Title: What's the Difference?
Pairing: Hankyung/Hankyung, Hankyung/Shindong, Hanchul
Word Count: 1526
Theme: 049. "What's the difference?" Hankyung/Hankyung
Summary: Hankyung's thoughts about his little makeover...(it's basically Self-Image
but from Hankyung's POV)
“Don’t come back here until you’ve cleaned up.” Heechul slammed the door in my face.Gawd, what’s his problem, throwing me out and telling me to clean up? What does he mean by that? Geez, what a drama queen.
“Was I just rejected because I didn’t look good enough for him?”
“Yep. Heenim’s like that.” I turned around and saw someone leaning against the wall. I couldn’t see his face; he was hidden by shadows.
“Who are you?” He stepped out into the light.
“The name’s Shindong. I’ve been watching you two. You really like Heechul right?”What? Okay…he’s a little weird…wait…Shindong? Wait, he asked me a question, shoot I gotta answer him.
“Then I’ll help you. I know for a fact Heechul really likes you too.”Okay…if Heechul really likes me why did he throw me out? But I can’t ask him that.
“How do you know this?”
“Me and Heenim go way back. Trust me on this.”Can I really trust him? Shindong…Shindong…why is that name familiar? Well he doesn’t seem dangerous. I guess I can trust him.
Now I realize why he seemed familiar. It was Shindong, my band mate.Gawd, it was so weird, him just standing there like he was waiting for me.
We had gone down to his room to talk when I finally realized whom Shindong was. I also finally found out why Heechul threw me out. Shindong told me I had to change my self image.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I just had on a t-shirt and jeans. There isn’t anything wrong with the way I look.
I frowned at myself.Well if Heechul wants it, Heechul gets it.
I was at the mall with Sungmin and Shindong. Sungmin was going through the clothes, I guess he was trying to find what would look good on me. He either added to the pile in Shindong’s arms or tossed them on the ground. He should be more considerate to the staff. They have to clean up after us but I guess they don’t mind since we’re Super Junior. I just watched Sungmin pick out clothes. I didn’t realize he’d be involved…
Shindong had taken me to his room where I got assessed and measured. I have no idea why he needed my measurements if we were just going to shop at the mall…
Suddenly Sungmin was pushing me to the dressing room, telling me to try on the clothes. I stared in shock at the giant pile of clothes in the dressing room.Gawd, this is going to take hours…
One by one, I tried them on and modeled for Sungmin and Shindong. They would either approve or disapprove. Some of the clothes they disapproved of I actually liked. I couldn’t see what was wrong with them but I didn’t feel like asking.
I came out of the dressing room, back in my jeans and t-shirt.
“Alright, this pile” pointing to the one on the right “is the one you’ll buy. We’ll throw out your other clothes when we get home. Now go pay for these and let’s go.”
I looked at Sungmin and sighed. Gawd, these clothes were going to take a large chunk out of my book…
We were barely back at the dorms before Shindong dragged me away to someone else’s room.
“Come in.” Shindong opened the door to reveal Yesung and Ryeowook. “Sit down.” Shindong pulled me over to the chair.
“Shindong, what’s going on?”
“Yesung is going to work some magic on your hair.”
“Yep. Just sit still. It’ll only take an hour.”
“An HOUR!?!?” No way is it going to take an hour. I had to make dinner for everyone. An hour?!?!?! Who in their right mind would take that long doing their hair?
I didn’t realize I had stood up when I felt Shindong push me back down.
“It’s alright Hankyung, don’t worry about it. I made dinner already so you have time for this.” Ryeowook smiled sweetly at me from the bed.Aww, Wookie is such a sweetheart. He’s so cute, so sweet. That was so nice of him to make dinner for us instead of me. It’s been a while since I’ve tasted someone else’s cooking.
“Oh…thank you Wookie.”
“HEY! Only I’m allowed to call him Wookie.” Wow…he’s possessive…it’s just a nickname…but I don’t want to have him mad at me while he’s doing my hair. Who knows what could happen?
“Don’t scare Hankyung. Anybody can call me Wookie. Teukie does and so does Minnie.”
“WHAT?!?!?!? THEY CAN’T DO THAT!!!! ONLY I CAN CALL YOU THAT!!!” Geez, he’s taking possessive to a whole other level…He makes Kangin look like a caring boyfriend instead of an overprotective jealous boyfriend.
“Oh don’t get so mad Jongwoon.” Ryeowook got up from the bed and gave Yesung a kiss, completely shocking the older man. Hahaha…Ryeowook has him whipped.
“Well you boys have fun. I need to go check on dinner.” Ryeowook skipped out the door, humming a little tune with a small smile on his face. Yesung stood there shocked for a moment before turning back to me.
“Alright, now to get down to business.”
After some time, Yesung finally decided he was done. I had no idea what he did. He didn’t let me look in the mirror. Sungmin came in, carrying a bag. Both Shindong and Sungmin gave Yesung their praises. I still have no idea what I look like. I was about to look when Sungmin said something to me.
“Here, put these on.” Sungmin handed the bag to me.
“Just put them on. And hurry up.” Sungmin and Shindong left the room. I peeked inside the bag and saw more clothes. I raised my eyebrow. Strange…I don’t remember buying these. O well…
I pulled them out and put them on.
I stepped out of the room and was instantly blinded by a flash. It took me a moment to take in the scene in front of me.
Everyone was standing around the doorway looking at me. Leeteuk was snapping pictures of me. What the hell? They’re so weird. Why are they just staring at me?
I walked over to Shindong. “Why are they all staring at me? And Leeteuk hyung can you stop taking pictures? You’re blinding me.”
“Don’t worry about it. Just come with me.”
I looked at the place, confused. Why did Shindong take me here?
“What are we doing here?”
“Just a little test run.” I looked at Shindong confused. What does he mean by test run?
“Come on but first put these on.” Shindong gave me a pair of sunglasses. Why did he want me to wear sunglasses at night. Wouldn’t that be weird? But who was I to say anything? I didn’t even know why we were here.
I took them and put them on. Shindong gave him a thumbs up. “Alright, let’s go.”
We entered the club. I just stared at everything, the lights, the people, the music. I didn’t notice the person coming over to me and draping herself over me until it was too late.
I had no idea what to do; this has never happened to me before. I was at a complete lost for words before Shindong came over and pulled me away.
He dragged me through the crowd. Damn, how does he do that? He’s parting these people like the Red Sea. I wish I could do that. Oh.
I looked behind me to see a guy grin and wink at me. Eww…disgusting. Ahh…someone else pinched my butt. Gawd, why won’t these people stop touching me? or looking at me?
I felt so disgusted. Where is he taking me?
I noticed we were heading towards the back. I stopped and stared when I noticed who was sitting at the table we were headed towards.
It was Heechul. And he didn’t look too happy.
I won’t go into details of what happened but let’s just say…Heechul thoroughly claimed me as his own. I’ve been warned *cough* threatened *cough* by Heechul that if I ever touch anyone or let anyone touch me, I’ll be punished in ways I can’t imagine.No way am I ever going to let Heechul get mad at me again. I still don’t get why he got mad at me in the first place. If he wanted me to change my look, he could’ve told me. He didn’t have to throw a fit.
I looked at myself in the mirror with my new clothes and new hairstyle. I thought back to how I looked before. There wasn’t much of a change. Just the clothes are of a better material and weren’t worn out. The hair only looks different due to the use of so many products. If I don’t use the products, my hair looks the same as before. Seriously, what’s the difference?
I really didn’t need this makeover though I do like the new clothes and hair.
I sighed. Heechul can be so shallow sometimes but that’s part of the reason why I love him, I guess.