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coley_merrin) wrote2009-10-07 06:04 pm
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[Fic] Rundown 1/8
Title: Rundown
Author: Coley Merrin
Rating: R
Pairings: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun (main) and small amounts of Siwon/Hankyung
Genre: AU, baseball
Warning: Sexual situations.
Summary: As Zhou Mi's dreams are put in jeopardy, Kyuhyun is forced to face everything he has tried to escape.
***
Chapter One ** Chapter Two
***
There was nothing like the feeling of being in the game. The roaring chatter of the crowd, the stadium music system, the sounds of the announcers. The ribbing shouts of teammates.
The thrill of the crack of wood on leather, and the satisfying settle of the ball into the mitt. Their shoes were made for traction, their uniforms for range of motion. Their batting helmets protected them from wayward, injuring pitches, and they protected elbows and...
Not every injury could be avoided.
Zhou Mi knew something was wrong the moment he fell. It wasn’t the dive, but the landing. His hand should have come down solidly with his mitt, his body rolling and absorbing the blow. But it got caught beneath him, the angle all wrong, and he gasped, rolling so that he could straighten his arm. He stared, flexing the fingers of his throwing hand and sitting up with a cry at the pain as he tried to bend his wrist.
Their second baseman, Kibum, had finished the play for him, crouching by him immediately.
“Are you okay?” Kibum asked.
“My wrist...”
The trainer and the manager jogged up, and Kibum retreated.
The trainer’s hand was gentle, probing. Zhou Mi knew he was coming out of the game. He couldn’t throw. Definitely couldn’t bat with his wrist like that.
He just didn’t know for how long.
***
There were x-rays. An MRI. All to make sure the ligaments were intact. He was fitted with a wrist brace for stability, and plunked straight onto the fifteen day disabled list.
For a wrist sprain.
It was hard, over the next few days, watching everyone get ready for games. It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d been injured, not the first time he sat out, but it was frustrating, no matter what the reason was.
When the word came down that the owner wanted to see him, it wasn’t much a surprise. The man was involved in major decisions, and having a player out was a pretty major occurrence. The discussion had not been long, and the request had not been one Zhou Mi had felt he could refuse.
But he had never expected that it would lead him...there.
***
Zhou Mi stood inside of the owner’s suite, high above the field. It wasn’t opulent... Classy, perhaps. Decorated in the teams colors of dark blues, grays and whites. Accents here and there of red, and artwork on the walls. A picture of the stadium on its opening day, gleaming in the light.
The only occupant of the suite was plainly obvious, sitting close to the safety glass that separated the suite from the stadium below.
Cho Kyuhyun.
The owner’s only child. Only son.
“I need you, while you have time, to spend some time with my son,” the owner had said, leading back in his chair. “I need him to kick off his childish mentality, and start getting involved with the organization. He’s wasting his time and mine. Maybe having a player around him will help him see what he’s missing.”
While Zhou Mi had some time. As though he were on some sort of vacation instead of a forced leave due to an injury that put his life, his career, on hold. And then there was the rub, and the gratefulness, that the team could just continue on without him.
So spending some time with the owner’s son, in the plush box, and talking about baseball seemed like a pretty decent distraction.
Of course, that was what he told himself as he approached the sitting figure. He had no real idea how old the owner’s son was, and was startled to see that the man could not have been much younger than himself. The dark hair had clearly been cut by a skilled person, and the eyes... Zhou Mi was distracted for a moment by the dark eyes that rose to his. There wasn’t any real curiosity in them, more that he wondered who would be in his space. Zhou Mi swallowed hard.
“Hi... I... Your father gave me the entry key. I’m Zhou Mi.”
Kyuhyun didn’t seem impressed by Zhou Mi’s ramble, or seem inclined to stand and greet him properly. The well-formed mouth stayed closed as they considered each other.
Kyuhyun’s stare swept him from his feet to the top of his head. “You’re one of the players?”
Zhou Mi frowned. “Yes?”
“That’s nice. Nice to meet you. You can go now.”
Zhou Mi stared as Kyuhyun dismissed him, turning the rather nice profile toward him.
“I think he meant that I should stay,” Zhou Mi said, feeling that this was more dangerous even than eggshells. “Maybe we could talk about the game?”
“I don’t like baseball. I don’t want to be here. So you want to talk, feel free. I’m not listening.”
He sat, awkwardly, a seat away from Kyuhyun. They might as well have not been watching the same game, as Zhou Mi exclaimed at a particularly well played double play, Kyuhyun sat unmoved.
He was supposed to... To make this man appreciate baseball?
“You like statistics?” he asked, turning to Kyuhyun.
A noncommittal grunt.
“Baseball is all about statistics,” Zhou Mi said, standing and walking to the glass. “Take this batter here. How many times in his career has he faced a left handed pitcher? How many home runs has he hit off of one? How careful should they be? Where can the pitcher throw the ball where there’s a higher probability of him swinging and missing? All batters have weaknesses, so it’s just a matter of finding them and exploiting them. The pitcher pours over the statistics, and the catcher is there, the other half of his brain, a team to work the odds. Where you throw to get a pop up, where to throw to get a ground ball.”
Another grunt, and Zhou Mi rounded on him.
“People think baseball is stupid and boring, a bunch of little boys with big sticks trying to hit little balls further than the next person. But it’s intricate, more intricate than any dance. Every movement has weight. The men in the dugout aren’t taking a vacation. They’re watching the pitcher’s move to first, and how sharp his curve ball is. As a member of the infield, you have a split second to decide to dive or move or risk getting hit. There’s a hell of a lot more going on than most people imagine.”
“Sounds like a hell of a lot more trouble than it’s worth,” Kyuhyun said, letting his head fall back, his eyes derisive.
Zhou Mi let his breath out slowly. “Okay. Okay, fine. I have to go.”
“Look, Zhou Mi...” He paused as Kyuhyun stood, walking toward him. “I get the game. It’s not like I’ve never seen one. I played in high school. So I appreciate that you’re passionate about it. But this is a waste of your time, and mine. I guess he thought a baseball player would be more likely to persuade me, but it’s not going to work. My father made baseball his whole life. I don’t want it to be mine.”
“I’m sorry?”
Kyuhyun’s smile was twisted into a bitter smirk. “Oh, he didn’t tell you? You probably thought he wanted a connection to his dear son. Dear Daddy, wanting to share. What he wants is to play golf on tropical islands while I stay back to manage the baseball empire.”
Zhou Mi was sure he looked somewhat confused. “But with a general manager...”
“My father is a very hands-on owner. I’m sure you’ve seen him more than a few times. He’s not going to let a general manager take all the credit for anything. So it’s not enough that I sit back and am ready to put out fires. He wants me to meddle like he does, because that’s how a Cho gets it done.”
“What if you made a mistake?” Zhou Mi asked.
Kyuhyun laughed. “I’m sure his ego would be boosted if I did.”
