choreographer | choi youngjae

[3] come and get it!

12/29/15
11:06 a.m

"oh! you must be minju?" the lady asked. hyorin, i suppose. "yes. i'm mart--" then i got cut off.

"hyorin, i believe you met my girlfriend."

i turned around and saw mark. oh god. this is awkward. "yeah. she called me just a while ago." she said. "i'll take it from here hyorin, thanks. and also, don't mention anything to pd-nim." he said. "okay. fine." she said.

he put his arm on my shoulder and walked to the elevator. the door closed and it was silent. he removed his arm from my shoulder and kept silent.

"so now you're pretending to be my girlfriend huh?" he asked. how did he figure out? "if you're wondering how i figured out, i heard you talking to hyorin on the phone with my phone." he said, emphasizing the word, "my phone".

i kept silent. he wasn't looking at me. he was just staring at the elevator door. "give me back my phone." he said and he turned to me. i took the phone out from my pocket and gave it to him. "remember this minju, you don't call someone from someone else's phone." he said and smiled. more of like a smirk though.

we reached the floor and we went out of the elevator. we stood in front of a door and he went inside. so i followed. i went inside the practice room, i think, and saw six boys. and one of them was skateboard boy number two.

wait, they're the boys from the picture.

"hyung, who's she?" another boy with a blonde hair asked.

"apparently, my girlfriend." mark replied. the others look suprised but 'boy number two' wasn't. "you have a girlfriend?!" a boy with reddish hair shouted.

"minju, care to explain?" mark said and smirked at me. "i-i.. uhh.." i stuttered. "are you our new choreographer?" boy number two asked. "y-yeah.." i said. "i can't believe mark-hyung has a gir--" the 2nd blonde boy got cut off when boy number two spoke.

"she's not his girlfriend." he said. "me and mark-hyung was out skateboarding yesterday night and met her. hyung almost crash into her since he was fast but he managed to not actually, hit her." he continued.

"i still don't get it." a boy with brown hair said. "mark dropped his phone. i picked it up and i was supposed to give it back but they were already gone." i said. "i looked at his photos and saw the picture about the 'choreographer job' so i took the chance." i explained.

"wait, you looked at my photos?" mark asked suprised. "look! i didn't mean to! please don't kill me! i know you're an idol and you need privacy but please don't kill me! spare my life!" i said, faster than i expected, and hid behind 'boy number two'.

"you seriously are trouble, girl." mark mumbled. "i think we should introduce ourselves now, so i'll start." a boy with black hair said.

"i'm jinyoung. call me junior. that's my stage name." he said. "i'm jb. i'm the leader." the brown haired boy said. "jackson! name's jackson!" the other blonde said. "i'm yugyeom. i'm the maknae." the tallest one said. "hey. i'm bambam." the red haired boy said.

"i'm youngjae." boy number two said.

well, now i know their names.

youngjae smiled. oh my god, stop. "uhmm.. hey, you, i don't know what your name is, but you're kinda red." jb said.

i covered my face and backed away from youngjae. "sorry. i'm minju. i believe you're all older than me." i said. "how old are you?" yugyeom asked. "nineteen." i replied. "you're a noona to us then." bambam said and smiled.

"yeah.." i said.

they don't seem bad. they look fun to be with. and they look really good. like all of them. wait, stop.

"uhmm.. what's your group name?" i asked. "oh. i forgot our introduction." jb said. they stood in a line and did their intro. "come and get it, got7!" they shouted.

"got7.. got7.." i mumbled.

wait, what!?
i'm got7's new choreographer!?