05x - Broken Mirror
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sapphoatsunsetTitle: Broken Mirror
Author:beililee
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: arrogance, violence, smut!
Word Count: 833
Author:
beililee Rating: NC-17
Warnings: arrogance, violence, smut!
Word Count: 833
So he finally got to meet another person that many people thought he resembled. He didn’t quite agree. By quite, he meant not at all. He did not look in any way, shape, or form like this Brunei-born Taiwanese pop idol.
No.
Zhou Mi did not look like Wu Zun. The Wu Zun. Fei Lun Hai’s Wu Zun that made girls everywhere swoon.
He didn’t get it. The latter looked like a buffoon.
He, himself, did not look like a buffoon; he was sure of this.
Absolutely, one hundred percent, no doubt about it sure.
It wasn’t like when he had seen Siwon for the first time, and, even if he only admitted this to himself, felt like he was looking in a mirror, the reflection just as beautiful as he presumed himself to be.
No. This was horror. Horror because girls everywhere, guys too, even his own bandmates, thought he looked like this dork.
There was no denying that the dork was in amazing shape. But, dammit! He owned a fitness center for God’s sake! If he wasn’t in shape, that would have been bad for business.
And, personally, he thought there was nothing attractive about a dorky girly face paired with a buff man’s body. It was just odd. Qiguai. Disturbing.
And he could have continued in this vein of denial. Really, he could have had he not had the guts to say to the other’s face, “I really don’t see the similarity. Wo hen shuai. Ni bu shuai. I’m gorgeous and you’re not.”
And there went his mouth again, making things difficult for him. Somebody should tape it shut someday, and save him from his self-induced misery.
---~~~---
Zun couldn’t believe what his ears were hearing. This quack was not seriously claiming that The Wu Goh Kiat Zun was fuggly, was he?
He must have absolutely nothing upstairs!
Zun would have shaken it off, but after an hour of such attacks he was past his normal passive calm, beyond past it; he was furious, beyond furious. Someone was going to have to teach that quack a thing or two.
Bursting into the SJM dressing room after the taping, he screamed “Out! Everyone out! Zhou Mi stay!”
Shock coursed through the room, a shock that prompted obedience.
Closing the door behind the last of the SJM members, he whirled around, marched up to Zhou Mi, and barked out a “just who in fucking hell do you think you fucking are?”
A haughty look crossed Zhou Mi’s features. “Wo jiao Zhou Mi. I am Zhou Mi, China #1 sexy man. Ni shi shei? How are you?” He had grown so accustomed to repeating himself in multiple languages, and had Zun been in a better mood, he would have been amused by this.
Unfortunately it only added fuel to the fire.
A crash resounded through the room as Zun used his martial arts skills on the mirror behind them, effectively shattering it. He ignored the shards of mirror embedded in his knuckles and the blood that flowed.
It was better to hit the mirror than to hit the infuriating man before him.
“What the fuck did you do that for?”
“Would you rather I hit your face?”
“No… but…”
“But nothing! Now look in the unbroken mirror across the room. It is true that we don’t look like each other, because I am way hotter.”
Mi was shocked that the other thought so; it was obvious his thinking was flawed.
“Qishi, actually I, Zhou Mi, am hotter. Hence my title. Duh!”
That was it. Zun had had it. Frustration must be let out somehow. He grabbed Zhou Mi by the collar and dragged him forward, roughly pressing his lips to the other’s.
Shock. Mi’s mind was full of it, but it was swiftly replaced with pleasure as he felt a tongue snake out and trace the curve of his bottom lip. He moaned, unable to contain it, and reached a hand out to sneak under Zun’s shirt, impressed, and turned on by the muscles he felt there.
Zun took off his shirt and helped Mi out of his, humming appreciation at the sight that greeted him. Surprisingly, a blush colored Mi’s features and he hid his face in the crook of the other’s neck under the pretense of kissing and nibbling.
Zun mentally chuckled at the younger’s reaction, and ducked his head to play with his nipples, using tongue and teeth to drag out a moan, so melodic.
The younger returned the favor, using fingers, pinches and strokes, instead.
Soon moans filled the room, echoed into the hall, and the rest of SJM breathed a collective sigh of relief at the sounds. Not that they were eavesdropping, mind you!
