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remixiedTitle: Playing Games
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: QMi
Rating: R
Summary: Kyuhyun is late, as usual.
A/N: Something I wrote when I saw the little ad on my LJ that said, "How has the constant presence of technology affected your/your child's education."
Fuckfuckfuck, so close!
"Kui Xian?" Zhou Mi purred next to his ear
Almost there!
"C'mon Kui Xian! Please?"
Yes! YES!
"KUIXIAN!" Zhou Mi yelled
He looked up from his PSP, to where Zhou Mi was hanging over the back of the his makeup chair, looking more than a little annoyed.
Kyuhyun tossed an insolent smirk over his shoulder, "I finally beat that level!"
Zhou Mi smiled sweetly as he leaned further over the other man's shoulder, "And I'm going to beat you!" he informed him cheerfully, "Do you have any idea how late we're going to be? Filming starts in less than ten minutes, and you're not even dressed!"
Kyuhyun shrugged and turned back to his game, clearly unaware of the importance of punctuality, especially when he was so close to the final boss battle. Just a few more levels, he thought gleefully.
"It's fine, Mi. Don't worry so much."
The older man let out an exasperated sigh and dropped his head onto Kyuhyun's shoulder in defeat, muffling his groan, "Why are you like this?"
"Like what?" Kyuhyun asked, distractedly.
This calls for desperate measures, thought Zhou Mi. Well, when all else fails, try the one thing that never does!
Slim arms wound their way around Kyuhyun's shoulders and a hot mouth found that spot on his neck, teeth and tongue working it roughly. Zhou Mi watched with satisfaction as Kyuhyun's slim fingers faltered on the buttons for a moment- Works every time!
"Stop it, ge! How am I supposed to concentrate when you're doing that!" he wriggled his way out of Zhou Mi's grasp and hunched even further over his game.
Except, apparently, this time.
The door opened and a stylist peeked in, "Four minutes!" she called before retreating.
Zhou Mi straightened and walked around to the front of the chair, smiling placidly as he took hold of Kyuhyun's chin and forced him to meet his gaze, "Kui Xian, let me explain this to you. You are going to put that down and get ready. Now."
Kyuhyun arched a delicate eyebrow before replying simply, "No." and returning to his game.
Zhou Mi could feel a twitch starting at the corner of his left eye. He reached forward and ripped the PSP out of Kyhyun's grasp. He lifted it high over his head and let it drop. The console hit the floor, the screen spiderwebbing on impact as the graphics flickered and died.
Kyuhyun stared at Zhou Mi's mouth, lips stretched into a beatific smile. He dropped his gaze to the PSP, laying broken on the floor, and promptly snapped.
"What the fuck, Zhou Mi just... what the fuck?!" he screeched, jumping up from his seat and approaching the taller man with every intention of wiping that stupid expression off his equally stupid face- until Hankyung walked in.
Kyuhyun might have continued with his plan to exact revenge on the other man, if Hankyung hadn't dragged him off to wardrobe with a cry of, "You're not ready yet?! Zhou Mi, you said you'd make sure he was!"
"I was working on it!" Zhou Mi called after them before heading out onto the set.
____
Later on when Kyuhyun is dragged over by a weary looking Hankyung, Zhou Mi scoots behind Henry in an effort to look as inconspicuous as possible. Maybe Siwon would've been a better choice...
The MC is babbling about something, and Zhou Mi's trying really hard to pay attention, all the while contemplating how much more time he has left on earth. He figures he could probably out run Kyuhyun, but he has to sleep eventually.
A low voice next to his ear startles him, "You're gonna make this up to me, ge."
"Hwah?" He answers intelligently
He feels the fleeting pressure of Kyuhyun's fingers at his hipbone, the sharp dig of his chin as he presses into his shoulder, "You broke my toy, Zhou Mi. Now you're going to have to replace it."
Zhou Mi shivers at the suggestion, smiling weakly when the MC addresses him, firing off some half answer that shifts the focus to Ryeowook.
"Ge," Kyuhyun presses closer, molding his body against Zhou Mi's and breathing into his neck, "I think you'd make a nice substitute."
