Bad Wigs, Masks and Haircuts Disguises Do Not Make (junsu-centric, ot5, yoochun/junsu)
Bad Wigs, Masks, and Haircuts Disguises Do Not Make
insaeng
Junsu-centric, ot5, yoochun/junsu
for scarletpeonies
○ Saying the group (court case or not) won't come to support Junsu in his first musical is like saying he has an ass flatter than SHINee's Taemin. Conclusion: Impossible.
(inspired by this, as well.)
It was opening day and Junsu expected visits from everyone--family, friends, Hyukjae, Jaejoong and Yoochun, and hopefully, just maybe, even Yunho and Changmin. Just maybe. But if they couldn't make it, he'd understand, given the sloppy mess that they were all in right now.
Still, having all of his bandmates there for his debut performance would have done so much to calm his nerves. And the stylist noona probably wouldn't have had to keep telling him to keep still like he was a kid with ADD.
He was that nervous.
Which is why his morning couldn't have started out any better than by having Junho come in smiling all secretively and whatnot with a tall, masked stranger in tow. Junsu jumped up and out of the stylist's chair immediately and shrieked like the dolphin he's been likened to so many times.
"Did you really think I'd miss this, Junsu?" Yunho's voice beamed with pride as he pulled the vocalist into a tight embrace.
Yunho promised to come back in time for the official start of the show. He mumbled something about having to get back to the SME building because of all the bullshit new rules and restrictions regarding how long they can stay unsupervised for.
Junsu just nodded his thanks and told him to enjoy the performance. Yunho replied he definitely would.
______________________
It was a little after lunch when Junsu's next visitor came.
Changmin gawked at his own reflection in the mirror before he even said his greetings - he had rushed from his drama meeting to get to the theatre and realized he still looked like he came straight from the 90s: hair parted perfectly down one side and bangs too neat to be casual (as was the rage when he was what, twelve?).
He reminded himself of Kangta. The thought made him gag, just a little bit.
Changmin was more of a Hyesung fan himself.
"Your haircut kinda makes you look like Kangta-hyung," Junsu remarked as he zipped up the pristine white pants required for his role.
"Wow hyung," Changmin started, as he stared at Junsu in his tight, white pants. "I didn't know Mozart had an ass the size of Seoul."
Junsu threw him out of his dressing room.
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Jaejoong's voice rang loud and clear as he yelled, "KIM JUNSU HWAIT--what is that thing on your head?"
Junsu sighed as he adjusted the multi-tiered hair piece.
"My wig."
"Oh."
"It's called getting into character, hyung."
Jaejoong stared at Junsu's head and whipped out his phone to take a picture.
The thing was tilting.
"Can you even sing with that thing on your head?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine - I'll get the stylist noonas to fix it up for me later or something."
"Oh, okay--Hey, Yoochun told me to tell you that he might be late. He's stuck in traffic but he said--" Jaejoong squinted at his phone's screen,"--'expect a surprise!'" he finished with air quotes to emphasize the message.
"...Is he coming here drunk?"
"I don't know. Knowing him, it's pretty likely."
"...Well I hope he has clothes on, at least."
______________________
Everyone had come to see him. Well, almost everyone.
There was only one person that hadn't.
It was fifteen minutes until show time and Junsu was preparing himself for the worst. Not that it should be the end of the world, or anything. It would be okay. Everyone else had come to support him and that should be enough.
But it wasn't, and he felt a bit disappointed.
Then he heard a series of knocks on the door.
And there he was, Park Yoochun, walking into Junsu's very own dressing room, with his million dollar swagger and a bottle of cheap red wine in hand.
In an ugly black trenchcoat. With an extremely unflattering orange-blond wig. And a gaudy pair of oversized sunglasses.
Junsu's eyes rolled so far back he almost staggered with the weight of his own wig.
"You do realize you're allowed to visit me, right? Sans cheap disguises?"
"Oh come on, Junsu - it's more entertaining this way. Think about it, the headlines tomorrow can read, 'Famous Vocalist Xiah Junsu Visited by An Unknown Blond Man. Who was this debonair visitor? FIND OUT NEXT ON--Hey, my get-up isn't cheap!'"
"Shut up."
"No, you."
"Ring, ring Mr. Park? I have Kim Jonghyun on line one. He wants his hair back."
"For your information, this wig is based on Key's hair. And damn, what did I tell you about wearing white pants?"
"If you make a crack about my ass--"
"Your ass looks so big that fans can probably see it from Japan."
"I hate you."
"Still feeling nervous?"
"... No."
"Then I've done my job. Break a leg, Junsu! But not the one you sprained in Japa--"
"Get out!"
"--love you, too!"
______________________
One minute till showtime.
