior boys have yet to face their greatest challenge and nightmare - DOMESTIC CHORES! Simple, smooth and easy tasks? Definitely not! More man-power is needed! Or so that is what they say when they are more than they can count with fingers!

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They had been going home late to their dorms every after dance practice. Once arriving home, they just took out whatever they needed - drinks, snacks, sweat towels and new set of clothes - and tossed anything they didn't - dirty, sweaty wardrobes, used shoes and big bags, low-battery gadgets - anywhere. They rested and slept the moment they hit the inviting bed and wake up for another brand new day. It was a routined process, like second nature, for them not worry anything that was not related to their work.

Until one day, they noticed something was off to their daily routine. Because they finished rehearsing than expected, management allowed them to retreat to their sweet abode at early noon. Upon entering the wooden entrance of their dorm, the dwellers of the 11th halted and gaped.

"Hey, isn't that my gray shirt I wore two days ago? What is that doing there?" Eunhyuk pointed the said clothing hanging on one of the dining chairs. "I remember asking Ajumma to was---And what happened to the shoes boxes?! They're messed up!"

Sungmin passed the wondering and surprised Eunhyuk and noticed the pile of dishes at the kitchen - unwashed and accumulated what looked like flies hovering about. "Oh, we got visitors... UNUSUAL visitors." He then made a scrunched-up face, when he saw what he remembered was their midnight snack just a day ago - red-sauce pasta. "Bleargh."

Ryeowook, who was observing the whole time - unlike Yesung who was just messing more things up by picking up used stuff then flinging it away, something about dirty germs - and noted, "The dorm's... messy. What's going on?"

That was then it dawned to the magnae, quietly observing from a good distance about their current situation. "I think Ajumma haven't arrived yet to clean up. Should we call manager-hyung about this?"

Suddenly, a loud, shrilling scream pierced into the air, causing the 11th floor habitats to cease and exchange wondering looks. "What the hell was that...?"

"TAKE THEM OUT. FUCKING TAKE THOSE OOOUT!!"

It didn't take a second before they figured it out: that voice belonged to a certain someone on the upper floor! Quickly, they dashed upstairs and barged inside without prior notice, only to be greeted by a Heechul on a table, a Hankyung seemingly trying to get hold of the older male, a Donghae indifferent, a Shindong holding what looked like a bag of chips, an Eeteuk plastered on the wall with a terrified look on his face and a Kangin gripping a roll of Hangul-translated newspaper.

Below them were one -- two -- WHAT THE HELL? THREE COCKROACHES?!

"Kill the bastards! I saw them running around inside the-- GAAAH!! IT'S FLYING!!" Heechul screeched, louder this time and ducked behind the Chinese member, as if trying to find shelter. Eeteuk screamed next as the roach hovered towards his direction, like the insect had the purpose of scaring the wits out of the people inside the dorm there. Two more cockroaches began fluttering towards the dongsaengs, successfully making the five disperse from each other and run at different directions.

"Don't let it come near me!" Ryeowook gasped, for the fear the roach finding him as its own new settlement. The young one then grabbed Yesung by the shoulders and shielded himself. To their surprise, the cockroach flew away, disgruntled

Yesung scrunched his face. "What am I, an insect repellent to you??"

Ryeowook could only grin sheepishly at his hyung's shoulder.

"Gyaaaah!!" It was Sungmin next; ducking and jumping out of the room when one cockroach flew towards his direction. Kyuhyun stared for moment at the inner room, wondering if he should stay inside with danger or go outside for safety. Oh, wait. Just what in the world was that kind of question? Of course he'd choose the latter! So the youngest did choose the second one and followed the now sprawled-on-the floor hyung outside. "You okay, Sungmin-hyung?"

More chaos ensued. "YAH! Will you guys stop screaming!? You're men, for christ's sake!" Kangin hollered; his tight grip on the roll of newspaper evident and when he wanted to give it a good swing at the roach, he missed. In return, two roaches flew after him and Shindong.

And what they thought was the impossible, Donghae and Eunyuk simply just took off their shoes - hello there, shoe-lifts! - and smacked the roaches mercilessly. All three of it in one swift, synchronized notion. Their attempt of taking them little bastards out was just as easy as counting one to five.

"Wow, you hit hard, Hae~" Eunhyuk remarked playfully.

"You too, Hyuk~" Donghae smiled. Then both of them laughed, like they were oblivious to the mess around them.

Finally, things were normal again and the cockroach-scare died out. Or so they thought.

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"Really? That's unfortunate... Alright, alright. Please tell her to get well soon then. Yeah, I'll take care of things. Bye." Eeteuk clicked-off his mobile and looked at the eleven curious kids who the most of them decided to settle at the 11th floor for the mean time. Something about the 12th floor dorm being hazardous and unsafe to stay in so what better place to crash at? At the quiet crib the 11th of course!

"What did manager-hyung say? And what happened to Ajumma??" Eunhyuk, the most worried one about the sanitary situation of the current household, asked. He couldn't take any more of the mess, especially when they learned that Ryeowook and Yesung's shared-room looked like a typhoon just passed by it ("It's not me! Ask hyung!"), the once organized sets of shoes and clothes were no mixed and mismatched at random and Kyuhyun's countless chords, wires and other electrical stuff from his gadgets were found scattered everywhere.

Then there was the piled-up dirty dishes.

Plus the chaotic state of the 12th floor dorm - roaches from god-knows-where began appearing!

It was just two, or maybe three day, that the cleaning paused and all of these came out? Was the SJ household really this messy? If it was, well, they didn't have damn clue about it.

"We have no choice. C'mon, kids. Let's clean up. Ajumma won't be around for a while so it's up to us to clean up after ourselves!" Eeteuk clapped; his dimples showing and beaming optimism - like how a leader should show. But instead of hearing enthusiastic cheers as replies, he got stared at instead. "WHAT? You don't expect to do nothing, do you? Get your asses off there and start cleaning!"

Majority exchanged knowing looks, as if a single thought united their minds in just seconds. "Let's call Siwon and Kibum and make them help us!"

Heechul swung his phone out and did a fashionable pose. "Let's get them, kids!"