The man in front of him was not a happy one, especially not at the moment. And that tugged at Zhou Mi. He had never been good at watching other people suffer. He knew the story that Kyuhyun’s father had fed him, and he had expected some pampered, wealthy young boy who didn’t want to work. Not a man whose veneer of unhappiness all but leaked from him. Maybe he couldn’t fix it, or even come to understand it, but it made him curious. People had made fun of him for his optimism throughout his life, and he did not willingly place himself in situations that unduly challenged that. Here he wasn’t sure.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Zhou Mi said.
“Were you not listening? Don’t waste your time.”
“It’s kind of fun for me to watch from up here every once in a while. Besides, if I don’t come, he’ll just send someone else. Why have to repeat that speech all over again?”
A stunning, wide grin spread over Kyuhyun’s face, and for not the first time at all, Zhou Mi felt a tug of attraction.
“That’s sneaky. I like it. At least until you go back to playing anyway.”
Zhou Mi scowled down at his bandaged arm. “With this, it’ll be a while.”
“Ah. Sorry about that. Do you ever hope your replacement screws up every now and again so you’ll look better?”
Zhou Mi goggled. “No! He’s such a nice kid! And what hurts him would hurt the team. Those guys are my family.”
“That’s good. I already like you more than I like my father.”
Zhou Mi left, feeling unsettled for some reason, but he knew that he’d be back.
***
Zhou Mi spent parts of each game in the owner’s suite with the mostly silent Kyuhyun. They spoke sometimes. Some of baseball, some of the news, but Kyuhyun usually lapsed into silence after Zhou Mi asked a question, his mouth sulky as he watched the game progress.
He knew that mouth was sulky, because his eyes were drawn to it, against all his best judgement. It was a nice diversion in the down times, and an unwitting distraction all the rest. Every time he was granted a smile, his heart turned, stupidly. It was because he felt down, that he was so attracted to Kyuhyun. His mind was creating a diversion for him. Unfortunately, it was working.
So knowing that, at first he thought he was just seeing things. The way Kyuhyun’s shirt rode up as he bent over, the way he arched his neck away, baring the long, gorgeous curve of it. The way his thumb swept suggestively up and down his glass as though it was something else entirely.
But his imagination wasn’t that good. And he couldn’t have imagined it, when he was thinking of standing to get his coat, that a body blocked his view of the wide windows. He gaped, staring up with an open mouth, but he never got the chance to ask the question.
Kyuhyun tilted his face up, a cool hand beneath his jaw. He barely had time to close his eyes before their mouths met. The kiss made his senses burn. He didn’t think he imagined that feeling, on either of their sides. He knew his own attraction to the man who was essentially his boss. But for Kyuhyun to return that? He tipped his face, trying to keep the contact between them, feeling Kyuhyun’s lips softly slide from his. On his part at least, there could be no mistake. But there was humor, even a bit of devilry in Kyuhyun’s eyes
“I thought you might like that,” he said, standing the rest of the way cockily.
“You’re a...a tease!” Zhou Mi accused, but there was no heat in it as he stood.
“Come home with me tonight,” Kyuhyun called over his shoulder.
But he left Kyuhyun, alone, standing and staring out the wide window.
What did Kyuhyun want from him? That invitation to go home with him hadn’t been innocent in the least. The kiss had certainly not been. And yet he got a strange feeling about everything. Obviously there was a corner of him that screamed that he should’ve taken up Kyuhyun’s offer. Sex with a man Zhou Mi wouldn’t even have suspected would be interested..? It seemed like a great deal all around. But why? Why did Kyuhyun want him? He knew Zhou Mi was there on his father’s orders. And that was why he had walked away.
***
It was a night game the next day, and Kyuhyun was seated comfortably by the time Zhou Mi got there, sometime after the fifth inning.
“It’s about time,” Kyuhyun said caustically. “This game is dull as dirt.”
“Sorry... I don’t feel right spending too much time away from the guys when I have a choice.”
“I’m sure they miss you.”
Zhou Mi wasn’t sure how to respond to the sarcasm, so he stayed silent, Kyuhyun watching as Zhou Mi stood up to get some water. His skin crawled at the knowledge that Kyuhyun was watching. Watching as he sat, as he drank.
The players filed off of the field at the end of the inning, and Kyuhyun stood.
“Come with me.”
There was a room off of the main suite, not large but still comfortably furnished with a couch and a few chairs. The main feature of the room, however, was that it was totally cut off from all windows, all views of the outside. Even if staff opened the main suite door, they couldn’t see into the room even if the door was open. And no cameras from outside, from another suite or any of the rows of seats could see in either.
Zhou Mi wasn’t even aware that the room existed until Kyuhyun pushed him back into it. “What...”
“Shhh...”
It took skillful maneuvering to get Zhou Mi around the edge of the couch and down onto it. He wasn’t a complete idiot. He could see the looks Kyuhyun had been sending him. And if his pants were a little tight at the way Kyuhyun was bodily backing him up, then it only spoke to Kyuhyun’s appeal. It absolutely wasn’t fair, but the man was hot. Ever since they’d shared that kiss two days before, that had been all he’d been thinking about. That mouth, speaking dirty things to him. That body, solid and amazing, pressed to him. Or him pressing it... Preferably into a mattress.
But right then, Kyuhyun slid effortlessly into his lap. And his lap wasn’t complaining.
Teeth were worrying his earlobe, his earring, and his hand tightened on Kyuhyun’s ribs.
“I had no idea earrings could be this hot,” Kyuhyun muttered. “You turn your head, and they flash and I just want to bite you...”
Zhou Mi inhaled. “Well. Oh. You’re welcome to...”
Kyuhyun chuckled, the sound dark, low, and flooding straight into his groin. He wished he were joking, but the flood of heat couldn’t be denied. Kyuhyun’s skin was heated, fragrant, and he pressed his lips to as much of it as he could possibly reach. His jaw, his neck. And received a purr in return.
“You wear those jeans and you wonder why you get molested,” Kyuhyun mused, a hand creeping up Zhou Mi’s neck.
He was too old for this frantic rubbing, the lining up of their hips, to affect him. He was too old for it to have taken him right to the brink. Kyuhyun’s eyes were on him, briefly closing, losing focus, his breathing erratic as they tried to hold steady for just another second, another moan.
The sound Kyuhyun made was desperate. “Zhou Mi... Fuck...”
Zhou Mi came embarrassingly in his pants.
And if the shaky breaths against his neck were any indication, Kyuhyun had as well. His injured wrist lay useless beside them, and what they had just done filtered through. They were grown men, humping each other like teenagers in the owner’s suite, and while a baseball game was played below. It wasn’t as though it was a romantic tryst... He had no footing on which to figure out how to react. If he started kissing Kyuhyun’s neck, as he was tempted to do, the reaction he could be getting was disgust, or contempt, or...
But his mouth had almost connected when he heard Kyuhyun’s snort. “I can almost hear you thinking.”
Zhou Mi swallowed. “Okay.”
