"Blankets"
Title: Blankets
Rating: PG, fluff, slight crack.
Fandom: F.Cuz
Pairing: KanU, JinJun if you’re looking for it.
Summary: A sudden shift in the weather leaves the boys once busy schedule now non-existent. As pretty as the fallen snow is, Kan finds his eyes drawn to something else.
Notes: First F.Cuz fanfiction and the main pairing isn’t even my OTP LOL. We got lots of snow where I live, so I suppose that was the inspiration for this :] I hope this turned out okay, and I hope you all like it. To my watchers that I'm pretty sure only stalk me for my SHINee fics, I'm sorry for my slow-ness OTL I have started the next chapter of "My Beautiful One" I just... need to finish it. For now, enjoy F.Cuz. If you aren't familiar with them, you should be D:
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There weren’t many days where the quartet simply got to lounge around and do nothing, especially with recent promotions. However, through some act of God or a bad joke by Mother Nature, a huge dump of snow had all but trapped the members of F.Cuz in their humble dorm. Needless to say, it kind of made getting from place to place and keeping a schedule pretty damn hard. Jinon was fairly sure that his ear was bleeding after the abuse it took through the phone, but the rage had only lasted a few minutes before their manager hung up and set to rescheduling their plans. The leader gingerly rubbed his assaulted ear, tossing his cellphone onto the table before shuffling back to bed, since it wasn’t even 7am yet. Their manager wasn’t a mean person at all actually; just stressed, and that was completely understandable.
“… hyung?” the voice was weak and heavy with sleep. Yejun, likely roused by the absence of Jinon beside him than any overheard conversation, blinked slowly at the leaders approaching figure. There was a chance that the maknae was going to add onto his speech, but Jinon’s fingers simply slid through his hair, the strong hand coming to rest on his shoulder to lead him silently back to the bedroom. It was way too early to try and have any kind of coherent babble - not that either of them were awake enough for it to begin with. Without another word, both singers made themselves comfortable on the mattress and happily slept for another four hours.
- - -
“Are you serious?!” Kan wasn’t sure how he’d managed to stay asleep so long, but the sound of their lead vocalist squealing in excitement was enough to finally rouse him from his comatose state. He sat up, staring at the wall directly in front of him. The rappers head lulled to one side as he admired the beauty of the wall, absent of any decorations whatsoever. The color wasn’t anything special… Hell, it wasn’t even painted that well. Kan had more or less just fallen asleep with his eyes open, but the sudden clatter of dishes caused him to jump out of his eerie slumber. He blinked a few times, a sudden sense of foreboding enveloping his body, telling him - screaming at him to get out of bed before it was too late.
So he rolled over.
“Kan! KAN!” The door flung open, nearly knocked off its hinges by an overly ecstatic Seonghyun. The youth seemed to defy gravity as he leapt from the doorway, onto the mattress in the area where Kan usually slept; it was even still warm “Hey! Get up! Ge-... Oh.” After slapping the wad of sheets and pillow mistaken for the younger rapper, LeeU blinked, redirecting his vision and staring at a groggy, albeit slightly baffled Younghak. “… Why are you on my side of the bed?”
“Good morning hyung.” LeeU arched a brow, and he could feel his nose start to wrinkle disapprovingly at the blatant disregard of his question. However, LeeU just didn’t seem to have it in himself to stay mad at the younger male, let alone even get there. Through honey thighs and naturally masculine features, there was something about Kan that was just… innocent. Maybe it was his cheerful attitude towards things, and the way he was smiling like it was the most beautiful day of his life may have had something to do with it as well. Ultimately, LeeU ended up returning the grin.
“Guess what!”
“Oooh…,” LeeU had just made a very critical mistake: he’d asked Kan to think. “Jinon-hyung made breakfast?”
“N- well… yeah, but-”
“And it’s not burnt?” Finally having a firmer grip on reality, Kan’s sleepiness began to leave him. He rubbed his eyes, throwing the sheets off of his body and onto the sprawled out LeeU, who was quickly lost beneath the folds. The smaller of the two flailed, desperately trying to untangle himself from his fleece prison. A muffled ‘not that either!’ could just barely be heard before an ill-timed twist knocked the vocalist off of the bed. “And there’s still some left?” The excitement in Kan’s voice had obviously grown, popping about an octave higher than it usually was. Any desire to sleep for another chunk of time was lost at the thought of food, and the teen nearly skipped out of the room, leaving his hyung alone in his snuggly cage.