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"You do realize that you called, no scratch that, PULLED me out from acting lessons just for THIS?" Came a grumpy statement from a disheveled-looking Kibum at the entrance; his appearance looked like he ran a mile for a charity marathon. Just earlier, all before the arrival of a certain dongsaeng, Heechul (plus the enthusiastic participation of Donghae and Eunhyuk) phoned the busy actor about something important.

It was something so important that Kibum had to come immediately and waste no time to think otherwise, or so that was Heechul emphasized over the phone. Being the obedient and worried member that he was, said actor zoomed straight to the dorms and was greeted by all members wearing working clothes and holding brooms and dusters too merrily.

And he thought THIS was the important matter that the second eldest talked so urgently about. "You want me to help you clean the dorms? Hyung! You're all eleven here! ELEVEN! That's more than a basketball team!"

Oh, he could NOT believe they did this. What was more, they even pranked good-natured Siwon as well next.

Because no sooner than 30 minutes, the door flew open and a worried Siwon rushed inside and grabbed-hold to a hug anyone who happened to be near him, much to the victim's dismay - Yesung. "HYUNG! Tell me it isn't true that you were diagnosed Pneumonia! I knew we shouldn't shoot outside during rainy days! But noooo~ You insisted that you wanted to be like little Ddang Ko Ma and play around the water!"

Heechul guffawed and the remaining members sweatdropped. "Who got diagnosed with WHAT?!"

It took a while, an hour tops, before the most honest members - Ryeowook and Hankyung - convinced poor Siwon that all of what Heechul said over the phone were fibs. Siwon knew he couldn't curse and hurt a single soul but HELL, Siwon would one day wring Heechul-hyung's neck for this when the older one least expected it!

DING DONG!

"Another one? Just who other else did you guys call?!" The leader asked exasperatedly and eyed the giggling Donghae and Eunhyuk. Said two mischievous members whistled away as they started sorting out boxes and clothes. At least someone was cleaning up now. Amidst the chaos at the main room, Sungmin, Shindong and Kyuhyun had began doing their shares of the chores. Leave it to the loud members to delay more of their current task at hand.

Suddenly, the entrance flew open and revealed and panic-looking Henry with three black travel bags adorning his small-frame. "WHERE'S THE EMERGENCY?! Ryeowook-hyung is not hurt, is he?! I just couldn't fly away to Canada at peace knowing that there's emerge--

The young violinist finally stopped his ramblings and finally took in the current surroundings before him. His terrified expression immediately switched to a blank, indescribable one. "Hold it... something tells me that this is NOT emergency at all. I really REALLY get that feeling right now."

"You and I both." Was Kibum's reply in English before tossing aside his own belongings and finally complied to his hyungs' crazy request. Ah, there was never a normal request from them actually, he thought.

Damn straight, Henry was right then and he had no idea he was victim number three!

Then there was victim number four yet to be identified and welcomed.

"If you called Henry, don't tell me that you even called Zhou M--

Hankyung couldn't finish his brilliant deduction at the mischievous three when a piercing scream reached their ears, causing everyone to halt and gulped. Incoherent noise came next and gradually got louder when Chinese member Zhou Mi barged inside with tear-stricken eyes and was screaming loudly, they guessed correctly, in Mandarin. They also guessed that he came from upstairs.

Hankyung carefully made out the words coming from Zhoumi's sobs and wails as, "Cockroaches!!" and "Insects everywhere!!" and his favorite, "WHERE IS EVERYONE ANYWAY?!"

Heechul clasped together his hands - oblivious to the state he created - and cheered at everyone with shimmering eyes and a note-able smirk, "Now that we're complete, let us begin!"

There were now fifteen loud guys inside two different but interrelated dorms to do unseasonal spring cleaning - sweeping, organizing, folding, washing, laundry-ing and cooking. Seriously, what could possibly go wrong with that?

That statement alone was disaster itself! Because nothing was ever smooth and swift (AND QUIET) when the Super Junior boys were brought together like this. All thanks to a sick Ajumma and countless household chores.

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END.

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A/N: I had actually planned for fic to be simple so that I could expand more of the plot but for some odd reason, it turned out like this. Kinda multi-chapter-ish, I get the feeling really, but I do not plan on elaborating more. None unless if I receive a good amount of request to do so. If not, then, we'll stick to this! Review, sweethearts!

[FIC] A Picture of the Heart , CH4

2009-09-08T18:30:12Z

A/N: Last installment of my convoluted KyuMin fic! I shall be continuing my ONE-SHOTS now. SRSLY.

Disclaimer: SURPRISE! I OWN NOTHING! *pathetic weep*

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Days gradually turned to weeks and before anyone knew it, the Photo-Contest at Kyuhyun's university had already commenced and word got out that a large number of entries flooded in. As rumor stated, the contest was quite a big event, accumulating more guests and appreciators than expected.

Two complimentary tickets were given to each contestants and the young photographer did not hesitate selecting Sungmin, his now favorite model and subject and the model's unique manager as the ticket-receivers. He would've wanted to give out more to the staff but oh well. He would probably take photos of the event itself for them instead.

"Wear a disguise, alright? People will come on to you the second they see you and I'll certainly hit their faces when they lay a finger on you." Sungmin heard Kyuhyun grumbling too adorably and doing what looked like a comical attempt of a cutesy pout while he packed his belongings; cameras, lens, notes and other relevant items all crammed up inside his bag. He then placed the tickets down on the desk, and hurriedly made his exit.

"And, don't hurt me when you see my entries." Kyuhyun smirked, to the point of cackling naughtily, at Sungmin and waved off before completely disappearing.

Sungmin and Eeteuk-manager exchanged wondering gazes after being left alone inside the room. Just what exactly did the photographer mean by that? Oh, who knew? This was Cho Kyuhyun their were talking about after all!

Cho Kyuhyun, the eccentric photographer who just happened to execute his eccentricity through photographs.

"..'hurt him' huh?" Sungmin repeated as a smile replaced the thin line of his mouth nd his heart fluttered for a moment, replaying the scene of a good-looking Kyuhyun smirking at him with perfectly countoured lips. As if...

Because Sungmin the model would never do something like that to his now favorite young photographer Kyuhyun.

Or not.