“There’s a bathroom in through there if you want to clean up. I’ll use the other.”
The room felt positively chilly when Kyuhyun stood, air rushing to his damp skin, damp cloth. Kyuhyun walked out without a backward glance, without a thank you, or a reassurance, and left Zhou Mi... Well. With soiled underwear and a troubled mind.
By the time he’d taken care of most of the problem, one handed, Kyuhyun had already taken up his usual spot. Color had gone from Kyuhyun’s face, his hair in order. There wasn’t any real evidence at all of what had just happened. So he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to ignore it, or...
He sat gingerly, and was pinned by Kyuhyun’s dark eyes. “The invitation from the other day still stands. You should come home with me tonight. I’m not going to ask again.”
Zhou Mi nodded his head once in agreement, staring out at the diamond below them. Though his breathing was controlled, his heart raced. It was like touching fire, only instead of a burn, he wanted more.
***
“Wait here,” Kyuhyun ordered, and half disappeared into a room. An order was given to an unseen person that he was not to be disturbed until morning unless there was an emergency, and Kyuhyun continued to lead him back into the house. The room they entered was decorated in neutral creams and green, decidedly masculine, but not severely so. The plush comforter of the bed looked soft, a deep green that invited the hands to sink into it. Kyuhyun’s sunglasses clattering onto the nightstand startled him, and he suddenly felt very awkward. There was Kyuhyun, turning to him with a question in his eyes, and then there he was. Standing awkwardly beside the bed like some out of place obelisk.
He knew why he was there. Kyuhyun hadn’t invited him to play chess. It was an invitation to sex in a more...bedroom like environment. Kyuhyun’s playing field. His element. There was hunger and expectation there that he found he wanted to answer. On the field, he couldn’t wait for someone to call the shots when a ball was screaming toward him. He just had to catch it.
He cupped Kyuhyun’s jaw, holding him as their mouths met. Kyuhyun let him hold that kiss at tentative and asking for all of half a second before his arms came up and his mouth opened, and from there on it was a dirty battle to see who could taste more, mark more.
Kyuhyun’s nimble fingers undid the buttons down Zhou Mi’s shirt, stripping it from him.
“On the bed,” Kyuhyun muttered, a hand dead center on his chest.
He lay back without thought, favoring his injured wrist and watching with reverent eyes as Kyuhyun sat beside him. His breath came tight and quick as he watched the shirt drop from Kyuhyun’s hand, fingers trailing up Zhou Mi’s chest until they could grasp his chin. As though he was looking away. Kyuhyun’s lips caught the corner of his mouth, and it was only luck that he caught the breathy voice. “I want you inside me.”
Zhou Mi’s whole body agreed. Until his bandaged wrist came into view. Of all the stupid, inconvenient, terrible... “With my arm, I can’t...”
“Don’t worry,” Kyuhyun said, a mischievous smile on his face as he straddled Zhou Mi’s hips. “I can take care of that.”
All of his remaining thoughts, his protests, everything of substance faded with just that one, simple declaration.
For a few moments, he thought the heat of Kyuhyun’s mouth would drown him. Until he realized that was just him, forgetting to breathe because of the way Kyuhyun was rocking against him. He dropped his head back, moaning, reaching desperately for Kyuhyun’s hips, for more friction, more anything.
“Kyuhyun...”
“Easy,” Kyuhyun murmured, guiding Zhou Mi’s injured arm back up. If he could have, he’d have wiped that smirk right off of Kyuhyun’s face, rolling them, making sure that the next expression on his face was bliss as Zhou Mi’s hips took them there. Maybe he was thin, but he had the strength to do that. If only... If only he weren’t injured. But Kyuhyun had the control and seemed to revel in it.
“I figure there’s a few ways we could do this,” Kyuhyun said, their mouths mating again. “But I like the look of this one.”
He groaned as Kyuhyun began to undo his belt, his jeans, sliding off Zhou Mi to stand so he could yank them down, and then follow with his own. He was harder than he could remember being, jerking as Kyuhyun settled onto the bed, a condom packet in his teeth. What was he to do when a slick hand gripped him, and just out of reach, acres of pale skin that he itched to touch.
“Kyuhyun...”
Had he had a dream like this once? A dark eyed man, all long limbs and glistening throat poised above him. The smile on Kyuhyun’s face was somewhere between threat and promise, and all his muscles seized, trying not to do what his brain screamed to do, to move fast, faster. But Kyuhyun was slow, and so, so tight. The way he gasped for air, the way his heart pounded, he wondered if he would make it. He was an athlete. He could run, but this... This...
They both moaned as Kyuhyun began to move, rocking them both into instant bliss.
He was desperate to help, but Kyuhyun would have none of it, bracing himself and staring at Zhou Mi through a flopping lock of hair, eyes desperate and dark, and the most sensual thing he had ever seen. He nudged with his hips, Kyuhyun’s eyes dropping half closed, and he wondered if it was retaliation that the pace quickened.
The end rose as he watched with glazed eyes, Kyuhyun’s head falling back, the whole focus of his body on Zhou Mi inside him and his blurred, stroking hand.
Kyuhyun’s moan broke, and Zhou Mi fell, his hand tight on Kyuhyun’s supporting wrist as they weathered the high.
He wasn’t particularly sure he could see any more, as he stared at the ceiling in utter, languishing defeat. But as Kyuhyun pushed up from being slumped on his chest, all hooded eyes as he reached for Zhou Mi’s face, he found he could, at least until everything blurred again as Kyuhyun’s tongue found a solid home in his mouth.
Not that he minded, giving as good as he got, his healthy hand’s fingers twining in Kyuhyun’s hair.
When Kyuhyun was satisfied, Zhou Mi was decidedly not, following Kyuhyun's body as he collapsed with a groan onto the mattress.
“I’ve needed that for months,” Kyuhyun said, lips tilted and arms stretched out in relaxation. It was all Zhou Mi could do to tear his eyes from the smooth skin of Kyuhyun’s chest, the dark nipples, and focus on his words.
“But you haven’t known me for months?” Zhou Mi pointed out. And it was only at Kyuhyun’s laugh that the actual meaning sank through. It wasn’t Zhou Mi he had needed for months, it was sex. And there was quite a bit of difference in that. “Oh. Oh.”
“You’re way too sweet,” Kyuhyun said, without condescension but still with an edge that made it just that far from a compliment. “Stay the night, and I’ll feed you in the morning.”
He wasn’t being kicked out at least. The gorgeous Kyuhyun with the wonderful laugh and strange attitude, at least would let him stay. He didn’t know if he should feel triumphant or scared. It was a crack in the wall he could just barely scrape through, and he had no idea what was on the other side.
***
Zhou Mi woke to a discreet knock on the door, opening a lazy eye to see Kyuhyun standing and tugging on a robe, covering all that naked skin. Air whistled out of him as he remembered last night, Kyuhyun moving above him. He snuck a glance at his watch to see if they had enough time...
