F.Cuz drabble dump.
A set of drabbles I wrote during my time stalking kpfw. :)
ot4. 378. g
It takes three days for them to convince Jinon, and two hours for Jinon to convince their manager. Yejun thinks it was all worth it, though, as his hyungs begin setting up around him. Jinon spreads a blanket on the floor between the two bunk bends while Kan stretches another between the top bunks. The blanket slips, almost falling down on one side, but Kan manages to grab the corner, almost falling out of the bunk in the process. As much as he tries, Yejun can't stop his sputtering laugh and Kan shoots him a dirty look from above.
"Why don't you come help out your hyungs, huh?" Yejun puts on his innocent, surprised face.
"But I am helping; I'm supervising." Jinon rolls his eyes, continuing to straighten out the blanket and pull all of the pillows off the bunks, while Kan mutters something foul under his breath. "Speaking of supervising, that side isn't tied tightly enough, hyung. It's about to fall." Just as he says it, the blanket slips down from the opposite side, flopping down pathetically. Kan smacks Yejun on the back of his head as he crosses the room to fix it.
"I've got the popcorn!" Leeu calls, bumping the bedroom door open with his hip. He bounces in, falling to his knees when he reaches the edge of the blanket. Popcorn spills from the bowl as he squeezes in between Jinon and Yejun, the latter snatches the bowl away and forcing Leeu to clean up the mess.
Finally, they're all settled- Jinon, Leeu, Kan, Yejun- on their stomachs, propped up with pillows. They find themselves in a dark, quiet little world tinted a slight shade of blue from the blanket canopy above. Well, quiet until Leeu bursts into one of his usual fits of laughter, the beam of his flashlight moving sporadically on the wall. Kan holds his own steady, his hand making a little shadow bunny, which hops about and does an imitation of Jinon's rapping. A shadow dinosaur comes along soon after, Jinon holding Yejun's flashlight for him so the magnae can use both hands, and devours the shadow bunny. Leeu just continues laughing, and Jinon fights to get Yejun to take his flashlight back so the leader can finally have his turn.
jinon/leeu. 336. g
When Jinon first meets Leeu- introduced as Seunghyun at the time- Leeu is all eye-smiles and polite introductions. He sits straight in his chair, bowing his head low to Jinon and the producer, his father sitting equally stiff beside him. Jinon tries joking, a bright grin spreading across Leeu's, only to be nudged in the side by his father's elbow. A cough, and his serious demeanor returns, slightly strained at the eyes.
Jinon isn't exactly surprised when Leeu's father shows up the day they film their music video. He is a silent, experienced presence, giving them tips here and there. That is, until Leeu steps in front of the camera, alone. Beads of sweat form on his neck before he even starts dancing, his gaze drifting between the camera and his father. Sul Woondo says nothing, merely observing, but Leeu's face gets more and more drawn as he begins to stumble. After the sixth take, a sigh resounds through the studio. Leeu, panting, focuses somewhere to the side as his father leaves the room.
Leeu is bright and carefree in the dorm, making mess after mess and turning those eye-smiles on Kan every time his dongsaeng yells at him to clean up. Kan appears impervious to his smile, but the second it turns on Jinon, he's scolding Kan for being too hard on his hyung. Jinon finds himself cleaning up after Leeu constantly, with Kan rolling his eyes and Yejun snickering behind his back. Muttered words like "whipped" and "spoiled" are tossed around, but Jinon shrugs them off.
Because he's the only who notices the dozen or so phonecalls Leeu answers a day, or the other dozen or so he ignores, all from the same number. Jinon's the only one who wakes up at five in the morning to Leeu mumbling in the hallway into his cellphone something about, "Yes, I practiced, don't worry." He's the one Leeu chooses to lean on, half-asleep and still in his pajamas, whispering about suffocation into Jinon's t-shirt with tears in his eyes.
jinon/eunjung. 372. g.
She's taller now. He gulps, taking in the short, short skirt, before his eyes drift over mile after mile of smooth, toned leg.
Well, she certainly didn't have those before.
The bright lights onstage make her eyes sparkle in a strange, unnatural way, but her smile is still the same. Soft, with only a bit of confidence hidden below its sweet surface. The smile changes slightly when she finally notices him, gawking offstage like he is. Something shifts, brightens just a bit, unnoticeable to anyone who hasn't been staring at her for the past three minutes straight.
"Jinchul-oppa!" Her mouth forms the words, but he can't hear her over the hustle behind stage. Her arms go around his neck, pressing them together in a tight, familiar hug. She's soft, just as he remembers, in his arms. There are more curves now, which he can't believe he notices, and she smells faintly of... mango? The scent fills his nostrils, floats up and around his brain, causing his vision to blur as the room spins for just a moment.
"Eunjung," and all he can manage is her name in a breathy whisper. Her smile widens, a hand reaching out instinctively to fix his hair as he stands there, hands still lingering on her hips. He jerks them away, looking down to hide the blush he can feeling creeping across his cheeks.
"I'm so glad, oppa," she says, sighing. "You're finally going to debut." He nods, eyes still on the floor. Her feet shift around self-consciously in the spot he's so focused on, and she clears her throat. "Oppa?"
A glance up, eyes meeting hers, wide and worried and stunning. He fights the instinct to look back down. "Th-thank you." Their eyes meet again, hers saying a thousand things Jinon doesn't want to think about at once- What happened, Why didn't you call, I miss you. "Thank you, Eunjung," he repeats, wishing he could say more. She smiles again, eyes darker, that shine missing.
"You're welcome." A light pat on his shoulder, she moves around him to join Soyeon and Hyomin who have been waiting.