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OH, HE'S DEAD. LITERALLY DEAD. Like a revenge chant being repeated over and over again, Sungmin - always composed and relaxed - growled uncharacteristically at a dozen shots of him being displayed on white, wooden, wide wall when they arrived at the venue. Those shots weren't the ones seen at magazines, publications or bill boards - commercial material was how he put it. Rather, they were images of him doing various 'behind-the-scene'-like pictures - the model drinking from a soda can or him laughing casually with the staff or him pointing happily to what seemed like a stuffed bunny doll and many MANY more. Hell, there was even one of him yawning!

All professionalism tossed at one side like a ragged doll. JUST. LIKE. THAT.

Though said shots had style, the model remarked quietly. But still.

So in a nutshell, his image wasn't that of a model anymore (now broken into tiny bite-size pieces, much thanks to certain male) but a regular, day-to-day guy doing various day-to-day stuff.

"Oh, he even took of you putting on make-up??" Eeteuk lowered his sunglasses and looked closely at one image; his mouth turned 'o' and chuckled heartily next. "Pretty interesting set of shots, I have to say."

"Are you serious? I looked ridiculous!" The model protested and wanted so bad to tear down his photos out of embarrassed and hunt down the perpetrator. If it weren't for his disguise, he would have chased down Kyuhyun, regardless of being 'come on to.' But he quickly changed minds and pondered when Eeteuk finished what he was saying.

"Ridiculous? Not at all! I see YOU - both heart and soul. I mean, look at 'you' - free, expressive and honest! Beautiful, really." He said, nodding as if it was the obvious thing in the world.

Sungmin was left speechless as Eeteuk-manager remained browsing, commenting more and more of how photography really captured essence ahd meaning out of simple subjects.

So Kyuhyun captured the real him? Why, yes he did.

And what seemed like not only the real him, but he also captured Sungmin's hidden heart.

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"Just how did this hall managed to display all of these photos?! They're so many! I can't keep up!" Eeteuk let out an exhausted huff and continued trudging his already tired legs. Sungmin behind him unexpectedly grew eager and excited just looking around the photo-entries, marveling at shots he found difficult to capture and express. And he thought he experienced everything already!

In just a span of one hour, the now photo-enthusiast model noted his favorites down:

An Angel without Wings

Voice to my Guitar

Of Fish and Monkey

Cinderella at China?

Prayer

Turtle Love

Let's Cook and Drink!

Sunshine to Strings

Looking through an Actor's Eyes

I Love Food

But Sungmin halted to one picture and literally froze to his spot; his eyes shoot up and mouth dropped open. People around him also stopped and stared deeply at the same large portrait. Its size stood out of the rest, seriously.

Because the large portrait was none other than Sungmin himself smiling like he was having so much fun at the camera, with eyes squinting and dimples showing. Behind him were lights coming from artificial resources and colors were considerably vibrant. He had little make-up on but was not thick enough to conceal small facial blemishes and eye-bags. Nonetheless, the image was breath-taking that Sungmin found himself sighing dreamily at himself. The angle, texture, presentation, hue, expression were simply perfect.

Perfectly honest and heartfelt, that was.

Then it dawned to him. "Wait, did Kyuhyun take thi--

"--AND OUR WINNER OF CONTEST IS... CHO KYUHYUN AND HIS 'A SMILE THAT I LOVE' ENTRY!"

Thundering claps echoed across the hall but Sungmin knew his hearing ability died out on him when he saw Kyuhyun walked up on stage and happily accepted the award. It didn't matter if the model was mixed with the large number of watchers or that he wore different clothing because the younger one instantly found him and winked sexily.

Sungmin blushed and turned away; heat taking over his face in a fraction of a second. Cheeky bastard...

Hearts were beating faster at the same time and place - both his and Kyuhyun's.

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The chilly evening wind blew gently and made glass chimes of Kyuhyun's veranda sing. Sungmin looked up and happily welcomed the crescent moon looking over the simple apartment both him and Kyuhyun were in. The model just leaned at the cold, metal railings and watched the distance producing shimmering lights and faint sounds.

"Here, tea." The young photographer emerged from the screen door with two mugs on his hands and held out one to his visitor. Said visitor smiled and took it. "It'll warm you up."

In silence, they took sips and avoided meeting gazes with each other. Was it because of shyness? Probably.

"Yah, why did you plan photoshoots when most of my photos were just stolen ones?" Sungmin finally broke the silence and Kyuhyun remained staring ahead but was evidently listening. "Why so many shots but just chose one? You could've just take one photo first, evaluate and if you don't like it then just delete it next."

The younger of the two chuckled; his thumb running at the rim of his porcelain cup and his gaze at the distance turned soft. "Well, what better way to know more about you than through photoshoots, yes?"

"What the hell? Just for that?"

They finally shared intense gazes.

"That's right. Because I have my own style and ways to get what I want." Was all Kyuhyun said before pulling Sungmin inside the four-walls of his home and trapping the surprised model between him and a hard vertical surface. "And, I want you. HERE. NOW."

Sungmin reddened and gulped, stammering at his own words as his body was completely against the younger male's, to the point of grinding. "W-w-wait... You can't mea--

Apparently, it was Kyuhyun's style to silence Sungmin when he was still speaking by kissing him fully on the lips. Rather rude but it did the job of teetering the current situation to a more exciting one. The younger one had his eager hands roaming around, feeling every bit of Sungmin's skin, body and contours. Until his hand landed on very sensitive spot and gave it a good stroke, his partner gasped amidst their intense kissing and tongue-tangling.

"Dammit, Kyu... what are you trying to do...?" Sungmin managed to whisper under breathy voice but squeaked when Kyuhyun did a second one - more slowly and teasingly, as if torturing him with sheer delight. The model had to wrap his arms around his younger partner for the fear of his knees unbuckling before him. Kyuhyun was more than happy to return the embrace and held Sungmin on his arms as kisses and lip-locking continued with much more intensity and demand.

A sweet moan escaped the model's now bruised lips when the the younger male nuzzled at the former's neck and began creating trails of kisses, hard nips and suckles that were deep enough to leave love marks. Sungmin allowed access to his sensitive skin and Kyuhyun suckled even more in motion downwards, this time greedily and hungrily.

Sungmin groaned at his growing arousal. "I can't take it anymore. Ah..."

But Kyuhyun had other plans in stored and smirked at lucid-looking model. He broke away from his skin-sucking deed and looked up. "What are you talking about? We're just starting. Don't think we'll do this nicely or gently or fast tonight."

