061. Disguises
Yesung
Completed 12/22/07
3/100
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It’s not really a disguise, he thinks. It’s just a way to help them remember.
He stares defiantly at the mirror, memorizing his own face as the hairdresser does her work. Yesung and Kim Jongwoon, he decides, share deep, dark, melancholy-toned eyes. Their vast cheeks, round and pale, are the same. They are perfectly identical down to their small pouted lips, marked now by shimmering lip balm.
The hairdresser taps his face gently, a polite gesture asking him to move his head to the side. He does as he’s asked without question, managing to lose sight of his reflection. He doesn’t lose the memory of his own face; he doesn’t lose recognition of Yesung OR Kim Jongwoon. And he wonders why so many others seem to.
Yesung takes care not to move, lest he make the stylist cut too far, or at the wrong angle. He listens to the scissors whispering against his hair, imagining the deft cuts to the black strands. There is no discomfort or excitement to see how a new style will fit his face, or match his “theme.”
He knows there will hardly be a change. It will be the same variation on the short, side swept style, framing his face. Color is not for him, like it is for other members; the shapeless black suits his seemingly “mysterious aura.” Once there had been red highlights, and he had almost liked them. But everyone-management- decided the black was much nicer. He chose not to like the highlights so much anymore. As to the actual shape of his hair, he could probably choose a new one, but….
Yesung smiles a little to himself, prompting the hairdresser to giggle, to ask what he was thinking of. There is the token question about “a special girl.” So, his first response is to answer off-the-cuff, randomly:
“I saw a cloud this morning, that looked very like-”
He catches a look at himself in the mirror, and pauses. This is a hairstyle that does suit him, but that’s not why he keeps asking for “just maintenance on this one, please, thank you.” The rest change so often, and maybe, this is the way to not get hopelessly lost in a 13-man crowd. It’s the last thing he can think of to do.
“-Like this guy I saw the other day, you know? He had very distinctive features, total crescent eyes; I can show you. It was something like this….”
It’s not a disguise. It’s a way to make people remember.
Completed 12/22/07
3/100
(Hey, let's go to the archive!)
It’s not really a disguise, he thinks. It’s just a way to help them remember.
He stares defiantly at the mirror, memorizing his own face as the hairdresser does her work. Yesung and Kim Jongwoon, he decides, share deep, dark, melancholy-toned eyes. Their vast cheeks, round and pale, are the same. They are perfectly identical down to their small pouted lips, marked now by shimmering lip balm.
The hairdresser taps his face gently, a polite gesture asking him to move his head to the side. He does as he’s asked without question, managing to lose sight of his reflection. He doesn’t lose the memory of his own face; he doesn’t lose recognition of Yesung OR Kim Jongwoon. And he wonders why so many others seem to.
Yesung takes care not to move, lest he make the stylist cut too far, or at the wrong angle. He listens to the scissors whispering against his hair, imagining the deft cuts to the black strands. There is no discomfort or excitement to see how a new style will fit his face, or match his “theme.”
He knows there will hardly be a change. It will be the same variation on the short, side swept style, framing his face. Color is not for him, like it is for other members; the shapeless black suits his seemingly “mysterious aura.” Once there had been red highlights, and he had almost liked them. But everyone-management- decided the black was much nicer. He chose not to like the highlights so much anymore. As to the actual shape of his hair, he could probably choose a new one, but….
Yesung smiles a little to himself, prompting the hairdresser to giggle, to ask what he was thinking of. There is the token question about “a special girl.” So, his first response is to answer off-the-cuff, randomly:
“I saw a cloud this morning, that looked very like-”
He catches a look at himself in the mirror, and pauses. This is a hairstyle that does suit him, but that’s not why he keeps asking for “just maintenance on this one, please, thank you.” The rest change so often, and maybe, this is the way to not get hopelessly lost in a 13-man crowd. It’s the last thing he can think of to do.
“-Like this guy I saw the other day, you know? He had very distinctive features, total crescent eyes; I can show you. It was something like this….”
It’s not a disguise. It’s a way to make people remember.