This is a dream. I'm dreaming. This isn't really happening.
Teen Top is not sitting in the recording studio with me, staring at me... I must look like an alien to them. All I'm doing is wiritng a song for all of us. But the ones named Ricky and LJoe keep bothering me.
"Hey, is anyone home? Yoboseyo? Annyeonghaseyo? Hello? Do you understand?" Ricky hindered.
I looked up, unamused. Ricky backed up in his office chair.
"I'm doing the work you six refused to do. So if you don't mind, I'd like some quiet please." I snapped.
They all put their hands up in defense. I rolled my eyes and went back to writing. Niel rolled close to me and read over my shoulder. "That's good. That's actually really good."
I looked up at him. "It's just a remix of 'Clap' with girl parts."
Ricky and Ljoe snickered when I said 'girl parts'. Oh my god, I couldn't be working with any more immature boys.
"Yahh!! Changhyun, Byunghun, shut up! She's working hard! And doing really well!" Niel scolded.
I could feel the heat rush into my cheeks. His big brown eyes connected with mine, but I looked away quickly. He would melt me if I stared any longer, so it was smart to look away. "So, got any suggestions?" I asked.
"Nae, wae don't we start working?" He smiled, leaning close to me.