Junsu peeked from behind the curtains and scanned the crowd.
He smiled. They were all there and he never felt better.
insaeng
Junsu-centric, ot5, yoochun/junsu
for scarletpeonies
○ Saying the group (court case or not) won't come to support Junsu in his first musical is like saying he has an ass flatter than SHINee's Taemin. Conclusion: Impossible.
(inspired by this, as well.)
It was opening day and Junsu expected visits from everyone--family, friends, Hyukjae, Jaejoong and Yoochun, and hopefully, just maybe, even Yunho and Changmin. Just maybe. But if they couldn't make it, he'd understand, given the sloppy mess that they were all in right now.
Still, having all of his bandmates there for his debut performance would have done so much to calm his nerves. And the stylist noona probably wouldn't have had to keep telling him to keep still like he was a kid with ADD.
He was that nervous.
Which is why his morning couldn't have started out any better than by having Junho come in smiling all secretively and whatnot with a tall, masked stranger in tow. Junsu jumped up and out of the stylist's chair immediately and shrieked like the dolphin he's been likened to so many times.
"Did you really think I'd miss this, Junsu?" Yunho's voice beamed with pride as he pulled the vocalist into a tight embrace.
Yunho promised to come back in time for the official start of the show. He mumbled something about having to get back to the SME building because of all the bullshit new rules and restrictions regarding how long they can stay unsupervised for.
Junsu just nodded his thanks and told him to enjoy the performance. Yunho replied he definitely would.
______________________
It was a little after lunch when Junsu's next visitor came.
Changmin gawked at his own reflection in the mirror before he even said his greetings - he had rushed from his drama meeting to get to the theatre and realized he still looked like he came straight from the 90s: hair parted perfectly down one side and bangs too neat to be casual (as was the rage when he was what, twelve?).
He reminded himself of Kangta. The thought made him gag, just a little bit.
Changmin was more of a Hyesung fan himself.
"Your haircut kinda makes you look like Kangta-hyung," Junsu remarked as he zipped up the pristine white pants required for his role.
"Wow hyung," Changmin started, as he stared at Junsu in his tight, white pants. "I didn't know Mozart had an ass the size of Seoul."
Junsu threw him out of his dressing room.
______________________
Jaejoong's voice rang loud and clear as he yelled, "KIM JUNSU HWAIT--what is that thing on your head?"
Junsu sighed as he adjusted the multi-tiered hair piece.
"My wig."
"Oh."
"It's called getting into character, hyung."
Jaejoong stared at Junsu's head and whipped out his phone to take a picture.
The thing was tilting.
"Can you even sing with that thing on your head?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine - I'll get the stylist noonas to fix it up for me later or something."
"Oh, okay--Hey, Yoochun told me to tell you that he might be late. He's stuck in traffic but he said--" Jaejoong squinted at his phone's screen,"--'expect a surprise!'" he finished with air quotes to emphasize the message.
"...Is he coming here drunk?"
"I don't know. Knowing him, it's pretty likely."
"...Well I hope he has clothes on, at least."
______________________
Everyone had come to see him. Well, almost everyone.
There was only one person that hadn't.
It was fifteen minutes until show time and Junsu was preparing himself for the worst. Not that it should be the end of the world, or anything. It would be okay. Everyone else had come to support him and that should be enough.
But it wasn't, and he felt a bit disappointed.
Then he heard a series of knocks on the door.
And there he was, Park Yoochun, walking into Junsu's very own dressing room, with his million dollar swagger and a bottle of cheap red wine in hand.
In an ugly black trenchcoat. With an extremely unflattering orange-blond wig. And a gaudy pair of oversized sunglasses.
Junsu's eyes rolled so far back he almost staggered with the weight of his own wig.
"You do realize you're allowed to visit me, right? Sans cheap disguises?"
"Oh come on, Junsu - it's more entertaining this way. Think about it, the headlines tomorrow can read, 'Famous Vocalist Xiah Junsu Visited by An Unknown Blond Man. Who was this debonair visitor? FIND OUT NEXT ON--Hey, my get-up isn't cheap!'"
"Shut up."
"No, you."
"Ring, ring Mr. Park? I have Kim Jonghyun on line one. He wants his hair back."
"For your information, this wig is based on Key's hair. And damn, what did I tell you about wearing white pants?"
"If you make a crack about my ass--"
"Your ass looks so big that fans can probably see it from Japan."
"I hate you."
"Still feeling nervous?"
"... No."
"Then I've done my job. Break a leg, Junsu! But not the one you sprained in Japa--"
"Get out!"
"--love you, too!"
______________________
One minute till showtime.
Junsu peeked from behind the curtains and scanned the crowd.
He smiled. They were all there and he never felt better.