Composer'(s) [woozi fanfic]

0.3

Eliz pov 

1 month later

"Hey loser!" Said Samantha

Samantha was the most popular girl in school. Everyone likes her. Well duh, she is smart pretty and "nice". Yeah no kidding. In front of everybody she's an angel but she hates me for some reason. 

"Look at this retard. She wants a drink doesn't she." Said Samantha as she and her friends drag me to  a nearby toilet. 

"You know, i saw her with an older man the other day that's probably how she makes her money" Someone from the group said.

I tried fighting back although I usually skip PE and lunch so I'm not exactly strong. 

"Well, I think she needs a bath" Samantha said as she dragged me into the stall

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I walked out of school drenched and my clothes clinging to my body. After retrieving my bag with my valuables, I decided to skip the rest of the day. My clothing was soaked through and drippingwalked out the school compound. I walked home not wanting to deal with the stares of other people. bad choice as I was freezing under the sun but I just tried to concentrate on my demo I made for Woozi. The song was originally good and the lyrics were nice. Not about love, which I have gotten tired of. 

Finally I got home and quickly took a shower before my brother got home. I logged online to the site. Hoping that woozi is online. The only friendly person I can talk to now. 

EliZzz: I'm boreeeeed

EliZzz: Give me more stuff to do. 

EliZzz: Helloooooooo

Svtwoozi: goddamn woman what do you even do other than spam me.

EliZzz: nothing

Svtwoozi: What do u do with your life

EliZzz: what life?

Svtwoozi: oh god. And i thought i am a social recluse

EliZzz: Anyway, can I hear that new song. the one you called "popular song" by the way great name.

Svtwoozi: Dont judge the song tittle. 

Before I knew it a catchy melody was playing from the speakers. 

//What song are you listening to?
Who is the singer?
Who do you like these days?
It changes with the weather and my feelings

The song you're listening to
In your phone is good too but (Stop)
Listen to the song
I made for you today

The title is "Pop Song"
I want the song to get popular just like the title
Whatcha say, whatcha doing?
Just sing along for me

This is a pop song, this is a pop song
It must be that way, it has to be
Whatever you're eating
This will make you think of me
This is a pop song, this is a pop song
Wherever I go, wherever I am
You will think of me

Pop song, pop song
Pop song, pop song
Pop song, pop song
Pop song, pop song, pop song//

Popular Song- SEVENTEEN

EliZzz: Nice song. 

Svtwoozi: The main reason why this song was chosen was cause of repetition. Just look at mansae for godsake. That chorus only had MANSAE and YEAH in it. And that STILL WAS A FUCKING HIT

EliZzz: mhm. I can assume you don't want this song to be the tittle track?

Svtwoozi: maybe

EliZzz: Well if you don't like it. Finals just ended so i am completely free. 

Svtwoozi: Great you're coming to korea 

EliZzz: Wat 

Svtwoozi: Its gonna be easier for us if you were there recording the songs with us. And its easier to work together.

EliZzz: I'll think about it. but first here's a demo

Svtwoozi: yaaaaay

EliZzz: EliZzz sent an audio

Seventeen chuck audio

EliZzz: I reorganized some parts and added shit. Tks for making my life easier by sending me the concert ver.

Svtwoozi: no prob. Video chat?

Not after what happened. I don't need a stranger to tell me I look terrible.

EliZzz: nah not up to it.

Svtwoozi: somethings wrong isn't there?

EliZzz: nah just some people at sch.

Svtwoozi: oh god don't talk to me about that shit. I'm short as fuck so everybody bullied me about it. If that is what's upsetting u than don't worry. Everybody has flaws but that's what makes everyone different. Someone who loves you would love your flaws more than anything else in the world:)
So im going to send a video request and u better except it.

EliZzz: tks for everything.

My heart skipped a beat. Whether it was empty words or not no one has ever said such things to me. I guess song writers are different.

Lee jihoon calling
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"Hey"