Stuck was one of my favorite tracks that I'd made. Changkyun helped me out with it a lot. Of course, Baeksoltang(a/n in English it's White Sugar or Sweetheart) was my extreme favorite, but Stuck just had this special aura to it that I loved. It expressed how I felt perfectly.
I let Summer listen to it on my ipod, and she loved it. My ears must have been so red, and my cheeks crimson because I was so, so, so happy she liked it.
"And, you did the rap in it?" she asked.
"Yeah. Well, the first part of the rap. The second was Changkyun," I said happily. I could barely mask my excitement of her liking a track that I put together.
"You sounded really good," Summer said. "Like, an actual rapper who does stuff himself. One who's already released sixty thousand albums. And the mouth made sound effects yo did, I loved them."
"Nah." I mumbled sheepishly.
"For real, though," she said. "All of you sound like professionals. I'm serious. And the chorus is just amazing. Did you really write this on your own?"
"My dad has a few friends who help me. I'm not that talented to the point where I can write all these songs and lyrics by myself," I said.
"But you're super talented. You could write, sing, rap and choreograph a song all on your own. You really sound so good."
"Stop it," I laughed. "I'm friends with a really good rapper, called Mad Clown. I support him to the end. He's amazing. I featured in a few of his songs, too."
"Wow!" Summer said. "An actual real rapper is saying that your rap is amazing. That's proof that it is. You're so lucky."
I couldn't stop smiling. Summer's praise made me feel like I was orbiting stars.
There was a short pause. "Do you have choreography for this song, too?"
"Yeah," I said. "Shownu did the choreography. I know it by heart. We all do."
"Could you show me?"
I hesitated. We were sitting comfortably on the cream off-white sofa at the edge of the room, facing the cubicle where we recorded the singing and rapping. All my gear for editing was on the table in front of us. My computer, my headphones, Ipod, three notebooks I wrote lyrics and tunes in, and my pencil case. There was plenty of space for me to show her the choreography, but I was nervous. And scared I'd mess up in front of her and make a fool of myself. But, I thought I should.
I got up, and I played the music on my computer. I got into place and started the routine extravagantly, with me clapping my hands and saying the intro to the song that I'd created. It was awkward at the parts where the others were dancing and I was staying still, and I hung my head at those parts, trying not to laugh.
A/N This is a JOOOHEON fancam for their performance of stuck. He is wearing what he's wearing in the video, but without the sexy rings on his belt loops and his sleeves are actual sleeves, not nets. Although, that would look amazing as a casual outfit...
PS DO YOU SEE HOW HIS SWEATER RISES AT THE HEM??? HE'S SO UNCONFIDENT WITH SHOWING HIS ABS, BUT DAMN, HIS PALE SKIN BY THE BOTTOM OF HIS BELLY GIVES ME SERIOUS BREATHING DIFFICULTIES.
She stared at me solemnly. I guess she was trying to study the moves and memorize them.
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FanfictionLee Jooheon is the unexpected bad boy of the neighborhood. Korean dimpled high school Junior, he's certainly more cute than hot. Summer Hall is his main victim of picking on. You can count on Jooheon to make Summer cry. But she's a dancer, a...