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[fic] Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi – SJM – Anyone can cook soup – probably even Kyuhyun – Oneshot
Title: Anyone can cook soup – probably even Kyuhyun
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fonulyn
Rating: PG13 (bad language?)
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kyuhyun does not cook. Except for a very, very good reason. He supposes that Zhou Mi counts as one. Also, Heechul is being a pain.
Comments:
I BLAMEapplesnapple412 (aka @kyukyumilktea) and that she tweeted this. I was sitting here completely prepared to do some schoolwork or work on one of the other seven fics I have unfinished but then suddenly all I could see in my mind was Kyuhyun in that stupid apron and omg ;___; no. Also Zhou Mi needs love and Kyuhyun gives him some, hur hur hur. Aka 1438 words of nonsense 8D Just… enjoy?
“No. I do not cook.”
Kyuhyun sounds stern and he definitely means it. He does not cook, not after he nearly burned down the whole kitchen and only Heechul’s quick reflexes and a fire extinguisher saved them all from a horrible death (“What the hell is that godawful smell, Kyuhyun? WHY IS THE PAN ON FIRE!?”). All except for the frying pan. Kyuhyun hadn’t even known that metal could bend into such interesting shapes and form modern art with some rice and vegetables. Or whatever he had put into that mix that ended up being The Most Horribly Failed Attempt to Cook. He could’ve made it to the Guinness book of world records with that, he is certain.
After that he hadn’t cooked. And no one had even asked him to. Unless one counts the time when he successfully opened the plastic wrapping from around a frozen pizza and shoved it into the oven. Though arguably it doesn’t really count. He would’ve burned the pizza even then had it not been for Henry, who coincidentally happened to notice the soon-to-be-burned food in the oven and salvaged it before it was too late.
Long story short, Kyuhyun does not cook. Not even when there is the world’s most brilliant puppy-dog look directed straight at him, sweet lips pursed to a pout and big clear eyes blinking, begging for him to say ‘yes’. Not even when a theatrical “aw buuut Kui Xian I’m sick!” is thrown at him – goddamn it! It should be illegal for a grown man to be so friggin’ adorable.
“That was a low blow!” Kyuhyun rolls his eyes and puffs out an irritated grunt. “Fine. What do you want.”
It also should be illegal for a single “Soup!” to sound so happy and cheery. Especially when Zhou Mi really is sick and sounds like he can’t really even breathe, much less properly eat.
Resigned to his fate, Kyuhyun wraps Zhou Mi into a thick blanket and orders him to stay on the couch, before vanishing into the kitchen.
--
“What is going on here?” Heechul looks suspicious as he walks in, eyeing the human spring roll on the couch. “Who is making all that noise in the kitchen?” No one should even be here right now to his knowledge, well except for him and Zhou Mi and neither of them is doing the cooking, obviously.
“I’m sick,” Zhou Mi announces theatrically, like it’s big news considering how his nose is fiery red and his whole face is flushed, not to mention his voice sounding like a mixture between a creaking door and someone pretending to be sick in a bad romantic comedy. “I didn’t want to be alone so Kui Xian told me to come over and – ”
“No shit, Sherlock. I can see you’re sick and okay Kyuhyun asked you over, but – ”
“Oh he didn’t really ask me over. It was more like ‘Zhou Mi if you show your gangly limbs here and try to make me sick too I’m going to throw you out of the window’ but he took some time off and I knew he meant it as ‘please come over I want to take care of you’ so I – ”
“Fine.” Heechul rolls his eyes and cuts off the feverish babbling with a hand gesture (it was getting quite headache-inducing to try and decipher that gibberish anyway), although it is getting increasingly more difficult to hold back his grin. Oh he has such a good taste in friends. Plus he’s trained his Seasoning well. “So you came here to be pampered. But what is Kyuhyun doing? Getting you ice cream?” That would be the only logical reason why he’d be in the kitchen.
“Oh he is making me soup!” Zhou Mi’s eyes look a bit clearer at that, and for a second he doesn’t look sick at all, only happy. Until he has to blow his nose (with such a big nose it’s a wonder one tissue is enough) and that completely ruins the picture.