A child’s cry had his heart leaping in shock, the blanket held to his chest like a life saving device. He blinked hard as Kyuhyun accepted a small, dress clad toddler from the woman who stood there, the door closing just as discreetly as Kyuhyun walked back.
“Daddy!” she squealed as Kyuhyun tossed her into the air a few inches.
Zhou Mi felt ice moving through his limbs. Daddy? Guests did not call men Daddy, which meant the child was...Kyuhyun’s. And if she were Kyuhyun’s, then...
“You’re married?” he choked out.
Kyuhyun glanced toward him, meandering to the bed nonchalantly as the little girl picked at his hair.
“I was, briefly. Before my father decided I should succeed his empire, he really wanted me to forget I liked men. She’s the best thing I got out of it.” Kyuhyun nuzzled the little girl’s cheek. “Aren’t you, baby?”
She giggled, snuggling closer.
“So...you’re raising her?” Zhou Mi asked, a little doubtful.
“My ex-wife tried the mother thing, and didn’t feel going at it alone was something she wanted, even with a nanny. She drops by every so often to make sure I’m not beating the kid. As a person, I liked her, as anything else, we obviously didn’t quite work.”
And from the smirk on Kyuhyun’s face, Zhou Mi knew exactly what he was talking about as the image of Kyuhyun moaning above him popped involuntarily again into his mind. Not like you and I did, Kyuhyun seemed to be saying.
“Bekfast?” the little girl said hopefully.
“I have to dress and then we can eat,” Kyuhyun told her. “You, stay here with Zhou Mi, and I’ll be ready in a minute, okay?”
Zhou Mi gaped as the child was lowered onto his chest, thankfully where the sheet and blanket covered all the way to his chin. He was uncomfortably aware that he was naked, and there was a child, and... With his bad arm...
“What if she falls off the bed? I couldn’t...!”
“Then keep a hold on her.”
Zhou Mi and the child considered each other after Kyuhyun disappeared to dress. She had a tiny, pixie’s face, dominated by large, dark eyes. Only one of the stamps her father had made. He could see the finest features of Kyuhyun on the little face, the wispy dark hair. She was the most adorable thing he thought he had ever seen, and really only part of that came because she was Kyuhyun’s child.
“My name is Zhou Mi,” he told her.
“Joo Mi,” she tried to repeat, and he grinned her. Close enough.
“How old are you?”
“Two,” she said, and leaned forward, seeming to be intent on touching his teeth.
“We think she’ll be a dentist,” Kyuhyun said from the foot of the bed. “She’s been fascinated by teeth since she could coordinate herself to lift a hand.”
“Pretty smile,” the girl announced.
Kyuhyun laughed. “He does have a pretty smile, doesn’t he?” he asked, and hoisted the child into his arms. “Let’s go see what Cook has for breakfast, okay?”
“Breakfast!”
“You’ll join us to eat?” Kyuhyun asked, staring down at him.
“I... Yes. I’ll dress quickly.”
“Good.” Kyuhyun cradled the child’s head into his shoulder, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to Zhou Mi’s mouth.
“We’ll see you there, then.”
Just being around the child seemed to soften Kyuhyun, to where he was more affectionate... If that kiss was any indication. He was frozen to the bed for a long moment. The sight of Kyuhyun and his precious little girl as they went laughing into the hall, enough to undo him.
***
Author: Coley Merrin
Rating: R
Pairings: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun (main) and small amounts of Siwon/Hankyung
Genre: AU, baseball
Warning: Sexual situations.
Summary: As Zhou Mi's dreams are put in jeopardy, Kyuhyun is forced to face everything he has tried to escape.
***
Chapter One ** Chapter Two
***
There was nothing like the feeling of being in the game. The roaring chatter of the crowd, the stadium music system, the sounds of the announcers. The ribbing shouts of teammates.
The thrill of the crack of wood on leather, and the satisfying settle of the ball into the mitt. Their shoes were made for traction, their uniforms for range of motion. Their batting helmets protected them from wayward, injuring pitches, and they protected elbows and...
Not every injury could be avoided.
Zhou Mi knew something was wrong the moment he fell. It wasn’t the dive, but the landing. His hand should have come down solidly with his mitt, his body rolling and absorbing the blow. But it got caught beneath him, the angle all wrong, and he gasped, rolling so that he could straighten his arm. He stared, flexing the fingers of his throwing hand and sitting up with a cry at the pain as he tried to bend his wrist.
Their second baseman, Kibum, had finished the play for him, crouching by him immediately.
“Are you okay?” Kibum asked.
“My wrist...”
The trainer and the manager jogged up, and Kibum retreated.
The trainer’s hand was gentle, probing. Zhou Mi knew he was coming out of the game. He couldn’t throw. Definitely couldn’t bat with his wrist like that.
He just didn’t know for how long.
***
There were x-rays. An MRI. All to make sure the ligaments were intact. He was fitted with a wrist brace for stability, and plunked straight onto the fifteen day disabled list.
For a wrist sprain.
It was hard, over the next few days, watching everyone get ready for games. It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d been injured, not the first time he sat out, but it was frustrating, no matter what the reason was.
When the word came down that the owner wanted to see him, it wasn’t much a surprise. The man was involved in major decisions, and having a player out was a pretty major occurrence. The discussion had not been long, and the request had not been one Zhou Mi had felt he could refuse.
But he had never expected that it would lead him...there.
***
Zhou Mi stood inside of the owner’s suite, high above the field. It wasn’t opulent... Classy, perhaps. Decorated in the teams colors of dark blues, grays and whites. Accents here and there of red, and artwork on the walls. A picture of the stadium on its opening day, gleaming in the light.
The only occupant of the suite was plainly obvious, sitting close to the safety glass that separated the suite from the stadium below.
Cho Kyuhyun.
The owner’s only child. Only son.
“I need you, while you have time, to spend some time with my son,” the owner had said, leading back in his chair. “I need him to kick off his childish mentality, and start getting involved with the organization. He’s wasting his time and mine. Maybe having a player around him will help him see what he’s missing.”
While Zhou Mi had some time. As though he were on some sort of vacation instead of a forced leave due to an injury that put his life, his career, on hold. And then there was the rub, and the gratefulness, that the team could just continue on without him.
So spending some time with the owner’s son, in the plush box, and talking about baseball seemed like a pretty decent distraction.
Of course, that was what he told himself as he approached the sitting figure. He had no real idea how old the owner’s son was, and was startled to see that the man could not have been much younger than himself. The dark hair had clearly been cut by a skilled person, and the eyes... Zhou Mi was distracted for a moment by the dark eyes that rose to his. There wasn’t any real curiosity in them, more that he wondered who would be in his space. Zhou Mi swallowed hard.
“Hi... I... Your father gave me the entry key. I’m Zhou Mi.”
Kyuhyun didn’t seem impressed by Zhou Mi’s ramble, or seem inclined to stand and greet him properly. The well-formed mouth stayed closed as they considered each other.