Uh, oh. That glint on Kyuhyun's eyes was something Sungmin had to be ready for - both his mind and body.

And of course, his heart.

Omo, what have I gotten myself into?! Was all Sungmin could say to himself before being carried and pushed down on a small bed by hot looking Kyuhyun smiling too naughtily down on him and began removing his clothing piece by piece.

HEEEEELP!!

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END.

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A/N: Seriously failing at fluff or steamy fluff, smut or whatever you categorize this with. Anyway, thanks for tuning in, people! I do hope you love the outcome! *curtsies* Review cookies/cakes/muffins/chocolates are greatly appreciated! RLY!

[FIC] A Picture of the Heart , CH3

2009-09-05T15:42:23Z

A/N: Omonah! An update! I'm so glad that this fic is nearing its end! C'mon, pretties! Read ooon~

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Why do I have to put up with this shi—

Colorful profanities should ensue but the moment Sungmin made a hurried turn at the corner, he made body contact with an unidentified person by accident. “Ah! I’m sorry! I wasn’t loo—

Sungmin looked up and frowned inwardly at the sight of Kyuhyun just looking at him with a blank expression, as if unconcerned of what just happened. The model just had to wonder: why was Kyuhyun always looking like this? It would seem that Kyuhyun wore that kind of expression by default.

Kyuhyun cleared his throat at the growing silence. “Hey, see you at the studio later.” He said rather blandly before leaving Sungmin, and walked out of the building with big bags on his shoulder. He seemed to be in a hurry, Sungmin had figured after a moment.

It was already DAY SIX since Kyuhyun the photographer arrived and did nothing but remarked and scrutinized Sungmin’s facial expressions. Even the staff took noticed of how unconvinced the younger male towards the model’s choice of smiles and looks. When shoots were supposed to be only an hour or two, it would stretch to four and five hours because of Kyuhyun’s arguments with Sungmin.

“No, you’re doing it wrong.”

“That expression, NO.”

“…”

Those were just some of the comments flying out from the photographer’s lips each and every time they shoot. No one really understood what was going on inside the younger man’s head –even Sungmin, who grew to dislike more of his rudeness and aloofness– but dropped the idea of confronting him. After all, it was photographer thing to do.

Or something like that.

Indeed, Sungmin tried tolerating Kyuhyun's strange behaviors - even the behavior the younger male did with him days ago, but when the next shoot took place, it was the last straw for Sungmin.

"Wrong. Wrong. Wrong." Kyuhyun told in an exasperated manner as he pulled away from his lens and looked straight at the confused Sungmin standing inside simple bedroom-inspired set. The model wanted to glare badly and ask just what Kyuhyun's problem was and--OOPS. It would seem that the older male couldn't take it anymore as well.

"Just exactly what do you want, anyway? I've been doing everything, EVERY POSE you ask and you'd still disapprove! It's tiring, you know?" This kind of retort coming from a polite artist successfully won curious glances from the staff but the model didn't give a damn about them. He just wanted to deal with an unpredictable photographer and get this day again over with.

Unbeknownst to Sungmin, this was EVER the first time for him and a photographer to interact between shots. Previously, he didn't notice, that it was each to their own - photographer to shoot and model to pose. No relating or talking or commenting whatsoever happened until a certain younger one arrived.

"You... are not wearing the right expression at all. You do not connect with the elements around you." The photographer explained which earned surprised reactions from the watchers since this was the longest sentence Kyuhyun had said! However, Sungmin's reaction could be described as what the hell are you talking about kind of expression.

Kyuhyun then asked the most random thing Sungmin had never heard in all of his modeling career. It was too random that he had no idea just what exactly would this do. "What's your favorite color?"

"Ex...cuse me?" Sungmin looked at him like he was drunk. But how could that be? It was only 7PM and Kyuhyun arrived at the studio still looking expressionless as he remembered from earlier.

"Just answer. Quickly."

"Ugh. Fine. Pink. Happy?"

Hold it. If someone looked at a closer distance, they would notice Kyuhyun's lips molding into a little smile. Sungmin witnessed this and grew mystified at the photographer's sudden change of mood. Wait. He's happy about that?

Just what was going on?

But the staff weren't as bewildered as their star model. In fact, most of them began noticing how interesting and amusing the scenario before their eyes. If they were to voice out their thoughts, majority of them would say that Cho Kyuhyun did his job interestingly entertaining with his way of saying and doing things

"Alright then. Everyone, please bring anything that is pink at the set now. And take out anything that is earthy-color. The lights from the left side, bring it closer. I also need more flash near the backdrop please." The younger man clapped and brought about his camera to a now different angle. Upon hearing orders, the staff were too happy to comply and did as they were told - like obedient little lambs. Sungmin watched in utter shock at this development.

"W-w-wait...! Just what are you trying to do?! You can't just mess up the plan!"

But Kyuhyun flashed a smirk and remained mum as the set changed quickly and completely to a whole new scenario that was pink. It wasn't horrible actually; the staff made the right adjustments even thought it was a last-minute task. So right now, in the middle of pink-paradise stood what looked like a fitting model for the right shoot. This had never happened until Kyuhyun arrived and managed - Sungmin looked like he was standing out like never before with a new and genuine appearance.

"Much MUCH better." Was all Kyuhyun could say as he watched the model's eyes twinkle in surprise mixed awe at the surrounding. "Don't you get it? Wouldn't it be much better if there was a part of you included in the shoot? And not just putting up some expression you took out from god-knows-where? Wearing that smile you had on before is not real. This--" Kyuhyun gestured the new set-up then pointed at him. "--is real. THIS is you."

The next shoots that happened under Kyuhyun's witty management turned into a whole new leaf that everyone seemed to be enjoying about. The constant asking and knowing more about the model was the basis of all the shoots that took place - Sungmin's interest with wine (so there was a wine-inspired shoot), with music (and he had to wear rocking outfits and dye his hair completely, much to Eeteuk's shrilling screams of shock) and just about anything that was related to Sungmin.

Everyone was enjoying, alright, except for the model.