“KAN!”
LeeU’s pleas for help - actually, they were empty threats and words not suitable for children to hear - fell on deaf ears the moment the smell of freshly made pancakes filtered through the rappers nostrils. “Good morning!” He was expecting two voices to return the greeting, but only Jinon’s was heard, their leader sitting at the table, eating his breakfast and jotting something down in a small notebook. Briefly, he was reminded of his days back in early grade school, where the teacher would make him sit after school and write ‘I will not pour glitter into the principals coffee mug, no matter how pretty it looks’ one hundred times, give or take a few lines depending on how much he poured in. “Where’s Yejun?”
“Outside,” silence. Silence was only nice when they were trying to sleep. Otherwise it meant that one of the gears in Kan’s head got stuck, and if it wasn’t dislodged soon he was going to get cranky. The eldest looked up, setting his pen down and beaming proudly at his elaborate stick-figure artwork. “LeeU didn’t tell you?” Kan shook his head, resulting in a chuckle from the older rapper and him nodding his head towards the shaded window, a smile playing on that handsome face. “Go take a look.” And he did just that, parting the blinds between his fingers and peeking between them. His jaw nearly dropped at the sight. “We’re stuck here for at least today until it clears up.”
Snow was absolutely everywhere. Buildings and yards alike had been covered in pristine white sheets, giving the whole neighborhood a feeling of heavenly peace. It all just seemed so quite, save for the maknae giggling to himself as he rolled the snow along the ground, his frozen boulder growing with each push; likely the base for a snowman. It definitely had been one hell of a storm, considering the snow was slightly above Yejun’s knees. “Hey, help me with the dishes would you?” He blinked, glancing at the leader, who was gathering up the discarded plates, then back out the window.
Much to Jinon’s misfortune, Kan concluded that the untouched snow was much more relevant to his interests than whether or not they had clean dishes. “Ya!” He’d hardly gotten down the stairs when someone shouted at him. The moment his guard was down was the moment he was shot… well, hit. With a snowball. Right in the chest. He staggered back a bit, not from the impact, but from the shock. A few feet away bounced a giggling LeeU, bundled up tightly in a fluffy jacket that looked oh so cozy. For a moment, Kan was confused as to how his hyung had even gotten outside. Last time he’d seen him, the vocalist was losing a wrestling match with the laundry, and now he was outside before him, freshly dressed and with just enough pink on his cheeks to show he’d been out there for a while. When the cat-eyed boy scooped up more snow however, the rapper realized there was no time for idle thought.
He’d drawn first blood. This meant war.
And what a war it was. One wad of snow after another was flung from either party, most of them missing, but a few good hits getting in every now and again. Kan had discovered a hole in the right sleeve of his jacket, and it was found that LeeU could hit some amazingly high notes when the back of his neck was covered in snow. Jinon had snuck out at some point, perhaps to originally admonish the younger group members for being so careless about their health, but any chip he may have had on his shoulder was instantly filled when Yejun invited him to help build the snowman.
The snow once again began falling, refilling the artillery they were sure was going to run out. Not that it actually would have happened, but those were the weird things that passed through ones head when in a life or death situation, or… okay, actually, you just had to be Kan to have those thoughts. Whatever the logic behind his bizarre concern was, the worry left him just as another snowball left his hand. Three or four minutes after the dusting began, Jinon and Yejun finished their project and returned indoors, the promise of hot cocoa causing the maknae to cling to their leaders arm and chatter happily.
Twenty minutes total of laughing and flinging snowballs had finally left them winded. LeeU had resorted to just dodging and hiding, which was working pretty well now that Kan’s strength was wearing down. It seemed that there may have even been a small ray of hope that he would have won this battle, until a well placed snowball pegged him right in the ass. LeeU collapsed with a shriek, waving his hands in the air before struggling to get to his feet. “Truce! Truce!” Feeling victorious enough, the rapper flashed a grin so warm and sunshiny it was amazing that all of the snow didn’t melt on the spot. Worn out, he trudged his way through the snow to help his fallen hyung.