Kyuhyun’s stare swept him from his feet to the top of his head. “You’re one of the players?”
Zhou Mi frowned. “Yes?”
“That’s nice. Nice to meet you. You can go now.”
Zhou Mi stared as Kyuhyun dismissed him, turning the rather nice profile toward him.
“I think he meant that I should stay,” Zhou Mi said, feeling that this was more dangerous even than eggshells. “Maybe we could talk about the game?”
“I don’t like baseball. I don’t want to be here. So you want to talk, feel free. I’m not listening.”
He sat, awkwardly, a seat away from Kyuhyun. They might as well have not been watching the same game, as Zhou Mi exclaimed at a particularly well played double play, Kyuhyun sat unmoved.
He was supposed to... To make this man appreciate baseball?
“You like statistics?” he asked, turning to Kyuhyun.
A noncommittal grunt.
“Baseball is all about statistics,” Zhou Mi said, standing and walking to the glass. “Take this batter here. How many times in his career has he faced a left handed pitcher? How many home runs has he hit off of one? How careful should they be? Where can the pitcher throw the ball where there’s a higher probability of him swinging and missing? All batters have weaknesses, so it’s just a matter of finding them and exploiting them. The pitcher pours over the statistics, and the catcher is there, the other half of his brain, a team to work the odds. Where you throw to get a pop up, where to throw to get a ground ball.”
Another grunt, and Zhou Mi rounded on him.
“People think baseball is stupid and boring, a bunch of little boys with big sticks trying to hit little balls further than the next person. But it’s intricate, more intricate than any dance. Every movement has weight. The men in the dugout aren’t taking a vacation. They’re watching the pitcher’s move to first, and how sharp his curve ball is. As a member of the infield, you have a split second to decide to dive or move or risk getting hit. There’s a hell of a lot more going on than most people imagine.”
“Sounds like a hell of a lot more trouble than it’s worth,” Kyuhyun said, letting his head fall back, his eyes derisive.
Zhou Mi let his breath out slowly. “Okay. Okay, fine. I have to go.”
“Look, Zhou Mi...” He paused as Kyuhyun stood, walking toward him. “I get the game. It’s not like I’ve never seen one. I played in high school. So I appreciate that you’re passionate about it. But this is a waste of your time, and mine. I guess he thought a baseball player would be more likely to persuade me, but it’s not going to work. My father made baseball his whole life. I don’t want it to be mine.”
“I’m sorry?”
Kyuhyun’s smile was twisted into a bitter smirk. “Oh, he didn’t tell you? You probably thought he wanted a connection to his dear son. Dear Daddy, wanting to share. What he wants is to play golf on tropical islands while I stay back to manage the baseball empire.”
Zhou Mi was sure he looked somewhat confused. “But with a general manager...”
“My father is a very hands-on owner. I’m sure you’ve seen him more than a few times. He’s not going to let a general manager take all the credit for anything. So it’s not enough that I sit back and am ready to put out fires. He wants me to meddle like he does, because that’s how a Cho gets it done.”
“What if you made a mistake?” Zhou Mi asked.
Kyuhyun laughed. “I’m sure his ego would be boosted if I did.”
The man in front of him was not a happy one, especially not at the moment. And that tugged at Zhou Mi. He had never been good at watching other people suffer. He knew the story that Kyuhyun’s father had fed him, and he had expected some pampered, wealthy young boy who didn’t want to work. Not a man whose veneer of unhappiness all but leaked from him. Maybe he couldn’t fix it, or even come to understand it, but it made him curious. People had made fun of him for his optimism throughout his life, and he did not willingly place himself in situations that unduly challenged that. Here he wasn’t sure.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Zhou Mi said.
“Were you not listening? Don’t waste your time.”
“It’s kind of fun for me to watch from up here every once in a while. Besides, if I don’t come, he’ll just send someone else. Why have to repeat that speech all over again?”
A stunning, wide grin spread over Kyuhyun’s face, and for not the first time at all, Zhou Mi felt a tug of attraction.
“That’s sneaky. I like it. At least until you go back to playing anyway.”
Zhou Mi scowled down at his bandaged arm. “With this, it’ll be a while.”
“Ah. Sorry about that. Do you ever hope your replacement screws up every now and again so you’ll look better?”
Zhou Mi goggled. “No! He’s such a nice kid! And what hurts him would hurt the team. Those guys are my family.”
“That’s good. I already like you more than I like my father.”
Zhou Mi left, feeling unsettled for some reason, but he knew that he’d be back.
***
Zhou Mi spent parts of each game in the owner’s suite with the mostly silent Kyuhyun. They spoke sometimes. Some of baseball, some of the news, but Kyuhyun usually lapsed into silence after Zhou Mi asked a question, his mouth sulky as he watched the game progress.
He knew that mouth was sulky, because his eyes were drawn to it, against all his best judgement. It was a nice diversion in the down times, and an unwitting distraction all the rest. Every time he was granted a smile, his heart turned, stupidly. It was because he felt down, that he was so attracted to Kyuhyun. His mind was creating a diversion for him. Unfortunately, it was working.
So knowing that, at first he thought he was just seeing things. The way Kyuhyun’s shirt rode up as he bent over, the way he arched his neck away, baring the long, gorgeous curve of it. The way his thumb swept suggestively up and down his glass as though it was something else entirely.
But his imagination wasn’t that good. And he couldn’t have imagined it, when he was thinking of standing to get his coat, that a body blocked his view of the wide windows. He gaped, staring up with an open mouth, but he never got the chance to ask the question.
Kyuhyun tilted his face up, a cool hand beneath his jaw. He barely had time to close his eyes before their mouths met. The kiss made his senses burn. He didn’t think he imagined that feeling, on either of their sides. He knew his own attraction to the man who was essentially his boss. But for Kyuhyun to return that? He tipped his face, trying to keep the contact between them, feeling Kyuhyun’s lips softly slide from his. On his part at least, there could be no mistake. But there was humor, even a bit of devilry in Kyuhyun’s eyes
“I thought you might like that,” he said, standing the rest of the way cockily.
“You’re a...a tease!” Zhou Mi accused, but there was no heat in it as he stood.
“Come home with me tonight,” Kyuhyun called over his shoulder.
But he left Kyuhyun, alone, standing and staring out the wide window.
What did Kyuhyun want from him? That invitation to go home with him hadn’t been innocent in the least. The kiss had certainly not been. And yet he got a strange feeling about everything. Obviously there was a corner of him that screamed that he should’ve taken up Kyuhyun’s offer. Sex with a man Zhou Mi wouldn’t even have suspected would be interested..? It seemed like a great deal all around. But why? Why did Kyuhyun want him? He knew Zhou Mi was there on his father’s orders. And that was why he had walked away.
***
It was a night game the next day, and Kyuhyun was seated comfortably by the time Zhou Mi got there, sometime after the fifth inning.
“It’s about time,” Kyuhyun said caustically. “This game is dull as dirt.”