“You do know that is kind of disgusting, you could warn me beforehand,” Heechul starts, pulling a face as he theatrically covers his eyes with his hand. Only to snap his attention right back at Zhou Mi the next second. “He is doing what? Don’t tell me you let him in the kitchen!”
The sheepish smile Zhou Mi gives him is plenty enough of an answer.
--
Eventually Heechul decides that as long as he keeps the fire extinguisher close enough at hand there won’t be any real danger. Besides it’s way too much fun to force Kyuhyun into a frilly, flowery apron and watch him grumble and bitch and moan about it. Zhou Mi is surprised – but not any less thrilled – that it even works out but Heechul just waves him off with a smug grin and a “I have my ways, Seasoning, I can blackmail anyone to anything.”
Heechul also insists that Zhou Mi shouldn’t miss the show and makes Kyuhyun help him so they can drag a comfortable armchair into the small kitchen. Finally everything is set, Zhou Mi smiling happily from his armchair, still wrapped in the blankets so that one can only see his face from the cocoon. Heechul is sitting on the counter, swaying his legs as he enjoys taking stabs at their ChefKyu, ruthlessly mocking him for every little mistake he makes.
“You know, Chul, you could actually help me instead of watching me screw this up,” Kyuhyun bursts out at one point, a large wooden spoon in one hand and the other placed on his hip as he does his best impression of a frustrated housewife. The soup is nearly boiling over and he notices it with a loud yelp, spinning around to quickly try to stir it, salvage it, anything to keep it edible.
“Oh, that wouldn’t be even half as much fun!” Heechul explains, raising his phone to snap a picture.
Zhou Mi giggles. “You should blog that.”
Kyuhyun rolls his eyes.
--
It takes hours for the food to be done and by the time Kyuhyun finally lifts the pot on the table they’ve had half a dozen curious watchers stop by in the kitchen. The reactions varied from Ryeowook’s worried “Make sure he won’t ruin the kitchen. Or kill himself.” (“Oh geez thank you for being more concerned about the kitchen than me.” “Shut up Kyuhyun.”) to Donghae’s excited “Can I taste it too?” (“You’re out of your mind.” “Shut up Heechul.”) to Siwon’s “I can’t watch this.” (“Get on your knees and pray it all goes well.” “Shut up Heechul.”)
Heechul tries to get to taste it first but Kyuhyun elbows him away, more or less elegantly stepping on his way to stand protectively between the soup and his friend. Or once-a-friend anyway, he’s not quite sure if he will ever forgive him the apron. Not in this life.
“Zhou Mi is the one who’s sick.” Kyuhyun looks at Heechul pointedly. “Being sick in the head doesn’t count.”
“Ha ha. Very funny.” Heechul rolls his eyes but steps back anyway, heaving himself on the kitchen counter on his new favourite spot.
Kyuhyun pointedly avoids looking at Zhou Mi as he fills a bowl with some soup and hands it to him. Or tries to, until he realizes that Zhou Mi’s arms and hands are effectively wrapped into the blankets as well and he can’t move an inch.
“Fine,” he sighs. The eyeroll is clear for everyone, but Kyuhyun manages to hide the smile that stubbornly appears on his lips. He is thankful that no one can see the little flip his heart does in his chest. “I’ll help.” He lifts the spoon, carefully blowing on it before bringing it to Zhou Mi’s still smiling lips.
--
It tastes like charcoal mixed with all kinds of gross. Zhou Mi loves it anyway.
He says that out loud when Kyuhyun tucks him into bed – Kyuhyun’s bed; he stubbornly insisted that Zhou Mi was too sick to go home anyway and it wasn’t the first time he’d have to sleep in the same bed with all those gangly legs. (Zhou Mi thinks that makes him sound like an octopus, although he doesn’t have more legs than any human being. Kyuhyun tells him his legs are long enough to count double.)
Kyuhyun tells him to shut up. But he gets in bed right next to his human spring roll anyway, wordlessly sneaking an arm around him.
When Zhou Mi asks him to make more soup tomorrow, he grunts.
It’s a definite yes.
Zhou Mi smiles.
---
I apologize for the fail D8 I just wrote it in one go and I don’t have enough brain activity to judge if it’s decent anymore.