Sungmin was plain baffled with Kyuhyun's actions and decisions. What was he trying to achieve by doing a shoot inspired by the model himself? The more revelation coming from Sungmin that the younger man would discover, the more shoots were planned to be held. Just what are you trying to do to me, Cho Kyuhyun?

But despite this cynicism, Sungmin found himself a bit happy knowing that the pretending persona shoots were long forgotten and undone. He was asked by Kyuhyun to just be himself even though he was tad shy about showing some true colors. In the end, he pulled off expressions and poses he never thought would suit him, well, perfectly.

"Alright, we're done here." Kyuhyun announced as he browsed through his camera, not looking up to the cheery crowd at the back. Everyone looked hyper despite the late hours and began packing and arranging for the next shoot to be announced tomorrow. Sungmin remained to where he was though - at the set-up area with a resolve look on his face.

"Why--" Sungmin started once he and Kyuhyun were the only ones inside the studio. Eeteuk had mentioned he'd be running back to them after bidding thank's and good-bye's to the hard-working staff outside. "--are you doing this? I don't get you."

Kyuhyun finally looked up from his LCD and watched Sungmin continue. "You planning the shoots like this, winning everyone's favors and--

"And what?"

Sungmin bit his lower lips and faced away. "--and discovering the mask I've been wearing. You simply caught me off-guard so easily. Don't you know who I am? How can someone like you.. so easily..." The last question sounded like a bit egoistic but Sungmin just had to know. These days had been fun and interesting, but by the end of each shoot, Sungmin was bothered with a lot of Kyuhyun-related things. It drove him insane, if he could be honest to admit. How could someone like Cho Kyuhyun to Lee Sungmin...

"What about you? Do you?"

"I'm--

Sungmin was at loss for words and could no longer think of anything to retort back. Now the that he realized it, only Kyuhyun - Cho Kyuhyun - showed him who the model really was. The asking, the discoveries, the realization through taking of photo, through photography.

Kyuhyun wanted to capture the real him. The real him - no pretense and mask. Only him. Oh, my god...

Sungmin saw the younger male placing his camera down to the nearest table and advanced to where he was; the look in the student-photographer's eyes was something the model had to notice because it was a gaze he had never receive from Kyuhyun before. This intense, soulful gaze. "Dammit. You're making it hard for me."

"What the hell? I thought we were over this. I thought I was already showing you a ge--

Sungmin was silenced by something he never thought of happening - a kiss. Kyuhyun had managed to grab him by the face and pull him into a crushing and head-spinning lip-lock. By reflex, the model's eyes closed, much to his mental objection to NOT respond out of embarrassment, but his mouth gradually moved sensually in rhythm with Kyuhyun's. Not long after, the kiss turned wet and deep, with their tongues participating in a dominance battle.

"I wasn't supposed to do this until later but dammit." Kyuhyun murmured between their kisses and shoved Sungmin against the backdrop and pinned him like a helpless prisoner. The model squirmed at his grasp and their closeness - too close that it was insane - of their bodies but did not show actual disapproval. Instead Sungmin gazed at Kyuhyun in a manner that he looked like he was lost and confused.

Kyuhyun leaned in and neared his mouth to the outer shell of Sungmin's sensitive ears and whispered, "The real you, that is what I want. The more I know about you, the more you drive me crazy. Ever since day one. That is why I did this... to help you discover who you really are."

Sungmin had wanted to say something back about Kyuhyun and snarky attitudes and weird personality of photographers but was lost completely when the younger one nipped and licked his defenseless earlobe and further pushed his body against the model's own. There was the sharp intake of air from Sungmin as Kyuhyun began planting and trailing kisses on his neck, chin down to his collarbone while two hands gently then tightly gripped his little waist and snaked around the remaining to-be-touched parts of Sungmin's body.

"Ah..." The model shivered; his cheeks burning and senses malfunctioning as the two found their lips in contact again in a demanding, playful, hungry and passionate kiss.

Right now, it would have seemed that Sungmin was no longer the loneliest one when there was Kyuhyun at his side, mind and heart.

Damn you, Kyu...

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A/N: OMG. Fluff attempt failed? I had planned to make it a little steamy but... GAH. I'm failer than fail itself.

[FIC] A Picture of the Heart , CH2

2009-09-04T02:07:23Z

A/N: Omo! So many reviews for chapter one! I’m too delighted! Because a lot of you asked for it, this is the next installment! Tee hee~

Disclaimer: I own… I OWN… A pocket dictionary! Hah! Beat that!

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“Did I mention that your photo, which will be taken by Cho Kyuhyun, will be displayed at their university? I was told that this would be some kind of photo-contest among universities. Seoul University’s representative is Cho Kyuhyun and THIS will be his thesis as well.”

Sungmin simply sighed and buried his tired head against his arms on their dining table. Eeteuk, oblivious to his model’s sleepy state, continued relaying as he made breakfast for them two. It was 9AM and they were scheduled to meet with this Cho Kyuhyun at 12NN, much to the model’s dismay.

“Is he, uh, some kind of prodigy or something?” Sungmin asked, finally showing a little interest but was more of indifferent at the fact that Eeteuk noted highly of someone they never met before. Heck, they never heard of him before too!

Eeteuk nodded; his attention still at his western style cooking – pancakes and bacon. The delicious scent wafted through the air, successfully earning a hungry growl from the young man’s stomach. This made Sungmin more alert. Damn, bacon.

“The agency told me that Seoul University sent us the best among their students. I’d be saying, ‘yes!’ to that.”

Sungmin shrugged inside himself. Right…

It was obvious that the young model was slightly annoyed about the current situation at hand. Just what was about this Cho Kyuhyun that Sungmin could not see himself be interested and enthusiastic –like his loud manager– with?

He’d better be awesome, or great, or something or else… Oh, wait. I shouldn’t care at all. Damn, I need those bacon now.

Much to Sungmin’s disapproval, he DID care and anticipate just who –and what– exactly his would-be student-photographer of Seoul Uni (a hint sarcasm at the school, people). Three hours later; instead of looking like a curious kid inside their meeting room at their agency’s building, he made a straight with a hint of boredom face. He dressed stunning and confidently for the occasion and brought about stares and giggles from co-workers and passerby’s who saw him striding towards his destination earlier.

His stomach did a familiar flop as he noticed a good number of admirers glancing at him. Oh, great. Now I feel sick again.