The whole thing played out like a scene from a cheesy romance movie; as soon as LeeU’s hand was in his own and the smaller male was on his feet, a stray sunbeam took the opportunity to hit everything just right. Every single snow flake seemed to glint like a piece of splintered glass around the vocalist, enveloping him in some kind of ethereal winter aura. He swept the damp hair from his face, and oh my God his eyes literally were sparkling from that new found light. Had LeeU… always looked like that? Before he could even understand what his brain was processing, speech was flowing in a classic display of word vomit.
“You’re beautiful.”
The other’s brows lifted high on his head, those dazzling eyes holding a cocktail of confusion and surprise, said emotions causing those perfect lips to pucker the slightest bit and why was Kan starting to notice these things now? “… Huh?”
“What?”
“What did you say.”
“Nothing.” He was almost positive that he wasn’t going to get away with this, but it was worth a shot. Maybe LeeU had legitimately not heard him and he could excuse the whole thing as a trick of the wind or -
“Kan.” Well shit. He shrugged his shoulders, offering a lop-sided smile before looking off towards their dorm. Maybe if he took the initiative, he could lead them both back inside before they got wrapped up in an awkward situation. Tension between the two of them was the last thing he could ever want… especially since he had to share a bed with this man at night. That could get awkward. He tried to step back, but found that LeeU was still very set on holding his hand and keeping him right where he was. “Say it again,” Now it was Kan’s turn to blink stupidly. His jaw slackened, as if he wanted to say something but the words would much rather stick to the roof of his mouth. “… please?”
It was hard to say No in this situation, if it were even possible at all. Those pleading eyes, the almost feline face, pretty lips housing the softest of smiles, and his larger hand held so desperately between the others two smaller ones. He’d kicked himself at first when he said it, but now… he was almost grateful. Kan wet his lips, leaning forward the slightest bit, resting his free hand on the vocalists cheek. “Hyung,” he started, causing LeeU’s face to instantly brighten, and he couldn’t help but smile, “you’re beautiful.” His face took on a shade of pink that had nothing to do with the cold and Kan leaned forward, resting their foreheads together and feeling the soft heat radiating from the other’s face. “… are you cold?”
The grip on his hand tightened, smaller fingers entwining with his own.
“Not anymore.”
Rating: PG, fluff, slight crack.
Fandom: F.Cuz
Pairing: KanU, JinJun if you’re looking for it.
Summary: A sudden shift in the weather leaves the boys once busy schedule now non-existent. As pretty as the fallen snow is, Kan finds his eyes drawn to something else.
Notes: First F.Cuz fanfiction and the main pairing isn’t even my OTP LOL. We got lots of snow where I live, so I suppose that was the inspiration for this :] I hope this turned out okay, and I hope you all like it. To my watchers that I'm pretty sure only stalk me for my SHINee fics, I'm sorry for my slow-ness OTL I have started the next chapter of "My Beautiful One" I just... need to finish it. For now, enjoy F.Cuz. If you aren't familiar with them, you should be D:
- - -
There weren’t many days where the quartet simply got to lounge around and do nothing, especially with recent promotions. However, through some act of God or a bad joke by Mother Nature, a huge dump of snow had all but trapped the members of F.Cuz in their humble dorm. Needless to say, it kind of made getting from place to place and keeping a schedule pretty damn hard. Jinon was fairly sure that his ear was bleeding after the abuse it took through the phone, but the rage had only lasted a few minutes before their manager hung up and set to rescheduling their plans. The leader gingerly rubbed his assaulted ear, tossing his cellphone onto the table before shuffling back to bed, since it wasn’t even 7am yet. Their manager wasn’t a mean person at all actually; just stressed, and that was completely understandable.
“… hyung?” the voice was weak and heavy with sleep. Yejun, likely roused by the absence of Jinon beside him than any overheard conversation, blinked slowly at the leaders approaching figure. There was a chance that the maknae was going to add onto his speech, but Jinon’s fingers simply slid through his hair, the strong hand coming to rest on his shoulder to lead him silently back to the bedroom. It was way too early to try and have any kind of coherent babble - not that either of them were awake enough for it to begin with. Without another word, both singers made themselves comfortable on the mattress and happily slept for another four hours.
