Author: shy_mizuno
Rating: K+ (PG)
Genre: Humor
Disclaimer: This is the result of me being half-asleep and not the result of money.
Summary: Super Junior meet their Johnny's counterparts.
"Guys! Guys!" Donghae came running into the already crowded dressing room with a beautiful young Japanese man by the hand. He had bright copper hair, dressed all in white that gave a tan to his pale skin. His members dropped their jaws to the floor; they thought debut Heechul was pretty - this man was the epitome of beautiful and handsome. At the same time. "I found somebody who believes in aliens!"
"I don't know what you're saying," The copper-haired man wrenched away from Donghae, "But I guess that you're going on about how I believe in aliens and I don't. They're called Fairies. You-sei." He repeated.
"Ueda!" A young man - two actually - came into the dressing room with worried faces. There was an obvious age gap between them. One looked to be around 20, with bright dirty blond hair that fell to his shoulders. The other had short black hair and looked to be closer to 30 than to 20. "There you are - you can't go running off like that. It worries all of us." The 20-year-old said.
"That would be our fault." Leeteuk stood up and Ryeowook did as well. "One of my members seemed to kidnap him." He extended his hand to the blond. "Leeteuk; leader of Super Junior."
The blond smiled and firmly shook it. "Yabu Kota; leader of Hey!Say!Jump."
"I'm Ryeowook-shi! Uhm....caretaker of Super Junior?" He scratched at his neck after his introduction.
The black-haired Japanese man laughed and made a gesture of a handshake. "My name is Sakurai Sho - member of Arashi."
As if it was a magic word, four others crowded about the door. "Sho-chan! That's where you are! Have you found Uepi?" A puppy-looking energetic man asked. "Ooh! People!" He bounded in and stopped behind Eunhyuk. "Aiba Masaki desu!" He bowed quickly. "I'm part of Arashi! How are you?!"
Heechul scoffed and leaned against the wall. "Yah, is he always this hyper?" He asked one of the newcomers.
"No; sometimes he's worst." A small skinny man responded. He looked Heechul up and down.
Heechul looked him up and down. "Wanna go have sex?"
The man looked at his watch. "We've got ten minutes. Let's go." He grabbed his hand and led him out into the hallway.
"Nino!" A stylish being yelled after him. He sighed - nothing was going to change his friend's mind. "Don't screw up the costume!"
"Hyung!" Siwon ran to the door, trying to grab onto the end of Heechul's Bonamana outfit. He missed.
The fashionista clamped his shoulder. "Sorry about him. Can't really control his urges, the Baka." He tucked a bit of hair beneath his fedora. "Matsumoto Jun - people call me MatsuJun."
Siwon forced a smile, which turned genuine after the introduction. "Choi Siwon - people usually just call me Siwon."
Eunhyuk looked from the scene at the door back to the over-energetic man behind him. "I'm Eunhyuk - I'm part of Super Junior."
"Super Junior!?" Aiba sat down, effectively booting Yesung off. "Ne, you guys are, like, awesome!"
A man with a dazed look helped Yesung back to his feet. "Are you okay?"
Yesung's face mimicked him and they leaned against the makeup counter. "How do you deal with him?" He looked at the man when he didn't respond - the dazed look was now a complete glazed over look in the eyes. Yesung looked straight ahead and together, they daydreamed.
"Boys!" An elderly man entered the door and the Japanese men stood up and at attention. Sho spoke up. "Yes, Katori-san?"
"Just wondering where you guys are." He stepped in. "Hey, you guys are Super Junior, aren't you?" He stepped closer to Shindong. "Is that...a cake?"
Shindong covered his body over the pastry. "I'm sorry sir, but get your own." Shingo pouted and proceeded to try and get 'just one little taste' in.
"Yah! Leave him alone! He said no!" Kangin pushed him away, standing tall beside Shindong.
"Oi! You can't say that to Katori-san!" A skin-head wearing baggy clothes marched in. Kangin and him sized each other up.
"Shingo-kun!" A cute little boy bounded in and knocked into Sungmin. They both fell back onto their butts and rubbed their heads. "Oww....watch where you're going!" He pouted. A pair of arms surrounded his stomach and pulled him up.
Sungmin glared at the boy and his pout. "Hey! You should apologize to me!" Kyuhyun helped him up, but he still wouldn't stop glaring. "And stop acting cute! AISH! You fail at it!"
The boy made a face. "Fail?! Have you looked in the mirror?!" The two turned into 5th graders as they proceeded to have a 'Cute Out' Contest.
Kyuhyun pinched the bridge of his nose. "Minnie, are you really going to do this? This kid's probably 10 years younger than you."
"7 actually." The boy that had helped the 'Cutie Pie' - as he called himself - up stood beside him. "Ryutaro - youngest of Hey!Say!Jump. 16."
Kyuhyun smiled and shook his hand. "Kyuhyun - maknae of Super Junior. 23."
Kibum sat in his usual corner. He had taken a break from his book to observe the chaos that went about. Now as he returned to it, he realized somebody had appeared beside him. He jumped. The other didn't seem phased. "Hi." He said in English. "My name is Keito Okamoto. My Dad's an ex-idol. I'm a rocker and the Engrish Boy of Hey!Say!Jump."
Kibum laughed. "Yo." He replied in English. "I'm Kibum Kim - ex-American and original maknae of Super Junior." Keito tipped his head and Kibum explained the term 'Maknae.'
Meanwhile, while Kibum was in his corner, Hankyung was in the midst of the chaos. He looked around. Only one other person - coincidentally, the person beside him - was as confused as he. "Do you understand what they're saying?" He asked the boy.
"Half of them are speaking my language and I don't even understand." He said back.
A/N: Here's the run-down
Leeteuk - Yabu
Heechul - Ninomiya
Hankyung - Nakayama Yuma
Yesung - Ohno
Kangin - Koki
Shindong - Katori Shingo
Sungmin - Chinen
Donghae - Ueda
Eunhyuk - Aiba
Siwon - MatsuJun
Ryeowook - Sho
Kibum - Keito
Kyuhyun - Ryutaro
Any questions why they're counterparts, please leave a comment. And yes, I realize this is a fail at humor.