Nevertheless, he proceeded in looking marvelous just for Cho Kyuhyun just to show this photographer where this younger boy belonged – unmatched and unleveled with Lee Sungmin, SM Fashion Agency top model.

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“Nice to meet you.”

Sungmin knew he wanted to gape but that would just be too rude and— HELL. HE DID GAPE IN THE END! His once composed and graceful mannerism broke like glasses because of what he was looking at.

Because right in front of him was a person sporting faded jeans, dark-colored fitting top, silver necklace, raven hair and black glasses. The person, none other than Cho Kyuhyun, was just as simple as any passerby’s he saw outside the room!

And why did I get myself all worked up for anyway?! He’s friggin’ ordinary! And Eeteuk made it sound that he’s… he’s—

“Sungmin-sshi?” A voice so delicate and moving, quite distinct actually, finally snapped the model’s out of his thoughts and grabbed-hold of the extended hand and shook politely. His grasp came too tight though.

“Ah, nice to meet you too.” Sungmin cracked a little smile, awkwardly greeting then bowing. He did a mental kick at the process and forced himself to regain composure, which he did achieve after two seconds or so. He looked at Kyuhyun, only to discover that the younger one looking the other way as if on purposed. Their hands remained tightly connected but Kyuhyun refused to meet gazes; his face turned away from Sungmin.

What the hell…? You should at least look at me when you greet. Rude, much?

There was a pang annoyance.

“HERE’S OUR STARS OF TODAY!” Entering the room (and successfully stopping the looming awkward atmosphere) was Eeteuk holding the infamous schedule book. “Now that you made introuductions, let us be on our way to the studio! Go go! Go go!”

Eeteuk dashed away as quickly as he came in just seconds ago, and left the two to their own again. Sungmin wanted to mentally hurt his manager for this but, oh well.

Sungmin once again took a quick glance of Kyuhyun, who, he already anticipated, not looking back at him. Just what is with you?

Sungmin paused and gulped. Or is there something on my face…?

Then the model had to run quickly to a nearby comfort room to double check just in case. AGAIN! Why am I getting all worked up for?!

And it was only afternoon and Sungmin felt tired already. Just a mere thought and converse with Cho Kyuhyun exhausted him with reasons unexplainable, Why, oh why?

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Impressions changed slightly when Kyuhyun finally took out his camera and smiled happily at the sight of his large DSLR. Sungmin quietly watched from a good distance and wondered aimlessly why Kyuhyun wouldn’t smile like that.

Not that he cared or anything. Sungmin would be more than willing to pose for him if Kyuhyun had shown a little, per say, interest in him.

Now look who’s talking… Sungmin felt guilt eating his stomach away.

The studio they were in now was a large one and every corner had different set-ups such as an alley-way with a grunge mood, an underground-theme with chains and rust decoration, a well-decorated classroom for school-theme and plenty more to mention. Now, him and Kyuhyun, as well as the assisting staff, were assigned to do happy and merry-mood shoot behind white backdrops.

Just the thought of this made the young model Sungmin fell into depression, which was gone unnoticed by everyone. He was to act another persona yet again – someone who he knew was not him. The moment he stepped out from the dressing room, dressed to kill, people automatically flocked and praised just how unmatched his beauty was.

Sungmin also predicted hours of posing and posing some more while the staff from behind freely did what they want. Unlike him, they could do whatever they want, ignoring him at the process and would only come to aid when they need to.

After all, it was their job.

On stage, under countless blinding lights and make-up on, Sungmin knew he was the loneliest. But not for long, that was.

“You’re not smiling.”

Sungmin blinked and followed the distinct voice coming from somewhere. Holding his current pose, his eyes fell into a Kyuhyun who was looking at him through his camera and was situated between standing lights.

“Excuse me…?”

Sungmin watched Kyuhyun pulled away from his camera and stared at him with his own raven eyes, then went back to his previous pose of looking through lenses and once again pulled away to observe. The model noted how the younger male’s brows all crunched up at the center, as if unsatisfied of what he was looking at behind his eye-wear.

HOLD IT. Kyuhyun WAS looking at Sungmin and WAS UNSATISFIED? Something was not right.

“You’re not smiling.” Kyuhyun repeated, firmly this time. This made Sungmin all the more puzzled because right now, Sungmin WAS indeed smiling.

Because that was the photoshoot was all about about – merry and happy!

“What are you talking about? Yes, I am.” Sungmin argued but his expression unfazed. He even pointed his upward-curve lips. Kyuhyun simply shook his head; coming closer at the model and hovering over him. Upon closer inspection, Sungmin noticed how seemingly unblemished Kyuhyun’s face was. He could pass to being a model if it weren’t for that damn snarky attitude of his.

“No, you’re not.” Kyuhyun boldy stated and did the uncalled for – raised the model’s chin with a delicate finger and looked straight into Sungmin’s eyes in a deep, piercing gaze. Kyuhyun finally locked his raven eyes with Sungmin's in a drowning manner.

He then leaned in, shortening the distance existing between their faces. His voice was low and breathed too closely at the speechless model, “You’re so not at all.”

In an instant, Sungmin felt himself shutting down. He couldn’t think, speak and breathe. All his senses were distorted too easily by a mere amateur photographer. A STUDENT-PHOTOGRAPHER that was!

Moments later, Sungmin saw Kyuhyun’s retreating back exiting the studio, leaving a handful of people in wonder and him too stunned to react.

He felt dizzy next, to the point of passing out.

Just what exactly happened to them? And what exactly did Kyuhyun have done to him?

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A/N: The original plan teetered to a different direction! I didn’t see this scenario coming until I was writing it! Review, sweethearts!

[FIC] A Picture of the Heart , CH1

2009-09-03T01:49:23Z

A/N: I was inspired to do this right after I experienced my very first model-shoot! LOL. Lame, people!

Rating: PG-13 (may vary/change in the near future)
Genre: Semi-Angst/Drama, Comedy, Romance

Summary: Perfect model Lee Sungmin thought it would never happen but it did - his heart and real self was captured photographer Cho Kyuhyun, AN AMATEUR! Things couldn't get any worser than that, yes?

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He believed that deceiving was an art that only he could do and pull off perfectly and fool-proof.

CLICK!

