And knowing we are not alone in fear
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likealarkKyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Zhou Mi gives a small shriek when he feels icy fingers creep under his sweater and up his sides. He jumps and bounces off of Kyuhyun at his back, twisting away from the warm mouth that laughs into his ear.
"You're a pest," he grumbles, wincing as Kyuhyun's hands curl around his stomach to link just above his bellybutton. Kyuhyun tucks his chin over Zhou Mi's shoulder, looking down at the pot he's stirring.
"Stew?" he asks.
"You don't get any," Zhou Mi says. "That's your penalty."
"How about I make it up to you later," Kyuhyun says, probably trying for "seductive" and landing somewhere in the vicinity of "skeevy old man" instead. His voice tickles Zhou Mi's ear terribly, and suddenly Zhou Mi can't take it any more. He drops the spoon into the pot with a clatter, spinning and planting both of his hands against Kyuhyun's chest.
"Out of the kitchen!" he says, but his strident tone is ruined by how much he's laughing. "Out, get out, right now."
Kyuhyun lets himself be pushed to the door one backwards step at a time, pouting in Zhou Mi's face the whole time. "But what am I going to do without you," he says. Irrational fondness blooms in Zhou Mi's chest.
"Play a game."
"What am I going to do without you," Kyuhyun repeats, his socked feet over the doorjamb, and Zhou Mi stops pushing. When hands sneak under his too-big sweater again, he doesn't comment.
"I'll be back soon," he says. He drops a kiss onto Kyuhyun's soft hair. "My schedule isn't that bad this time."
Kyuhyun is looking at the floor, and with a sigh Zhou Mi gathers him up into a hug. "Dinner will be ready soon," he says. "I'll call you."
"All right," Kyuhyun says after a moment, and only then does Zhou Mi let go.
He can stil feel the after-sensation of Kyuhyun's cold fingers when he returns to the pot. He smiles, then picks up the spoon again.
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Zhou Mi gives a small shriek when he feels icy fingers creep under his sweater and up his sides. He jumps and bounces off of Kyuhyun at his back, twisting away from the warm mouth that laughs into his ear.
"You're a pest," he grumbles, wincing as Kyuhyun's hands curl around his stomach to link just above his bellybutton. Kyuhyun tucks his chin over Zhou Mi's shoulder, looking down at the pot he's stirring.
"Stew?" he asks.
"You don't get any," Zhou Mi says. "That's your penalty."
"How about I make it up to you later," Kyuhyun says, probably trying for "seductive" and landing somewhere in the vicinity of "skeevy old man" instead. His voice tickles Zhou Mi's ear terribly, and suddenly Zhou Mi can't take it any more. He drops the spoon into the pot with a clatter, spinning and planting both of his hands against Kyuhyun's chest.
"Out of the kitchen!" he says, but his strident tone is ruined by how much he's laughing. "Out, get out, right now."
Kyuhyun lets himself be pushed to the door one backwards step at a time, pouting in Zhou Mi's face the whole time. "But what am I going to do without you," he says. Irrational fondness blooms in Zhou Mi's chest.
"Play a game."
"What am I going to do without you," Kyuhyun repeats, his socked feet over the doorjamb, and Zhou Mi stops pushing. When hands sneak under his too-big sweater again, he doesn't comment.
"I'll be back soon," he says. He drops a kiss onto Kyuhyun's soft hair. "My schedule isn't that bad this time."
Kyuhyun is looking at the floor, and with a sigh Zhou Mi gathers him up into a hug. "Dinner will be ready soon," he says. "I'll call you."
"All right," Kyuhyun says after a moment, and only then does Zhou Mi let go.
He can stil feel the after-sensation of Kyuhyun's cold fingers when he returns to the pot. He smiles, then picks up the spoon again.
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