- - -
“Are you serious?!” Kan wasn’t sure how he’d managed to stay asleep so long, but the sound of their lead vocalist squealing in excitement was enough to finally rouse him from his comatose state. He sat up, staring at the wall directly in front of him. The rappers head lulled to one side as he admired the beauty of the wall, absent of any decorations whatsoever. The color wasn’t anything special… Hell, it wasn’t even painted that well. Kan had more or less just fallen asleep with his eyes open, but the sudden clatter of dishes caused him to jump out of his eerie slumber. He blinked a few times, a sudden sense of foreboding enveloping his body, telling him - screaming at him to get out of bed before it was too late.
So he rolled over.
“Kan! KAN!” The door flung open, nearly knocked off its hinges by an overly ecstatic Seonghyun. The youth seemed to defy gravity as he leapt from the doorway, onto the mattress in the area where Kan usually slept; it was even still warm “Hey! Get up! Ge-... Oh.” After slapping the wad of sheets and pillow mistaken for the younger rapper, LeeU blinked, redirecting his vision and staring at a groggy, albeit slightly baffled Younghak. “… Why are you on my side of the bed?”
“Good morning hyung.” LeeU arched a brow, and he could feel his nose start to wrinkle disapprovingly at the blatant disregard of his question. However, LeeU just didn’t seem to have it in himself to stay mad at the younger male, let alone even get there. Through honey thighs and naturally masculine features, there was something about Kan that was just… innocent. Maybe it was his cheerful attitude towards things, and the way he was smiling like it was the most beautiful day of his life may have had something to do with it as well. Ultimately, LeeU ended up returning the grin.
“Guess what!”
“Oooh…,” LeeU had just made a very critical mistake: he’d asked Kan to think. “Jinon-hyung made breakfast?”
“N- well… yeah, but-”
“And it’s not burnt?” Finally having a firmer grip on reality, Kan’s sleepiness began to leave him. He rubbed his eyes, throwing the sheets off of his body and onto the sprawled out LeeU, who was quickly lost beneath the folds. The smaller of the two flailed, desperately trying to untangle himself from his fleece prison. A muffled ‘not that either!’ could just barely be heard before an ill-timed twist knocked the vocalist off of the bed. “And there’s still some left?” The excitement in Kan’s voice had obviously grown, popping about an octave higher than it usually was. Any desire to sleep for another chunk of time was lost at the thought of food, and the teen nearly skipped out of the room, leaving his hyung alone in his snuggly cage.
“KAN!”
LeeU’s pleas for help - actually, they were empty threats and words not suitable for children to hear - fell on deaf ears the moment the smell of freshly made pancakes filtered through the rappers nostrils. “Good morning!” He was expecting two voices to return the greeting, but only Jinon’s was heard, their leader sitting at the table, eating his breakfast and jotting something down in a small notebook. Briefly, he was reminded of his days back in early grade school, where the teacher would make him sit after school and write ‘I will not pour glitter into the principals coffee mug, no matter how pretty it looks’ one hundred times, give or take a few lines depending on how much he poured in. “Where’s Yejun?”
“Outside,” silence. Silence was only nice when they were trying to sleep. Otherwise it meant that one of the gears in Kan’s head got stuck, and if it wasn’t dislodged soon he was going to get cranky. The eldest looked up, setting his pen down and beaming proudly at his elaborate stick-figure artwork. “LeeU didn’t tell you?” Kan shook his head, resulting in a chuckle from the older rapper and him nodding his head towards the shaded window, a smile playing on that handsome face. “Go take a look.” And he did just that, parting the blinds between his fingers and peeking between them. His jaw nearly dropped at the sight. “We’re stuck here for at least today until it clears up.”
Snow was absolutely everywhere. Buildings and yards alike had been covered in pristine white sheets, giving the whole neighborhood a feeling of heavenly peace. It all just seemed so quite, save for the maknae giggling to himself as he rolled the snow along the ground, his frozen boulder growing with each push; likely the base for a snowman. It definitely had been one hell of a storm, considering the snow was slightly above Yejun’s knees. “Hey, help me with the dishes would you?” He blinked, glancing at the leader, who was gathering up the discarded plates, then back out the window.