He's grateful when Kan finally grabs him from behind, shoving him out onto the stage, because he's so tired of asking himself why.
ot4. 378. g
It takes three days for them to convince Jinon, and two hours for Jinon to convince their manager. Yejun thinks it was all worth it, though, as his hyungs begin setting up around him. Jinon spreads a blanket on the floor between the two bunk bends while Kan stretches another between the top bunks. The blanket slips, almost falling down on one side, but Kan manages to grab the corner, almost falling out of the bunk in the process. As much as he tries, Yejun can't stop his sputtering laugh and Kan shoots him a dirty look from above.
"Why don't you come help out your hyungs, huh?" Yejun puts on his innocent, surprised face.
"But I am helping; I'm supervising." Jinon rolls his eyes, continuing to straighten out the blanket and pull all of the pillows off the bunks, while Kan mutters something foul under his breath. "Speaking of supervising, that side isn't tied tightly enough, hyung. It's about to fall." Just as he says it, the blanket slips down from the opposite side, flopping down pathetically. Kan smacks Yejun on the back of his head as he crosses the room to fix it.
"I've got the popcorn!" Leeu calls, bumping the bedroom door open with his hip. He bounces in, falling to his knees when he reaches the edge of the blanket. Popcorn spills from the bowl as he squeezes in between Jinon and Yejun, the latter snatches the bowl away and forcing Leeu to clean up the mess.
Finally, they're all settled- Jinon, Leeu, Kan, Yejun- on their stomachs, propped up with pillows. They find themselves in a dark, quiet little world tinted a slight shade of blue from the blanket canopy above. Well, quiet until Leeu bursts into one of his usual fits of laughter, the beam of his flashlight moving sporadically on the wall. Kan holds his own steady, his hand making a little shadow bunny, which hops about and does an imitation of Jinon's rapping. A shadow dinosaur comes along soon after, Jinon holding Yejun's flashlight for him so the magnae can use both hands, and devours the shadow bunny. Leeu just continues laughing, and Jinon fights to get Yejun to take his flashlight back so the leader can finally have his turn.
jinon/leeu. 336. g
When Jinon first meets Leeu- introduced as Seunghyun at the time- Leeu is all eye-smiles and polite introductions. He sits straight in his chair, bowing his head low to Jinon and the producer, his father sitting equally stiff beside him. Jinon tries joking, a bright grin spreading across Leeu's, only to be nudged in the side by his father's elbow. A cough, and his serious demeanor returns, slightly strained at the eyes.
Jinon isn't exactly surprised when Leeu's father shows up the day they film their music video. He is a silent, experienced presence, giving them tips here and there. That is, until Leeu steps in front of the camera, alone. Beads of sweat form on his neck before he even starts dancing, his gaze drifting between the camera and his father. Sul Woondo says nothing, merely observing, but Leeu's face gets more and more drawn as he begins to stumble. After the sixth take, a sigh resounds through the studio. Leeu, panting, focuses somewhere to the side as his father leaves the room.
Leeu is bright and carefree in the dorm, making mess after mess and turning those eye-smiles on Kan every time his dongsaeng yells at him to clean up. Kan appears impervious to his smile, but the second it turns on Jinon, he's scolding Kan for being too hard on his hyung. Jinon finds himself cleaning up after Leeu constantly, with Kan rolling his eyes and Yejun snickering behind his back. Muttered words like "whipped" and "spoiled" are tossed around, but Jinon shrugs them off.
Because he's the only who notices the dozen or so phonecalls Leeu answers a day, or the other dozen or so he ignores, all from the same number. Jinon's the only one who wakes up at five in the morning to Leeu mumbling in the hallway into his cellphone something about, "Yes, I practiced, don't worry." He's the one Leeu chooses to lean on, half-asleep and still in his pajamas, whispering about suffocation into Jinon's t-shirt with tears in his eyes.
jinon/eunjung. 372. g.
She's taller now. He gulps, taking in the short, short skirt, before his eyes drift over mile after mile of smooth, toned leg.
Well, she certainly didn't have those before.
The bright lights onstage make her eyes sparkle in a strange, unnatural way, but her smile is still the same. Soft, with only a bit of confidence hidden below its sweet surface. The smile changes slightly when she finally notices him, gawking offstage like he is. Something shifts, brightens just a bit, unnoticeable to anyone who hasn't been staring at her for the past three minutes straight.
"Jinchul-oppa!" Her mouth forms the words, but he can't hear her over the hustle behind stage. Her arms go around his neck, pressing them together in a tight, familiar hug. She's soft, just as he remembers, in his arms. There are more curves now, which he can't believe he notices, and she smells faintly of... mango? The scent fills his nostrils, floats up and around his brain, causing his vision to blur as the room spins for just a moment.
"Eunjung," and all he can manage is her name in a breathy whisper. Her smile widens, a hand reaching out instinctively to fix his hair as he stands there, hands still lingering on her hips. He jerks them away, looking down to hide the blush he can feeling creeping across his cheeks.
"I'm so glad, oppa," she says, sighing. "You're finally going to debut." He nods, eyes still on the floor. Her feet shift around self-consciously in the spot he's so focused on, and she clears her throat. "Oppa?"
A glance up, eyes meeting hers, wide and worried and stunning. He fights the instinct to look back down. "Th-thank you." Their eyes meet again, hers saying a thousand things Jinon doesn't want to think about at once- What happened, Why didn't you call, I miss you. "Thank you, Eunjung," he repeats, wishing he could say more. She smiles again, eyes darker, that shine missing.
"You're welcome." A light pat on his shoulder, she moves around him to join Soyeon and Hyomin who have been waiting.
He's grateful when Kan finally grabs him from behind, shoving him out onto the stage, because he's so tired of asking himself why.