“Sorry... I don’t feel right spending too much time away from the guys when I have a choice.”
“I’m sure they miss you.”
Zhou Mi wasn’t sure how to respond to the sarcasm, so he stayed silent, Kyuhyun watching as Zhou Mi stood up to get some water. His skin crawled at the knowledge that Kyuhyun was watching. Watching as he sat, as he drank.
The players filed off of the field at the end of the inning, and Kyuhyun stood.
“Come with me.”
There was a room off of the main suite, not large but still comfortably furnished with a couch and a few chairs. The main feature of the room, however, was that it was totally cut off from all windows, all views of the outside. Even if staff opened the main suite door, they couldn’t see into the room even if the door was open. And no cameras from outside, from another suite or any of the rows of seats could see in either.
Zhou Mi wasn’t even aware that the room existed until Kyuhyun pushed him back into it. “What...”
“Shhh...”
It took skillful maneuvering to get Zhou Mi around the edge of the couch and down onto it. He wasn’t a complete idiot. He could see the looks Kyuhyun had been sending him. And if his pants were a little tight at the way Kyuhyun was bodily backing him up, then it only spoke to Kyuhyun’s appeal. It absolutely wasn’t fair, but the man was hot. Ever since they’d shared that kiss two days before, that had been all he’d been thinking about. That mouth, speaking dirty things to him. That body, solid and amazing, pressed to him. Or him pressing it... Preferably into a mattress.
But right then, Kyuhyun slid effortlessly into his lap. And his lap wasn’t complaining.
Teeth were worrying his earlobe, his earring, and his hand tightened on Kyuhyun’s ribs.
“I had no idea earrings could be this hot,” Kyuhyun muttered. “You turn your head, and they flash and I just want to bite you...”
Zhou Mi inhaled. “Well. Oh. You’re welcome to...”
Kyuhyun chuckled, the sound dark, low, and flooding straight into his groin. He wished he were joking, but the flood of heat couldn’t be denied. Kyuhyun’s skin was heated, fragrant, and he pressed his lips to as much of it as he could possibly reach. His jaw, his neck. And received a purr in return.
“You wear those jeans and you wonder why you get molested,” Kyuhyun mused, a hand creeping up Zhou Mi’s neck.
He was too old for this frantic rubbing, the lining up of their hips, to affect him. He was too old for it to have taken him right to the brink. Kyuhyun’s eyes were on him, briefly closing, losing focus, his breathing erratic as they tried to hold steady for just another second, another moan.
The sound Kyuhyun made was desperate. “Zhou Mi... Fuck...”
Zhou Mi came embarrassingly in his pants.
And if the shaky breaths against his neck were any indication, Kyuhyun had as well. His injured wrist lay useless beside them, and what they had just done filtered through. They were grown men, humping each other like teenagers in the owner’s suite, and while a baseball game was played below. It wasn’t as though it was a romantic tryst... He had no footing on which to figure out how to react. If he started kissing Kyuhyun’s neck, as he was tempted to do, the reaction he could be getting was disgust, or contempt, or...
But his mouth had almost connected when he heard Kyuhyun’s snort. “I can almost hear you thinking.”
Zhou Mi swallowed. “Okay.”
“There’s a bathroom in through there if you want to clean up. I’ll use the other.”
The room felt positively chilly when Kyuhyun stood, air rushing to his damp skin, damp cloth. Kyuhyun walked out without a backward glance, without a thank you, or a reassurance, and left Zhou Mi... Well. With soiled underwear and a troubled mind.
By the time he’d taken care of most of the problem, one handed, Kyuhyun had already taken up his usual spot. Color had gone from Kyuhyun’s face, his hair in order. There wasn’t any real evidence at all of what had just happened. So he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to ignore it, or...
He sat gingerly, and was pinned by Kyuhyun’s dark eyes. “The invitation from the other day still stands. You should come home with me tonight. I’m not going to ask again.”
Zhou Mi nodded his head once in agreement, staring out at the diamond below them. Though his breathing was controlled, his heart raced. It was like touching fire, only instead of a burn, he wanted more.
***
“Wait here,” Kyuhyun ordered, and half disappeared into a room. An order was given to an unseen person that he was not to be disturbed until morning unless there was an emergency, and Kyuhyun continued to lead him back into the house. The room they entered was decorated in neutral creams and green, decidedly masculine, but not severely so. The plush comforter of the bed looked soft, a deep green that invited the hands to sink into it. Kyuhyun’s sunglasses clattering onto the nightstand startled him, and he suddenly felt very awkward. There was Kyuhyun, turning to him with a question in his eyes, and then there he was. Standing awkwardly beside the bed like some out of place obelisk.
He knew why he was there. Kyuhyun hadn’t invited him to play chess. It was an invitation to sex in a more...bedroom like environment. Kyuhyun’s playing field. His element. There was hunger and expectation there that he found he wanted to answer. On the field, he couldn’t wait for someone to call the shots when a ball was screaming toward him. He just had to catch it.
He cupped Kyuhyun’s jaw, holding him as their mouths met. Kyuhyun let him hold that kiss at tentative and asking for all of half a second before his arms came up and his mouth opened, and from there on it was a dirty battle to see who could taste more, mark more.
Kyuhyun’s nimble fingers undid the buttons down Zhou Mi’s shirt, stripping it from him.
“On the bed,” Kyuhyun muttered, a hand dead center on his chest.
He lay back without thought, favoring his injured wrist and watching with reverent eyes as Kyuhyun sat beside him. His breath came tight and quick as he watched the shirt drop from Kyuhyun’s hand, fingers trailing up Zhou Mi’s chest until they could grasp his chin. As though he was looking away. Kyuhyun’s lips caught the corner of his mouth, and it was only luck that he caught the breathy voice. “I want you inside me.”
Zhou Mi’s whole body agreed. Until his bandaged wrist came into view. Of all the stupid, inconvenient, terrible... “With my arm, I can’t...”
“Don’t worry,” Kyuhyun said, a mischievous smile on his face as he straddled Zhou Mi’s hips. “I can take care of that.”
All of his remaining thoughts, his protests, everything of substance faded with just that one, simple declaration.
For a few moments, he thought the heat of Kyuhyun’s mouth would drown him. Until he realized that was just him, forgetting to breathe because of the way Kyuhyun was rocking against him. He dropped his head back, moaning, reaching desperately for Kyuhyun’s hips, for more friction, more anything.
“Kyuhyun...”
“Easy,” Kyuhyun murmured, guiding Zhou Mi’s injured arm back up. If he could have, he’d have wiped that smirk right off of Kyuhyun’s face, rolling them, making sure that the next expression on his face was bliss as Zhou Mi’s hips took them there. Maybe he was thin, but he had the strength to do that. If only... If only he weren’t injured. But Kyuhyun had the control and seemed to revel in it.
“I figure there’s a few ways we could do this,” Kyuhyun said, their mouths mating again. “But I like the look of this one.”