Much to Jinon’s misfortune, Kan concluded that the untouched snow was much more relevant to his interests than whether or not they had clean dishes. “Ya!” He’d hardly gotten down the stairs when someone shouted at him. The moment his guard was down was the moment he was shot… well, hit. With a snowball. Right in the chest. He staggered back a bit, not from the impact, but from the shock. A few feet away bounced a giggling LeeU, bundled up tightly in a fluffy jacket that looked oh so cozy. For a moment, Kan was confused as to how his hyung had even gotten outside. Last time he’d seen him, the vocalist was losing a wrestling match with the laundry, and now he was outside before him, freshly dressed and with just enough pink on his cheeks to show he’d been out there for a while. When the cat-eyed boy scooped up more snow however, the rapper realized there was no time for idle thought.
He’d drawn first blood. This meant war.
And what a war it was. One wad of snow after another was flung from either party, most of them missing, but a few good hits getting in every now and again. Kan had discovered a hole in the right sleeve of his jacket, and it was found that LeeU could hit some amazingly high notes when the back of his neck was covered in snow. Jinon had snuck out at some point, perhaps to originally admonish the younger group members for being so careless about their health, but any chip he may have had on his shoulder was instantly filled when Yejun invited him to help build the snowman.
The snow once again began falling, refilling the artillery they were sure was going to run out. Not that it actually would have happened, but those were the weird things that passed through ones head when in a life or death situation, or… okay, actually, you just had to be Kan to have those thoughts. Whatever the logic behind his bizarre concern was, the worry left him just as another snowball left his hand. Three or four minutes after the dusting began, Jinon and Yejun finished their project and returned indoors, the promise of hot cocoa causing the maknae to cling to their leaders arm and chatter happily.
Twenty minutes total of laughing and flinging snowballs had finally left them winded. LeeU had resorted to just dodging and hiding, which was working pretty well now that Kan’s strength was wearing down. It seemed that there may have even been a small ray of hope that he would have won this battle, until a well placed snowball pegged him right in the ass. LeeU collapsed with a shriek, waving his hands in the air before struggling to get to his feet. “Truce! Truce!” Feeling victorious enough, the rapper flashed a grin so warm and sunshiny it was amazing that all of the snow didn’t melt on the spot. Worn out, he trudged his way through the snow to help his fallen hyung.
The whole thing played out like a scene from a cheesy romance movie; as soon as LeeU’s hand was in his own and the smaller male was on his feet, a stray sunbeam took the opportunity to hit everything just right. Every single snow flake seemed to glint like a piece of splintered glass around the vocalist, enveloping him in some kind of ethereal winter aura. He swept the damp hair from his face, and oh my God his eyes literally were sparkling from that new found light. Had LeeU… always looked like that? Before he could even understand what his brain was processing, speech was flowing in a classic display of word vomit.
“You’re beautiful.”
The other’s brows lifted high on his head, those dazzling eyes holding a cocktail of confusion and surprise, said emotions causing those perfect lips to pucker the slightest bit and why was Kan starting to notice these things now? “… Huh?”
“What?”
“What did you say.”
“Nothing.” He was almost positive that he wasn’t going to get away with this, but it was worth a shot. Maybe LeeU had legitimately not heard him and he could excuse the whole thing as a trick of the wind or -
“Kan.” Well shit. He shrugged his shoulders, offering a lop-sided smile before looking off towards their dorm. Maybe if he took the initiative, he could lead them both back inside before they got wrapped up in an awkward situation. Tension between the two of them was the last thing he could ever want… especially since he had to share a bed with this man at night. That could get awkward. He tried to step back, but found that LeeU was still very set on holding his hand and keeping him right where he was. “Say it again,” Now it was Kan’s turn to blink stupidly. His jaw slackened, as if he wanted to say something but the words would much rather stick to the roof of his mouth. “… please?”
It was hard to say No in this situation, if it were even possible at all. Those pleading eyes, the almost feline face, pretty lips housing the softest of smiles, and his larger hand held so desperately between the others two smaller ones. He’d kicked himself at first when he said it, but now… he was almost grateful. Kan wet his lips, leaning forward the slightest bit, resting his free hand on the vocalists cheek. “Hyung,” he started, causing LeeU’s face to instantly brighten, and he couldn’t help but smile, “you’re beautiful.” His face took on a shade of pink that had nothing to do with the cold and Kan leaned forward, resting their foreheads together and feeling the soft heat radiating from the other’s face. “… are you cold?”
The grip on his hand tightened, smaller fingers entwining with his own.
“Not anymore.”