SEVENTEEN'S Secret Ace (Woozi Fanfic)

The Girl He Hates.

      It was a late night at Pledis, which wasn't anything new for Lee Jihoon, also known as Woozi, from the group Seventeen. Well, technically it was really early morning, as the pink clock next to him read 3:30 a.m..

    Groaning, Woozi dragged a pale hand through his wild bleach blonde hair. He was so close to finishing up a love ballad, that the timing that his tiredness kicked in was almost funny.He needed to finish it.

      But lately, Woozi couldn't feel motivation and romantic thoughts or feelings in him. Just finishing the lyrics for this last verse was draining him.  He dwelled on the feeling of numb tiredness for a second, leaning back into the leather swivel chair of the studio.

     Thinking like this... he thought
Thinking like this isn't helping.

And with that final thought his eyes drooped closed and his head rolled onto his desk with a loud bang. Seventeen's producer had ran out of juice and finally fallen asleep.

     What he didn't know, was that peaceful sleep wasn't going to last for long.

         

              Angie was coming.

"YAH! Woozi!! WOOZI!" Angie was angry. Forget it. She was pissed. He was really something, that Woozi. Just because he was a fancy producer or something, didn't mean he got to hog the studio. He was really a big fat PABO if he thought she wasn't using it.

    Opportunity like using a professional studio didn't always come to her. Angie was expecting the studio today, after all, she had a turn in the studio every Saturday from 5am to 10am, thanks to the CEO. Finally done with waiting for Woozi to wake up (a/n yea like that was going to happen, have you seen him in the morning???) Angie realized to get to the marvelous studio, she was going to have to remove him by force.   

    "Tch. Woozi oppa... you're such a hassle." And with that Angie grabbed him by the leg, and slid him onto the ground. Snickering at the sight of Woozi on the floor like that, she sat in her rightful place of the swivel chair. But before she could touch the computer, she felt the chair being spun around. Brown startled eyes met brown tired and angry eyes.

  "Aish. It's just you." Said Woozi annoyed. He leaned forward.

"I couldn't tell. You're so small I couldn't see the top of your head. I only saw your feet and assumed it was a lost little girl." He explained, smirking.

       Angie couldn't respond and could only hope her glare said enough. This was her relationship with Jihoon. He would constantly make fun of her, and her 155 cm height, which honestly wasn't that much shorter than Jihoon and get in her way, whenever she went in Pledis. And she couldn't do anything about it. She was just a trainee.

    Woozi backed away and stretched. He grabbed his jacket and his belongings and left without cleaning up his food wrappers and water bottles everwhere. Angie sighed and pulled her long black hair up into a bun.

     "I hate him." She murmured.

     " Oh come on. Isn't hate a strong word?" Said a casual and amused voice. Angie spun around.

      " Hey Vernon!" She said beaming. Vernon was really close to her, and they became quick friends when they found out they were both halfies.

        "Come in, we can write a rap together!" Said Angie. Vernon grinned.

          "As tempting as that sounds Angie, I have practice sorry." He said.

          " Boo, you suck." Pouted Angie. Vernon just laughed and left, careful to close the door behind him. Alone at last Angie turned her attention to the large computer screen. In front of her was what looked like an entire song. Reading the lyrics Angie couldn't help but swoon.

   She caught herself  though, realizing it totally had to be produced by Woozi. She bit her lip. It wasn't finished and she knew it. She also knew that the song needed to be finished soon. But again. There was nothing she could really do about it. Playing around a bit Angie added some lyrics in. She read them and got chills.

     "Wait.. isn't this kinda good..?" Excitement took her over and without realizing Angie finished to song. Grinning with satisfaction, Angie leaned back casually checking the time on the little pink clock.

     "..."

     " 9:58?!?!" Quickly deleting what she had edited onto the song, Angie grabbed her stuff and left before Woozi saw what she did and yelled at her for touching his work. She had dealt with him enough as it was. Plus, as much as Angie liked being holed up in the cozy dark studio, she was still a trainee and had work to do.

           "Angie, hwaiting!" She whispered to herself, ready for a new day at Pledis.

A/N Hey, thanks for reading! Please leave comments and vote, also sorry it's so short, I'm still testing out this story idea. Thank you~ :-)