...I have nothing more to say ;_____; ChefKyu ♥
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EDITED TO ADD; OMG I JUST BURNED TWO SLICES OF TOAST IN THE KITCHEN AND NOW THE WHOLE KITCHEN IS FULL OF BLACK SMOKE AND THE FIREALARM IS GOING BEEPBEEPBEEP MADLY AND WOKE UP MY FATHER AND I'M TRYING TO GET RID OF THE SMOKE.
I think this is a punishment for making fun of Kyuhyun's cooking D: I'M SORRY KYUBB. I AM!
Author:
fonulynRating: PG13 (bad language?)
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kyuhyun does not cook. Except for a very, very good reason. He supposes that Zhou Mi counts as one. Also, Heechul is being a pain.
Comments:
I BLAME
applesnapple412 (aka @kyukyumilktea) and that she tweeted this. I was sitting here completely prepared to do some schoolwork or work on one of the other seven fics I have unfinished but then suddenly all I could see in my mind was Kyuhyun in that stupid apron and omg ;___; no. Also Zhou Mi needs love and Kyuhyun gives him some, hur hur hur. Aka 1438 words of nonsense 8D Just… enjoy?“No. I do not cook.”
Kyuhyun sounds stern and he definitely means it. He does not cook, not after he nearly burned down the whole kitchen and only Heechul’s quick reflexes and a fire extinguisher saved them all from a horrible death (“What the hell is that godawful smell, Kyuhyun? WHY IS THE PAN ON FIRE!?”). All except for the frying pan. Kyuhyun hadn’t even known that metal could bend into such interesting shapes and form modern art with some rice and vegetables. Or whatever he had put into that mix that ended up being The Most Horribly Failed Attempt to Cook. He could’ve made it to the Guinness book of world records with that, he is certain.
After that he hadn’t cooked. And no one had even asked him to. Unless one counts the time when he successfully opened the plastic wrapping from around a frozen pizza and shoved it into the oven. Though arguably it doesn’t really count. He would’ve burned the pizza even then had it not been for Henry, who coincidentally happened to notice the soon-to-be-burned food in the oven and salvaged it before it was too late.
Long story short, Kyuhyun does not cook. Not even when there is the world’s most brilliant puppy-dog look directed straight at him, sweet lips pursed to a pout and big clear eyes blinking, begging for him to say ‘yes’. Not even when a theatrical “aw buuut Kui Xian I’m sick!” is thrown at him – goddamn it! It should be illegal for a grown man to be so friggin’ adorable.
“That was a low blow!” Kyuhyun rolls his eyes and puffs out an irritated grunt. “Fine. What do you want.”
It also should be illegal for a single “Soup!” to sound so happy and cheery. Especially when Zhou Mi really is sick and sounds like he can’t really even breathe, much less properly eat.
Resigned to his fate, Kyuhyun wraps Zhou Mi into a thick blanket and orders him to stay on the couch, before vanishing into the kitchen.
“What is going on here?” Heechul looks suspicious as he walks in, eyeing the human spring roll on the couch. “Who is making all that noise in the kitchen?” No one should even be here right now to his knowledge, well except for him and Zhou Mi and neither of them is doing the cooking, obviously.
“I’m sick,” Zhou Mi announces theatrically, like it’s big news considering how his nose is fiery red and his whole face is flushed, not to mention his voice sounding like a mixture between a creaking door and someone pretending to be sick in a bad romantic comedy. “I didn’t want to be alone so Kui Xian told me to come over and – ”
“No shit, Sherlock. I can see you’re sick and okay Kyuhyun asked you over, but – ”
“Oh he didn’t really ask me over. It was more like ‘Zhou Mi if you show your gangly limbs here and try to make me sick too I’m going to throw you out of the window’ but he took some time off and I knew he meant it as ‘please come over I want to take care of you’ so I – ”
“Fine.” Heechul rolls his eyes and cuts off the feverish babbling with a hand gesture (it was getting quite headache-inducing to try and decipher that gibberish anyway), although it is getting increasingly more difficult to hold back his grin. Oh he has such a good taste in friends. Plus he’s trained his Seasoning well. “So you came here to be pampered. But what is Kyuhyun doing? Getting you ice cream?” That would be the only logical reason why he’d be in the kitchen.
