Kim Heechul was a pretty nice person.

        Now, most people received a pretty bad first impression of him. He couldn’t necessarily say he didn’t know why, but it still kind of hurt.

        He was often misunderstood as a diva, prima donna, stuck-up, haughty, y,  know-it-all, princess-like….well you get the point.

        But in all honesty, he wasn’t judged fairly. He was a wonderful friend, a person with a spectacular personality…that he preferred to keep hidden.

        I mean, honestly. Who was the person that was finally able to get Siwon to stop forcing everyone to go to church by hiding all of his bibles in…ungodly places. That’s right, Kim Heechul did.

         And who was the person that was able to get Han Geng to finally feed him something besides Beijing fried rice?
         What was that? You guessed right. Kim Heechul did.

         And here he was once again, coming to the rescue for another one of his unfortunate friends.

         As he waited outside Kyuhyun’s apartment building on the warm fall day, he tucked a strand of his jet black hair behind his ear. He leaned against the brick foundation and sighed, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for the latter.

         The poor boy was such a hot mess.

          Before he could ponder any longer and change his mind about what he was about to do, Heechul’s vision was lost and he felt two clammy hands slam themselves over his eyes.

          Not even bothering to play this game, he spoke coldly,” Kyuhyun, if you mess up my eyeliner I will kill you with absolutely no mercy.”

          Once his vision was returned he smirked, and spun to face his friend. Immediately, he frowned deeply, feeling the creases form in his forehead.

          “What is it hyung?” Kyuhyun asked innocently, his melodic voice completely contrasting whatever clothes he was wearing. If you could even call those clothes.

           Heechul eyed Kyuhyun up and down, not feeling a bit of doubt that what he was about to do was the right thing.

            He looked at Kyuhyun’s gelled, jet black hair and his tattered beige shirt that bore a skull and cross bones. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he was wearing about 8 hipster bracelets on each arm and wore skin tight black jeans that showed his knees.

            Finally, he wore thick black boots that look as though Ronald McDonald wore them. (A/N A.k.a 'U' era)

            Heechul repressed a shudder.

           Kyuhyun, I’m sorry. But this is for your own fashion terrorizing good.

A/N HEYO!

For those of my loyal readers: wuddup es (I kid, I kid)

For those who are new to me: wuddup es(I kid again, I have a sick humor OTL)

Anyway, I was listening to music and BOOM! the idea for this story came to my head

QMi is my OTP and I've always loved Zhou Mi's fashionista image, so I thought "Omq, what da , why did I not think of this before"

So, I'm going to be taking Kyuhyun's "fashion terrorist" image from all of S.M's fail outfits (I love them, but they make me giggle)

And this is my first fic, so please no one shoot me

Oh yeah, this is , so if you are uncomfortable with it, I do not give a rat's ♥

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