A bit confused
Title: A bit confused
Author: Readytoread
Pairing: None
Genre: band fic
Rating: PG for the content
Length: Oneshot
Summery: Junsu having a difficult time understanding a saying and his band mates are not helping.
A/N: Another repost because I posted to friends instead of public. Hope you like this oneshot.
It was dark and cramped. Reaching forward, Junsu felt along the wall until he found the handle. Giving it a twist and a shove, the door opened and Junsu stepped out with a flourish into the bright open room.
“Again nothing.” Junsu mumbled to himself. He stood there with his arm extended out from his side, palms up. Both of his feet planted apart. It was a “ta-da” moment, but Junsu didn’t feel any different.
For the next 10 minutes Junsu went in and out of the closet, each time coming out different; jumping out, stepping out with his left foot, then his right, coming out backward out of the closet, closing both eyes, opening only one- nothing worked.
Across the room Junsu’s band mates stated to watch him half way through his performance. Yoochun, who was sitting at the piano trying to add the right words to the lyrics in front of him, glanced over at Jaejoong whom was lounging on the couch flipping through a fashion magazine. Both men shook their heads and looked back at Junsu who once again was coming out of the closet. This time he acted like he was a part of the royal family- wave and all.
“Ah ha” exclaimed Junsu. “This might not be the right one.” Glancing around the room and noticing this was the only closet in the room, Junsu headed towards the door. Opening it and proceeding down the hallway.
“Now what is he doing?” asked Jaejoong.
“I have no idea, but let’s follow him and find out,” grinned Yoochun.
Junsu opened a door to the dance studio, took one look around and noticed no closet in site only mirrors. This room wouldn’t do. Shutting the door behind him, he proceeded to the next one; the recording studio. The recording studio had some closets, but most were shelves filled with wires and sound equipment. This wouldn’t do either.
The more Junsu looked for closets, the more aggravated he became. It didn’t help with the commentary that was happening behind him by his mates. Yoochun and Jaejoong started making bets on why he was looking. They come up with things like: Junsu’s looking for the one and only lost Easter Egg to Santa Claus’s toy sack is among the many closet to he’s playing hide-n-seek the resident ghost.
At last Junsu came across a room with many closets- the costuming room. Opening up one of the closets, Junsu pushed aside the heavy fabric of the costumes within and stepped into the closet. The door shut behind him.
Yoochun and Jaejoong stopped taking and watch the closed door. Within seconds the door of the closet opened again and Junsu stepped out.
Junsu looked at his hands and arms then the he patted down at the rest of his body from his chest to his thighs.
“I just don’t understand,” Junsu cried while looking back at the slightly a jarred door of the closet. “Why don’t I feel any different?”
“Why do you want to feel different?” asked Jaejoong. He was sitting down on a stool by the cutting table. Yoochun was sitting on the other side.
Junsu turned to look at both his mates. “I have stepped out the closet many times in different way. I even stepped out of a different closet. I still feel the same. Why?”
Jaejoong gave him a confused look. Still not understanding what Junsu was saying.
There was a loud crash and a moan amidst the giggling. Yoochun stool laid on its side on the floor under the table. Yoochun was on the floor laughing hysterically rubbing his backside. “Oh Junsu…Oh my God,” snorted Yoochun.
Yoochun rolled over onto his hands and knees and tried to get up. Jaejoong looked over at Yoochun with a slight smile. Junsu, with his hands on his hips, was glaring down at the hysterical man.
Yoochun finally got back on his feet and controlled the laughter. With a big smile, he made his way over to Junsu.
“Don’t tell me that you were coming out of the closet because you were coming out of the closet?” asked Yoochun. He tried to put his arm across Junsu’s shoulders, but everytime he did, Junsu pushed it off.
“huh? You don’t make since,” Junsu huffed. “I don’t understand why there is that saying ‘coming out of the closet’? I did it numerous times and I still feel the same.”
“Of course you will silly,” Jaesoong answered while coming over to Junsu and kissing him on the forehead. “You wouldn’t feel any different because you came out of the closet a long time ago.”
Junsu gave Jaejoong a confused look. He still was not getting it.
“Now if Changmin came out of the closet, this would be a different story.” Jaejoong said. “That boy is so straight and tight, I will most likely have a heart attack if he pronounced he’s gay.”
Both Jaejoong and Yoochun laughed.
“Wait a minute…. Coming out of the closet means your Gay!” Exclaimed Junsu. “But I am not gay!”
Both Jaejoong and Yoochun looked at each other than at Junsu. “Right..”
“But I am not!” Junsu cried following his mates out of the costuming room and down the hallway. “I’m not!”