And he also believed that no matter what he said or commented on, people would be all over him and his “friendly advices.” After all, he was a damn charismatic one.

CLICK!

When he smiled, girls swooned over him. When he showed his masculine side, guys dropped their jaws on him. And when he fluttered his eyes bashfully and puckered his lips ever so slightly, everyone swallowed and stared like they were under a powerful spell.

CLICK!

Everything seemed to be at his hand and the model didn’t mind this kind of lifestyle at all. In fact, he was enjoying every minute of everyone awing and marveling at the perfection that he possessed.

However, there was just a teensy-weensy little problem none of the staff, the people concerned and even his manager knew about. It was a secret he kept and carried all through-out countless sessions, photoshoots and whatnots.

He, Lee Sungmin, was pretty lonely, amidst all these fame and fortune. He was a lonely, 23-year-old model working for SM Fashion Agency. How he got there was a history of a simple, dimple-showing smile. And he didn’t know that this was the price he had to pay – to be a model of perfection.

“Okay! That’s a keeper!” The assigned photographer signaled and the staff finally let tired sighs escape their lips. Some dropped on the couches and groaned, others decided to kiss the floor and rest right there and then.

Sungmin smiled –eyes almost squinting in disappearance– and greeted like it was the habitual thing he’d do, “Good work, guys! You worked hard!” But actually, he wanted to go home and hit the hay as well. Heck, it was already past 3 in the morning.

“Why, you did great as well, Lee Sungmin. I’ve never worked with a model who can do what you can do!” Emerging from the crowd was the previous photographer – an old one, perhaps at his early thirties, Sungmin guessed – and congratulated the young model. Said young model flashed a little smile and bowed lowly. “And polite too boot! Isn’t there anything you can’t do? You’re simply perfect!”

Sungmin chuckled and waved a delicate hand around. “Ah, no. Please. I’m not perfect at all.”

“Modest, as well? Young men like you are rare these days, didn’t you know?” The older man remarked as he proudly patted Sungmin’s shoulder. “You, boy, have a colorful future ahead of you. These modeling business is made just for you!”

Sungmin wanted to shook his head but decided to just smile at the contuining ramblings the photographer made. Half of what the man said had already slipped out of the model’s mind. His thoughts were floating away.

You have no idea what you’re saying. Living a perfect life is not so perfect at all.

But what could Lee Sungmin do? He would have to live the rest of his life wearing a smile all the time, masking his real emotions in front of gleaming, expensive cameras and under flashing lights because he was a model - a perfect model in the eyes of photographers, viewers, watchers and fans.

Not only he was lonely, he was occasionally sad. He couldn’t do normal things and missed out teenager years because of early fashion career. Having friends at the business didn’t not work because of competition. Those friends were all pretenders.

Just like him.

Sungmin was pretending to be someone far from who he was. And he had to pretend to everyone as well.

Sighing, the young one retreated away from the noisy crowd and went inside the backroom where all his too-many-to-mention gadgets, possession and clothes scattered out from his three large bags. He looked at them and felt his stomach did a flop on him. Did he felt sick just looking at those things he had? Things he didn’t need?

But what exactly did he really need?

“Ah, Sungmin-ah! There you are!” A voice jerked the model out of his train of thoughts and the young one saw his manager entering the room. “There’s a new job for you! But it’s a little different from the usual this.”

It was Eeteuk, Sungmin’s all-too-hyper, caring and loud manager. The model didn’t mind having this kind of man as his manager because they did get along and Eeteuk did his job effectively because of his unusual and immeasurable charisma.

“What is it, hyung?” Sungmin feigned a polite, cheery tone as he packed his belongings and rummaged around the room, hiding the downcast look his face had on. It seemed the Eeteuk didn’t notice this. Good.

“There’ll be a new photographer working for you. A student-photographer. He was assigned to do fashion photography and the agency teatered him to you. Something about training and experience You okay with that?” Manager Eeteuk said in one breath; his gaze trailing down on the schedule book he was holding.

“I don’t mind.” Sungmin nonchalantly replied. Great, another victim. Just exactly when will this stop? Hell, I’m asking the obvious impossible.

“A graduating student whose thesis’ about photography, doing OJT under our label.” Eeteuk continued and Sungmin just nodded; half of the model’s mind just wanted to drop whatever the discussion was and just sleep. He needed one now badly. “And his name—

Then mobile tone went off harshly, interrupting Eeteuk. Grunting, the older man flipped his phone. “Hello? AH! Good morning, sir! Yes, yes… Oh, the day after this? He’d come here on his own then? Alright alright. Okay, thank you.”

Sungmin faced his manager; genuine curiosity painted across his face. “What was that all about, hyung?”

Eeteuk just smiled. “It’s nothing you should worry your little head about.” Sungmin did a cute pout and Eeteuk just chuckled. Deciding to exit the room and just as he was about to leave Sungmin all to himself, Eeteuk continued:

“Ah, your student-photographer’s Cho Kyuhyun. 21. Be nice, alright? You’ll meet him soon.”

Cho Kyuhyun… Sungmin mumured to himself when he was finally alone and shrugged. I bet he’s just like everyone else.

Little did Lee Sungmin know that the mysterious student-photographer, Cho Kyuhyun was far from being just like everyone else.

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TBC?

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A/N: A little insertion between my one-shots. I missed doing KyuMin and just had to write this down. Mwe he he he~ Review, pretties? Because I'm not sure if I should continue this. *ponder ponder*

[FIC] Cuteness Beyond Words: Ryeowook , ONE-SHOT

2009-08-26T14:38:38Z

Just how exactly "cute beyond words" are the members of Super Junior? Read and find out!

Scenario 07: Ryeowook's Healthy Love

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“OH MY WORD. WHAT ARE YOU GUYS EATING?!” A voice with a very distinctive tone screeched in disbelief upon catching the sight of instant Ramen cups being prepared and shuffled around. Our noisy chattering and laughing was cut off immediately.

Then we froze altogether; carefully turning to see a shocked Ryeowook just about to enter the kitchen but was halted with this.

“Ah, Ryeowook-ah! We, err, thought you wouldn’t be back until later!”

It was already given an option that whenever we, the SJ-household, was hungry, just call out for Ryeowook and he’d cook without a second thought. Yes, the little Ryeowook who had developed maternal instinct over a short period of time, much thanks to his irresponsible, lazy and just plain silly housemates a.k.a. US, would cook.