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: QMi
Rating: R
Summary: Kyuhyun is late, as usual.
A/N: Something I wrote when I saw the little ad on my LJ that said, "How has the constant presence of technology affected your/your child's education."
Fuckfuckfuck, so close!
"Kui Xian?" Zhou Mi purred next to his ear
Almost there!
"C'mon Kui Xian! Please?"
Yes! YES!
"KUIXIAN!" Zhou Mi yelled
He looked up from his PSP, to where Zhou Mi was hanging over the back of the his makeup chair, looking more than a little annoyed.
Kyuhyun tossed an insolent smirk over his shoulder, "I finally beat that level!"
Zhou Mi smiled sweetly as he leaned further over the other man's shoulder, "And I'm going to beat you!" he informed him cheerfully, "Do you have any idea how late we're going to be? Filming starts in less than ten minutes, and you're not even dressed!"
Kyuhyun shrugged and turned back to his game, clearly unaware of the importance of punctuality, especially when he was so close to the final boss battle. Just a few more levels, he thought gleefully.
"It's fine, Mi. Don't worry so much."
The older man let out an exasperated sigh and dropped his head onto Kyuhyun's shoulder in defeat, muffling his groan, "Why are you like this?"
"Like what?" Kyuhyun asked, distractedly.
This calls for desperate measures, thought Zhou Mi. Well, when all else fails, try the one thing that never does!
Slim arms wound their way around Kyuhyun's shoulders and a hot mouth found that spot on his neck, teeth and tongue working it roughly. Zhou Mi watched with satisfaction as Kyuhyun's slim fingers faltered on the buttons for a moment- Works every time!
"Stop it, ge! How am I supposed to concentrate when you're doing that!" he wriggled his way out of Zhou Mi's grasp and hunched even further over his game.
Except, apparently, this time.
The door opened and a stylist peeked in, "Four minutes!" she called before retreating.
Zhou Mi straightened and walked around to the front of the chair, smiling placidly as he took hold of Kyuhyun's chin and forced him to meet his gaze, "Kui Xian, let me explain this to you. You are going to put that down and get ready. Now."
Kyuhyun arched a delicate eyebrow before replying simply, "No." and returning to his game.
Zhou Mi could feel a twitch starting at the corner of his left eye. He reached forward and ripped the PSP out of Kyhyun's grasp. He lifted it high over his head and let it drop. The console hit the floor, the screen spiderwebbing on impact as the graphics flickered and died.
Kyuhyun stared at Zhou Mi's mouth, lips stretched into a beatific smile. He dropped his gaze to the PSP, laying broken on the floor, and promptly snapped.
"What the fuck, Zhou Mi just... what the fuck?!" he screeched, jumping up from his seat and approaching the taller man with every intention of wiping that stupid expression off his equally stupid face- until Hankyung walked in.
Kyuhyun might have continued with his plan to exact revenge on the other man, if Hankyung hadn't dragged him off to wardrobe with a cry of, "You're not ready yet?! Zhou Mi, you said you'd make sure he was!"
"I was working on it!" Zhou Mi called after them before heading out onto the set.
____
Later on when Kyuhyun is dragged over by a weary looking Hankyung, Zhou Mi scoots behind Henry in an effort to look as inconspicuous as possible. Maybe Siwon would've been a better choice...
The MC is babbling about something, and Zhou Mi's trying really hard to pay attention, all the while contemplating how much more time he has left on earth. He figures he could probably out run Kyuhyun, but he has to sleep eventually.
A low voice next to his ear startles him, "You're gonna make this up to me, ge."
"Hwah?" He answers intelligently
He feels the fleeting pressure of Kyuhyun's fingers at his hipbone, the sharp dig of his chin as he presses into his shoulder, "You broke my toy, Zhou Mi. Now you're going to have to replace it."
Zhou Mi shivers at the suggestion, smiling weakly when the MC addresses him, firing off some half answer that shifts the focus to Ryeowook.
"Ge," Kyuhyun presses closer, molding his body against Zhou Mi's and breathing into his neck, "I think you'd make a nice substitute."