“Oh he is making me soup!” Zhou Mi’s eyes look a bit clearer at that, and for a second he doesn’t look sick at all, only happy. Until he has to blow his nose (with such a big nose it’s a wonder one tissue is enough) and that completely ruins the picture.
“You do know that is kind of disgusting, you could warn me beforehand,” Heechul starts, pulling a face as he theatrically covers his eyes with his hand. Only to snap his attention right back at Zhou Mi the next second. “He is doing what? Don’t tell me you let him in the kitchen!”
The sheepish smile Zhou Mi gives him is plenty enough of an answer.
Eventually Heechul decides that as long as he keeps the fire extinguisher close enough at hand there won’t be any real danger. Besides it’s way too much fun to force Kyuhyun into a frilly, flowery apron and watch him grumble and bitch and moan about it. Zhou Mi is surprised – but not any less thrilled – that it even works out but Heechul just waves him off with a smug grin and a “I have my ways, Seasoning, I can blackmail anyone to anything.”
Heechul also insists that Zhou Mi shouldn’t miss the show and makes Kyuhyun help him so they can drag a comfortable armchair into the small kitchen. Finally everything is set, Zhou Mi smiling happily from his armchair, still wrapped in the blankets so that one can only see his face from the cocoon. Heechul is sitting on the counter, swaying his legs as he enjoys taking stabs at their ChefKyu, ruthlessly mocking him for every little mistake he makes.
“You know, Chul, you could actually help me instead of watching me screw this up,” Kyuhyun bursts out at one point, a large wooden spoon in one hand and the other placed on his hip as he does his best impression of a frustrated housewife. The soup is nearly boiling over and he notices it with a loud yelp, spinning around to quickly try to stir it, salvage it, anything to keep it edible.
“Oh, that wouldn’t be even half as much fun!” Heechul explains, raising his phone to snap a picture.
Zhou Mi giggles. “You should blog that.”
Kyuhyun rolls his eyes.
It takes hours for the food to be done and by the time Kyuhyun finally lifts the pot on the table they’ve had half a dozen curious watchers stop by in the kitchen. The reactions varied from Ryeowook’s worried “Make sure he won’t ruin the kitchen. Or kill himself.” (“Oh geez thank you for being more concerned about the kitchen than me.” “Shut up Kyuhyun.”) to Donghae’s excited “Can I taste it too?” (“You’re out of your mind.” “Shut up Heechul.”) to Siwon’s “I can’t watch this.” (“Get on your knees and pray it all goes well.” “Shut up Heechul.”)
Heechul tries to get to taste it first but Kyuhyun elbows him away, more or less elegantly stepping on his way to stand protectively between the soup and his friend. Or once-a-friend anyway, he’s not quite sure if he will ever forgive him the apron. Not in this life.
“Zhou Mi is the one who’s sick.” Kyuhyun looks at Heechul pointedly. “Being sick in the head doesn’t count.”
“Ha ha. Very funny.” Heechul rolls his eyes but steps back anyway, heaving himself on the kitchen counter on his new favourite spot.
Kyuhyun pointedly avoids looking at Zhou Mi as he fills a bowl with some soup and hands it to him. Or tries to, until he realizes that Zhou Mi’s arms and hands are effectively wrapped into the blankets as well and he can’t move an inch.
“Fine,” he sighs. The eyeroll is clear for everyone, but Kyuhyun manages to hide the smile that stubbornly appears on his lips. He is thankful that no one can see the little flip his heart does in his chest. “I’ll help.” He lifts the spoon, carefully blowing on it before bringing it to Zhou Mi’s still smiling lips.
It tastes like charcoal mixed with all kinds of gross. Zhou Mi loves it anyway.
He says that out loud when Kyuhyun tucks him into bed – Kyuhyun’s bed; he stubbornly insisted that Zhou Mi was too sick to go home anyway and it wasn’t the first time he’d have to sleep in the same bed with all those gangly legs. (Zhou Mi thinks that makes him sound like an octopus, although he doesn’t have more legs than any human being. Kyuhyun tells him his legs are long enough to count double.)
Kyuhyun tells him to shut up. But he gets in bed right next to his human spring roll anyway, wordlessly sneaking an arm around him.
When Zhou Mi asks him to make more soup tomorrow, he grunts.
It’s a definite yes.
Zhou Mi smiles.
