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It took two days for the cast list to be put up. Two days of very intense complaining from some, and very stressful listening from others, desperation rising on both parts. Within two minutes of the tape hitting the door, there was a crowd, elbows jamming into ribs and hands gripping shoulders too hard, trying to use someone taller as leverage to get a head up above the crowd. Of course, that ended up bringing the taller down more than the shorter up, and the fastest (or most enthusiastic) ended up reaching the paper first, and being the only ones able to see it.
Ensemble: … Soonyoung Kwon … Seokmin Lee …
The brunet let out an ear-splitting screech, a beam on his face at the mere fact that he had gotten in in the first place. As he dove back into the crowd to tackle someone in a hug, the blond nearly squealed for the same reason, accepting the high-five from the boy beside him with a bright laugh before stepping aside to let him look... only for someone to push his way in first.
Cheryl Ann: Jeonghan Yoon
There was an indignant look on his face for a half of a second, before a strand of chin-length black hair was blown into his line of sight, making it turn into a pout. He supposed that that did narrow down the roles that he could play, after all. “Alright… At least I get some lines,” he mumbled, half to himself, before ducking back into the crowd to find the friends that he had left behind and allowing the other boy to slip back into the spot.
Agent Branton: Junhui Wen
This one was met by a laugh as well, but softer, warmer, and very quickly dissolving into a somewhat flustered, “Okay, that’s- Your elbow’s in- Chan…” as he was slowly pushed off to the side, until he lost his balance and fell into the blond’s awaiting arms, rolling his eyes at the bright grin that he was met with.
Agent Dollar: Chan Lee
“Yes!” The sole freshman was bouncing on his toes, an absolute beam on his face as he more than happily joined into what was becoming a group hug. There was a moment of almost-peace, before the one in the middle managed to get them to move aside (though not apart), making a futile attempt at fighting off a grin as he cleared the way for the next person.
Agent Cod: Hansol Vernon Chwe
He just blinked at the paper for a moment, before his brows went up into his hair line. “Uh… Wait, I got a speaking role?” It took a moment, but a grin slowly broke out on his face, doing a fist-pump that made the boy behind him half-hide his face in second-hand embarrassment, even as he laughed. “Fuck yeah, I got a speaking role!” That boy behind him didn’t even bother to wait for him to get out of the way, just looking up above fluffy, light brown hair to find his name.
Roger Strong: Mingyu Kim
He was honestly surprised that he wasn’t all of the way at the bottom (but then, how many baritones had auditioned?), but he couldn’t help the beam that lit up his features at the sight. “Awesome!” He found himself laughing, setting large hands on the shoulders in front of him in a happy, affectionate gesture for all of half of a second before he was being brusquely shoved aside, in favor of a slight boy with a heart-shaped face and an overly determined look on his face.
Carol Strong: Seungkwan Boo
That determined look was quickly replaced by something like betrayal, at the sight. “Carol?!” The word was simply offended, but the complaint that was sure to spill from his lips was cut off by the boy now standing beside him.
“Kwannie, you get a solo. And, like, a whole scene. Let someone else have the spotlight for once?”
Before the other could turn that betrayed look to him, the tall one, the one with his hands still on the other’s shoulders, spoke up. “And it looks like we’re married!”
No, that look turned into disbelief, and then up to him. The moment that it landed on the taller, though, it wavered, again before he could complain. “Hello.” Dear God, he was attractive. “You’re, uh… You’re ‘Solie’s friend, right?” A glance back at the paper confirmed his name – Mingyu, how cute – and Seungkwan just rushed to etch it into his memory.
Hansol’s eyes widened, before a disbelieving laugh left his lips, and he grabbed the other boy’s hand. “Alright, flirt later, move now. Other people still have to see.”
As soon as they were halfway out of the way, another person was indeed slipping into their place, all big eyes and fluffy hair and a soft, hopeful smile that took a moment to finally register what was in front of him.
Paula Abagnale: Minghao Xu
As soon as that moment passed, his face lit right up and, as if on cue, Junhui appeared back up at the board, by his side. “Hey, you saw it?”
The response was an excited slip into Mandarin than fell on everyone else’s deaf ears, as he was pulled over to the side to join the rest of their little group. A very small, very frustrated brunet filled the spot as soon as he was gone.
He had proved to everyone that he was much more threatening than his looks implied a long time ago, and was very used to using that to get what he needed. Of course, today, everyone was too excited to remember that they were supposed to be afraid of him. So he had been stuck in back with the one friend kind and patient enough to wait with him, until he was able to make his way to the front.
Brenda Strong: Jihoon Lee
The moment that his eyes landed on that, though, he lit right up. He couldn’t help the overjoyed laugh that left his lips, or the bright beam that illuminated his pretty features, as he turned around and rushed back to the friend who was still patiently waiting for everyone else to have a look. Just before he could step forward himself, a pair ducked in front of him, the smaller slipping ahead.
Frank Abagnale, Sr.: Seungcheol Choi
This one was met with another disbelieving smile, another overjoyed laugh, as he turned to the friend beside him. “They think I’m that good! Did you think I was that good? I mean, I thought I was good, but not-”
“Seungcheol, there were only like three baritones who auditioned,” the boy now beside him pointed out with a soft laugh, before looking up the list for his own name. “But yes, you were very good.”
There were two seconds of silence, Seungcheol’s brows furrowing, before he just lit right up again. “Okay, but they still thought I was that good! I…”
Carl Hanratty: Wonwoo Jeon
“Seriously?” Normally blank, intimidating features slowly warmed, dark eyes coming to life behind thick glasses.
“There were only like three baritones who auditioned,” was the affectionately snarky reply beside him, very quickly followed by a light smack and a warm laugh from both parties, as the taller was dragged off to find their friends, still absolutely beaming.
The last boy finally stepped up to look, freezing when his eyes immediately landed on his own name.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Jisoo Hong
For a long, long moment, he just stared, until the tiny brunet who had stayed with him roughly pat his back, snapping him out of the daze and making him realize that his own polite smile had turned to one of amazement.
“Told you you’d get it~” the smaller nearly sang, almost grinning up at him and getting a soft, warm laugh in reply.
“I didn’t think that I was that good!”
“Of course you’re that good. You’re always that-”
“But you, um… You got Brenda, right?” He couldn’t help how hopeful he looked. At the very least, he would get to romance someone that he knew.
“Yep.” Jihoon just grinned up at him, popping the ‘p’ before wrapping his arms around the taller boy’s neck and a leg around his waist. “Take me, Frank.”
The bright, warm laugh that he got as he was gently pushed away made him dissolve right into his own giggles, grinning up at the elder. “This is… This is gonna be an interesting show, huh?” Jisoo mused, his gaze making its way back up to the board.
“Oh, yeah,” Jihoon agreed, still laughing to himself as he took a hold of Jisoo’s wrist, to drape the other boy’s arm over his shoulders. “Now c’mon, let’s go find Seungkwan and Jeonghan so they can bitch about not getting our parts.”
“They won’t be that bad.” Jisoo was still laughing as well, as he happily, gently, squeezed the younger boy’s shoulder before leading the way down the hall. But Jihoon didn’t miss the hesitation in his expression, knowing that he would before he tentatively asked, "Will they?"