Lying on the floor, they made like the most wonderful number ever, each sucking and licking, and moaning around the other, until they were sated.
“Okay. I’ll admit it. You’re hott too, and I just wanted to fuck you.”
The older just smiled.
No.
Zhou Mi did not look like Wu Zun. The Wu Zun. Fei Lun Hai’s Wu Zun that made girls everywhere swoon.
He didn’t get it. The latter looked like a buffoon.
He, himself, did not look like a buffoon; he was sure of this.
Absolutely, one hundred percent, no doubt about it sure.
It wasn’t like when he had seen Siwon for the first time, and, even if he only admitted this to himself, felt like he was looking in a mirror, the reflection just as beautiful as he presumed himself to be.
No. This was horror. Horror because girls everywhere, guys too, even his own bandmates, thought he looked like this dork.
There was no denying that the dork was in amazing shape. But, dammit! He owned a fitness center for God’s sake! If he wasn’t in shape, that would have been bad for business.
And, personally, he thought there was nothing attractive about a dorky girly face paired with a buff man’s body. It was just odd. Qiguai. Disturbing.
And he could have continued in this vein of denial. Really, he could have had he not had the guts to say to the other’s face, “I really don’t see the similarity. Wo hen shuai. Ni bu shuai. I’m gorgeous and you’re not.”
And there went his mouth again, making things difficult for him. Somebody should tape it shut someday, and save him from his self-induced misery.
---~~~---
Zun couldn’t believe what his ears were hearing. This quack was not seriously claiming that The Wu Goh Kiat Zun was fuggly, was he?
He must have absolutely nothing upstairs!
Zun would have shaken it off, but after an hour of such attacks he was past his normal passive calm, beyond past it; he was furious, beyond furious. Someone was going to have to teach that quack a thing or two.
Bursting into the SJM dressing room after the taping, he screamed “Out! Everyone out! Zhou Mi stay!”
Shock coursed through the room, a shock that prompted obedience.
Closing the door behind the last of the SJM members, he whirled around, marched up to Zhou Mi, and barked out a “just who in fucking hell do you think you fucking are?”
A haughty look crossed Zhou Mi’s features. “Wo jiao Zhou Mi. I am Zhou Mi, China #1 sexy man. Ni shi shei? How are you?” He had grown so accustomed to repeating himself in multiple languages, and had Zun been in a better mood, he would have been amused by this.
Unfortunately it only added fuel to the fire.
A crash resounded through the room as Zun used his martial arts skills on the mirror behind them, effectively shattering it. He ignored the shards of mirror embedded in his knuckles and the blood that flowed.
It was better to hit the mirror than to hit the infuriating man before him.
“What the fuck did you do that for?”
“Would you rather I hit your face?”
“No… but…”
“But nothing! Now look in the unbroken mirror across the room. It is true that we don’t look like each other, because I am way hotter.”
Mi was shocked that the other thought so; it was obvious his thinking was flawed.
“Qishi, actually I, Zhou Mi, am hotter. Hence my title. Duh!”
That was it. Zun had had it. Frustration must be let out somehow. He grabbed Zhou Mi by the collar and dragged him forward, roughly pressing his lips to the other’s.
Shock. Mi’s mind was full of it, but it was swiftly replaced with pleasure as he felt a tongue snake out and trace the curve of his bottom lip. He moaned, unable to contain it, and reached a hand out to sneak under Zun’s shirt, impressed, and turned on by the muscles he felt there.
Zun took off his shirt and helped Mi out of his, humming appreciation at the sight that greeted him. Surprisingly, a blush colored Mi’s features and he hid his face in the crook of the other’s neck under the pretense of kissing and nibbling.
Zun mentally chuckled at the younger’s reaction, and ducked his head to play with his nipples, using tongue and teeth to drag out a moan, so melodic.
The younger returned the favor, using fingers, pinches and strokes, instead.
Soon moans filled the room, echoed into the hall, and the rest of SJM breathed a collective sigh of relief at the sounds. Not that they were eavesdropping, mind you!
Lying on the floor, they made like the most wonderful number ever, each sucking and licking, and moaning around the other, until they were sated.
“Okay. I’ll admit it. You’re hott too, and I just wanted to fuck you.”
The older just smiled.