---
I apologize for the fail D8 I just wrote it in one go and I don’t have enough brain activity to judge if it’s decent anymore.
...I have nothing more to say ;_____; ChefKyu ♥
Feel free to add our journal if you like the stories! Plus, the archive.
EDITED TO ADD; OMG I JUST BURNED TWO SLICES OF TOAST IN THE KITCHEN AND NOW THE WHOLE KITCHEN IS FULL OF BLACK SMOKE AND THE FIREALARM IS GOING BEEPBEEPBEEP MADLY AND WOKE UP MY FATHER AND I'M TRYING TO GET RID OF THE SMOKE.
I think this is a punishment for making fun of Kyuhyun's cooking D: I'M SORRY KYUBB. I AM!
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I have a list like that too! XD haha there are TOO MANY countries to visit and TOO LITTLE time! And money. And yeah. But traveling is fun! I WAS WORKING ON THE SHOWERPORN A BIT TODAY! It's still not even nearly finished but I've got three pages of it x)
Sure! :) Just if you stumble across a REALLY AMAZING one, let me know ;D I'm curious and I'm sure the two make a really cute couple! haha and yes they do XD THEY ALWAYS GET ALL TOUCHY WITH EACH OTHER. It's entertaining to watch and always makes me giggle XD heh in my other fandom, my two favorite pairs kind of overlap like that x) But one is always more special than the other.
I have nothing against tennis so maybe it'd be worth a try XD
I still do kind of like it, but Sihan is just so... I dunno, they're so damn adorable together XD But I can go with both. And I kind of promised to write a Hanchul for a friend once so we'll see how it turns out x) AND YOU SHOULD. YOU SHOULD. I wanna read a sj fic from you ;____;
OH I CAN THINK OF SEVERAL NICE THINGS INCLUDING KYUHYUN, ZHOU MI AND MIMI'S LONG LEGS BUT THAT IS DEFINITELY NUMBER ONE 8D ...WHY AM I AGAIN DYING FROM ALL THESE DIRTY THOUGHTS!?♥
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lol true! it'd be really nice to tour around the world without worrying so much about the amount of money you'll be spending. XDD WHAT OMG YOU HAVE TO FINISH IT SOOOOON~
and leave me a spot once you post it! orzoh i think i read one very good eunhae (with a bit of kihae at the end) fic last week. i just have to search for it at this comm's rec post though. i'll send you the link if ever i find it again. ^^ yes, they do make a cute couple! they're kind of bestfriends irl so i think they're quite comfortable doing all that touching, hugging, holding hdgasjdgak ♥
lol it's really a fun watch! i was kind of inspired by that anime to try playing tennis irl. XDD
hanchul's adorable BUT SIHAN IS SERIOUSLY LOVELIER AND MORE ADORABLE. <333 yep, i'm trying to write one rn unnie, but i'm kind of experiencing a major writer's block and i keep on worrying about butchering their characterizations dhkjsahfkas i don't want them butchered no no no /sobs. wish me luck~
i need lots and lots of them if you want this finished sobs ;~;LOL I DON'T THINK I CAN EVER LOOK AT MIMI'S LEGS THE SAME WAY AGAIN. THOSE DIRRRRTY THOUGHTS ARE POLLUTING MY MIND OMG WHY YOU BE LIKE THIS UNNIE. XDDDno subject
I want to be a millionaire x) I do. I'M TRYINGGGGG~ BUT I GET STUCK REVISING THE ACTUAL PORN PART AND I STILL DON'T HAVE A BEGINNING FOR THE FIC XDDD
a spot, you say? aye, ma'am, if you want one you shall have one 8DNow that Eunhyuk will be in SJM too, maybe there'll be more moments with the two of them that'll inspire people to write fic ;) At least hopefully! And thanks :D My gosh I love all that hugging and touching and yeah x)
So you play tennis? I only watch it on TV occasionally XD
*SENDS YOU TONS OF LUCK* Oh shush, I'm sure you won't butcher the characterizations! You'll get them down just fine ;D And I shall be poking you to finish it ;)
I'M SORRY! (EXCEPT I'M NOT 8D) I CAN'T HELP IT, IT'S JUST SO OBVIOUSSSS~ ...now I kinda wanna write another porn!fic and include that XD