He groaned as Kyuhyun began to undo his belt, his jeans, sliding off Zhou Mi to stand so he could yank them down, and then follow with his own. He was harder than he could remember being, jerking as Kyuhyun settled onto the bed, a condom packet in his teeth. What was he to do when a slick hand gripped him, and just out of reach, acres of pale skin that he itched to touch.
“Kyuhyun...”
Had he had a dream like this once? A dark eyed man, all long limbs and glistening throat poised above him. The smile on Kyuhyun’s face was somewhere between threat and promise, and all his muscles seized, trying not to do what his brain screamed to do, to move fast, faster. But Kyuhyun was slow, and so, so tight. The way he gasped for air, the way his heart pounded, he wondered if he would make it. He was an athlete. He could run, but this... This...
They both moaned as Kyuhyun began to move, rocking them both into instant bliss.
He was desperate to help, but Kyuhyun would have none of it, bracing himself and staring at Zhou Mi through a flopping lock of hair, eyes desperate and dark, and the most sensual thing he had ever seen. He nudged with his hips, Kyuhyun’s eyes dropping half closed, and he wondered if it was retaliation that the pace quickened.
The end rose as he watched with glazed eyes, Kyuhyun’s head falling back, the whole focus of his body on Zhou Mi inside him and his blurred, stroking hand.
Kyuhyun’s moan broke, and Zhou Mi fell, his hand tight on Kyuhyun’s supporting wrist as they weathered the high.
He wasn’t particularly sure he could see any more, as he stared at the ceiling in utter, languishing defeat. But as Kyuhyun pushed up from being slumped on his chest, all hooded eyes as he reached for Zhou Mi’s face, he found he could, at least until everything blurred again as Kyuhyun’s tongue found a solid home in his mouth.
Not that he minded, giving as good as he got, his healthy hand’s fingers twining in Kyuhyun’s hair.
When Kyuhyun was satisfied, Zhou Mi was decidedly not, following Kyuhyun's body as he collapsed with a groan onto the mattress.
“I’ve needed that for months,” Kyuhyun said, lips tilted and arms stretched out in relaxation. It was all Zhou Mi could do to tear his eyes from the smooth skin of Kyuhyun’s chest, the dark nipples, and focus on his words.
“But you haven’t known me for months?” Zhou Mi pointed out. And it was only at Kyuhyun’s laugh that the actual meaning sank through. It wasn’t Zhou Mi he had needed for months, it was sex. And there was quite a bit of difference in that. “Oh. Oh.”
“You’re way too sweet,” Kyuhyun said, without condescension but still with an edge that made it just that far from a compliment. “Stay the night, and I’ll feed you in the morning.”
He wasn’t being kicked out at least. The gorgeous Kyuhyun with the wonderful laugh and strange attitude, at least would let him stay. He didn’t know if he should feel triumphant or scared. It was a crack in the wall he could just barely scrape through, and he had no idea what was on the other side.
***
Zhou Mi woke to a discreet knock on the door, opening a lazy eye to see Kyuhyun standing and tugging on a robe, covering all that naked skin. Air whistled out of him as he remembered last night, Kyuhyun moving above him. He snuck a glance at his watch to see if they had enough time...
A child’s cry had his heart leaping in shock, the blanket held to his chest like a life saving device. He blinked hard as Kyuhyun accepted a small, dress clad toddler from the woman who stood there, the door closing just as discreetly as Kyuhyun walked back.
“Daddy!” she squealed as Kyuhyun tossed her into the air a few inches.
Zhou Mi felt ice moving through his limbs. Daddy? Guests did not call men Daddy, which meant the child was...Kyuhyun’s. And if she were Kyuhyun’s, then...
“You’re married?” he choked out.
Kyuhyun glanced toward him, meandering to the bed nonchalantly as the little girl picked at his hair.
“I was, briefly. Before my father decided I should succeed his empire, he really wanted me to forget I liked men. She’s the best thing I got out of it.” Kyuhyun nuzzled the little girl’s cheek. “Aren’t you, baby?”
She giggled, snuggling closer.
“So...you’re raising her?” Zhou Mi asked, a little doubtful.
“My ex-wife tried the mother thing, and didn’t feel going at it alone was something she wanted, even with a nanny. She drops by every so often to make sure I’m not beating the kid. As a person, I liked her, as anything else, we obviously didn’t quite work.”
And from the smirk on Kyuhyun’s face, Zhou Mi knew exactly what he was talking about as the image of Kyuhyun moaning above him popped involuntarily again into his mind. Not like you and I did, Kyuhyun seemed to be saying.
“Bekfast?” the little girl said hopefully.
“I have to dress and then we can eat,” Kyuhyun told her. “You, stay here with Zhou Mi, and I’ll be ready in a minute, okay?”
Zhou Mi gaped as the child was lowered onto his chest, thankfully where the sheet and blanket covered all the way to his chin. He was uncomfortably aware that he was naked, and there was a child, and... With his bad arm...
“What if she falls off the bed? I couldn’t...!”
“Then keep a hold on her.”
Zhou Mi and the child considered each other after Kyuhyun disappeared to dress. She had a tiny, pixie’s face, dominated by large, dark eyes. Only one of the stamps her father had made. He could see the finest features of Kyuhyun on the little face, the wispy dark hair. She was the most adorable thing he thought he had ever seen, and really only part of that came because she was Kyuhyun’s child.
“My name is Zhou Mi,” he told her.
“Joo Mi,” she tried to repeat, and he grinned her. Close enough.
“How old are you?”
“Two,” she said, and leaned forward, seeming to be intent on touching his teeth.
“We think she’ll be a dentist,” Kyuhyun said from the foot of the bed. “She’s been fascinated by teeth since she could coordinate herself to lift a hand.”
“Pretty smile,” the girl announced.
Kyuhyun laughed. “He does have a pretty smile, doesn’t he?” he asked, and hoisted the child into his arms. “Let’s go see what Cook has for breakfast, okay?”
“Breakfast!”
“You’ll join us to eat?” Kyuhyun asked, staring down at him.
“I... Yes. I’ll dress quickly.”
“Good.” Kyuhyun cradled the child’s head into his shoulder, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to Zhou Mi’s mouth.
“We’ll see you there, then.”
Just being around the child seemed to soften Kyuhyun, to where he was more affectionate... If that kiss was any indication. He was frozen to the bed for a long moment. The sight of Kyuhyun and his precious little girl as they went laughing into the hall, enough to undo him.