We also knew that he hated resorting eating instant anything. Everything had to be made conventionally and healthy!

Or so that was according to our considerate little dongsaeng.

But now we were busted. BUSTED REAL GOOD. We could only cast nervous glances and gulp. Nothing was more frightening than an enraged member named Kim Ryeowook not being called to do his job for his lazy teammates.

“Didn’t I tell you already that if you guys are hungry, just let me know?” He began reprimanding us like how a mother would to his naughty kids. “These things are bad for you! Don’t you know that this” —he shoved one cup of spicy noodle to our noses–- “has preservatives. PRESERVATIVES. You know preservatives are unhealthy! And if you guys eat mo—

And he stopped talking and gaped even more. We watched him lean a good degree and he saw what looked like two dozen more of those cups in various flavors, colors and brands inside a transparent bag – our pathetic attempt of hiding the stash apparently.

We had planned to hide those properly actually - inside a nice, Ryeowook-free safe but…

“THAT’S IT! GROCERY. NOW.”

We thought that by agreeing and doing grocery, Ryeowook would cut us some slack. Unfortunately, things got more complicated upon arriving at Aisle 06 – VEGETABLE SECTION.

“Get one of those carrots. And three more of those potatoes and cabbages. Don’t forget to grab some lea— YAH! I SAID NO SALTY CHIPS! OR SWEETS! WHO PLACED THESE HERE?!”

And what we thought was just simple grocery-shopping with Ryeowook turned out an all-out war for the sake of healthy eating.

“OH NO YOU DON’T! PUT THOSE CHOCOLATES BACK FROM WHERE IT CAME FROM!”

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A/N: Ryeowook loves his members too much, doesn't he? Ahh~ Caring Wookie is a happy Wookie!

[FIC] Cuteness Beyond Words: Donghae , ONE-SHOT

2009-08-26T14:30:58Z

Just how exactly "cute beyond words" are the members of Super Junior? Read and find out!

Scenario 06: Donghae, the Gadget-Destroyer

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One way or another, the thought of NOT LETTING DONGHAE TOUCH ANY OF OUR GADGETS slipped right out of our minds so easily. We had no idea why or how it happened. It just did, on one fine Sunday evening which we sometimes refer to movie nights at the 12th .

We remembered him asking each of us politely, with a slight hint of his infamous accent, “Yah, can I use your laptop? I want to check my cyworld.” or “I’ll just listen to some music. Lend me your IPOD, will you?”

And last but not the least – the latest, “Omo! My player won’t read my music CD! Can I take yours from your room and borrow it for a while?”

We nodded altogether, half-attentive of his requests and permissions because the movie on was too good to miss out, even for a second, and just waved him off.

After a minute, or probably more than an hour – because the movie got us too engrossed – that we finally realized the situation at hand.

“Oh, sho— that WAS Donghae, wasn’t it?”

“And did we just yes to him?”

Then all of us paled; the look on our faces could only be described in two words at the realization of leaving our beloved gadgets’ fate to Donghae’s destroying hands: OH NO’s and OH, CRAP NO’s.

“MY LAPTOP!”

“MY IPOD!!”

“MY PLAYER!!!”

Because our member, Lee Donghae, would always ALWAYS break borrowed things. This unusual phenomenon would forever be unexplainable, we decided a long time ago. As much as that sounded ridiculously exaggerated, we were telling the truth!

We scurried like a pack of rodents to Donghae’s room and barged in, half-wishing that he would spare our gadgets’ life from utter wreckage.

“What’s… going on?” Donghae sat up from his bed and stared with sheer wonder at the sight of us –11 guys. Yeah, we were complete!– cramping and wiggling at his door. Beside his bed was his desk and the things we thought we lost for good were on top of it – the laptop, IPOD and player still intact, in one piece and functioning.

Well, that was… wrong. Really REALLY wrong. Something was definitely not right if our stuff were still functioning. This was Fishy were talking about, hey!

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A/N: Gadget-Destroying Donghae left a wonderful place in my heart! How can one NOT LOVE that about him, hmm?

[FIC] Cuteness Beyond Words: Henry , ONE-SHOT

2009-08-23T13:39:40Z

Just how "cute beyond words" are the members of Super Junior? Read and find out!

Scenario 05: The Henry Violin

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“Um, no. Can I take another look? This is not it.” We all heard for the nth time from Henry as he and the store attendant disappeared inside the backroom. We exchanged exasperated looks with each other when our member was no longer in sight.

We seriously had no idea that this trip would turn out this tiring, especially if the trip had the agenda of buying a violin for practice-use. At first, it was just a honest fun of “C’mon, let’s see how Henry-ah buys his instrument! It’ll be fun!” experience.

We had no idea how dead wrong we were. Henry was far worse than any female picking out a simple flip-flop to wear for summer!

From one store to another, one mall to another, one city to another, all of us would drag ourselves just to keep up with Henry and his frantic search for the one. Just like earlier, when he took a quick glance at a wooden violin inside of this large music store, he simply shook his head and walked away.

There was also moment when he simply touched another similar instrument, he immediately declined buying it.

Only three hours had passed and we felt like we did a five-hour concert because of him.

“But sir, this is only the one we have.” The attendant and him appeared and Henry looked like he was about to cry.

“Are you sure?” He asked in his most polite manner and the store employee shook her head in dismay.

“Why won’t you buy that instead, Henry-ah?” We all asked, partly for the reason that we all wanted to go home and the other out of genuine curiosity. Henry looked at us like we just asked the silliest question in the entire universe.

“Hyung, this isn’t it! It’s not speaking to me!” He exclaimed in defeat like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He then pushed the violin right in front of our noses, stating more of his point. “Don’t you hear it? Feel it?? This is not the Henry Violin!”

Just what exactly was the Henry Violin? We would never know. Or understand. All we wanted to know just how long before this quest would stop. We seriously wanted to go home.

Apparently, three weeks had already passed and there was still no sign of the Henry Violin.

And our little Henry was the verge of flying back to Canada just to continue his search for the destined stringed one.

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A/N: Passionate Henry is passionate~ I really understand him and his quest of searching THE ONE. Ha ha ha~~!