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(9:04:41 PM) cityof1004: and wow slutty qmi, they move so fast >:3
(9:04:47 PM) cityof1004: i love that they can't resist each other
(9:05:02 PM) coleyjn: lol... yes... there isn't a lot of restraint here
(9:05:44 PM) cityof1004: as long as it's just for each other~
(9:06:22 PM) cityof1004: oh
(9:06:25 PM) cityof1004: oh kyu is so
(9:06:35 PM) cityof1004: sort of heartbreaking in a really hot way
(9:06:42 PM) cityof1004: cynical and
(9:06:42 PM) cityof1004: oh my
(9:08:33 PM) cityof1004: omg a chiiild
(9:08:41 PM) cityof1004: oh baaaaaabies oh kyu's past alskdgh
(9:08:49 PM) cityof1004: and his softening around her to the point of being affectionate
(9:08:54 PM) cityof1004: and zhou mi helpless for him already
(9:09:16 PM) cityof1004: my comment is basically going to consist of me going \o/ \o/ and c/ping this convo, haha
“I’ve needed that for months,” Kyuhyun said
“But you haven’t known me for months?” Zhou Mi pointed out. [...] “Oh. Oh.”
Broke my heart but oh god, so good. So excited for more, you have no idea. QMi pleases me so easily, I love them so and how you write them. ♥♥ \o/
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I really don't like my men cracked. :( Sorry Kyu.
But Zhou Mi will fix you right up.Broke my heart to write that line. :\ Sigh. Oh, Mi. But! Always the next chap...
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I loved every part of this! You might actually have me committing myself to reading a chaptered story! omg! lol
Oh and Kyu's daughter is quite possibly the cutest thing ever (ok...well...except for Henry Lau :P but cute still kekeke)
Can't wait for the next part!
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That's just cause Henry is too adorable for words. XD Kyu's child would have to be cute. <3 I'm going to keep trying for her, anyway~ :D
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Clever Zhoumi is love <3 see, they're perfect for eachother lol
“You’re a...a tease!”
No kidding Sherlock xD i mean, it's Cho Kyuhyun you're talking about...
Kyuhyun chuckled, the sound dark, low, and flooding straight into his groin. He wished he were joking, but the flood of heat couldn’t be denied. Kyuhyun’s skin was heated, fragrant, and he pressed his lips to as much of it as he could possibly reach. His jaw, his neck. And received a purr in return.
Gosh, your foreplay is da best ~ and this scene was D.E.L.I.C.I.O.U.S ~ i mean, can you imagine Kyu on your lap doing all that?! aslhashjalsdfjalsjkfdalakjfs x_________x
“I want you inside me.”
Oh boy...zhoumiyoufreakingluckybastard ;_________________;
The scene in the bedroom...i'd have to quote the whole stuff cuz HOMFG naughty!Kyu is the best thing eeeeeeeeeeever! Honestly i have no coherent comments about this part cuz idk that scene melted my brain .__.' loved it and i want more 8D please?
Kyu with a daughter? *________* i used to avoid this idea cuz children means het-sex and het-sex means no Qmi and no Qmi means no reason to live .__. but you make it sound sooooo freaking adorable! Kyu would make an adorable father <3
Ok already said too much...this was amazing <3 can't wait for more!!!!
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At least Mi won't be having to imagine it... Unlike us. lol. x.x
Mi gets all the fun, I'm telling you... I fully approve of naughty!Kyu. And there will be more. Oh yes. There will. Haha. *bad*
He would make an adorable father. <3 It seemed to work for this story, though I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. I try to balance it, so it's a facet and not a dominating thing, cause what we really want is Kyu and Mi. XD But the cute can't be stopped. Haha.
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I could go on about how much I liked this fic. Can't wait for more~ ♥
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Joo Mi... XD Wait for her next nickname for him. XD
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You're making me talk to my procreative parts again. :|
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Well, and I suppose someone has to make you. ... Yay, go me? XD;;;
...the crazy never ends.
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/sighs in contentment
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I had to give them a shot at a kidfic as boys, since I'd been handing out babies to everyone else. <3 *is weak to that* <3
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-“Joo Mi,” she tried to repeat, and he grinned her. Close enough.-
DADDY! KYU?!??!?!?!? WIIINNN!!!!!!!!!!!!1
AWESOME QMI?! WIIIINZ MORE!!!
THIS?????
LOOOOVE IT!
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And yeah~ I couldn't help giving them their own fic with a kid, lol. But still, mostly about them~ They're crazily addictive. I don't even know. XD
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and Mi is like... clueless and cute and asdfghjkl. no words.
adding a little Shihan? I LIKE. And! Kihae... gotta throw them in too. The baseball AU is why I love Kihae now.
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Really I just like the thought that Mi is weak to little girls. :| Which he and Siwon going goo goo over those kids in the interview totally proved, lol. XD
I know, I've been neglecting SiHan since "Air" finished... I'm still working on the prince fic though. XD KiHae will def pop in. XD XD
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And Kyu with a chiiillldddddddddd. And Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi, why are you so adorably slow and hot and ashdfkflgh you are hot for him already why are you like this ♥
And Kyuhyun with a child!! aqsdfghjklfgh my heart, my heart, my heart. i love him as a dad why.
Okay. Incoherent comment is incoherent, but I absolutely love how you write them.
And how are you back already? asdflkjhgh; ♥♥♥! You writing make me so happy ydek. ♥
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Zhou Mi is sneaky, and not acting like Kyu expects at all - maybe that is what attracts Kyu? ^^
Kyu's daughter is adorable!
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And Kyu with kids. Sigh. *terribly weak* <3
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“But you haven’t known me for months?” Zhou Mi pointed out.
Oh, Mi. This bit is just the right balance of adorable and slightly heartbreaking. ♥
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Mi is just so... So... I want to hug him forever. <3 How can Kyu resist?
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Kyu has a daughter! ahww...
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I'm so weak to kidfics. XD XD
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such a bossy!kyu, DO WANT.
and the baby!♥ totally unexpected!
this one will be epic win ♥
just like The Life I Live!
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I couldn't resist trying it like this! <3 Kyu and kids~
:) :)
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I saw the chapter this morning and I was like
"should wait until there's 3-4 chapters up.."
OBVIOUSLY I WAS LYING TO MYSELF. DDDDDDD: ♥♥♥
(Will reply to your PM as soon as I can ;A;)
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*cracks the whip on myself* Otherwise there'd be a terrible delay in chapters and that would be awful. _-_
And no worries. <3 Like I said, I'll be here, hehe~
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because the second one was just that good *___*
I like. I like I like I like i like I like. very much.
(...now I has a dilemma: kyumin or kyumi? D:)
my OTP is in jeopardy, but I want to finish this series l:
I want Kyu's baby!!take that however you wishoh ♥ why so precious?!
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sudden change in happy satisfied state to agdnekxnrdsbwgx
just hit me just then: zhoumi, super girl hair, baseball uniform.
mimi, baseball uniform. mimi, baseball uniform why now. why?!I'm not into these sports but I have ideas for their next album concept/promo shoots :3
eurgs this, zhoumi, you, the fic, kyuhyun ( idk dont make me choose) is unfairly sexy
fer sure.
TOO GOOD, SAVE ME D:
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You pwn me in the most ridiculously easy ways... it's almost pathetic how you can get me with this kind of stuff. XD
I love it. ♥
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Awww. <3 But, I'm glad. :D Hopefully will continue that way~
<3 Thank you~
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*READS MORE*
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