Woori's POV

He was in the band room already when I went over the next day. He had locked himself in the recording studio, mouth open to the microphone inside. I tip-toed around the instruments and made myself comfortable in front of the studio control panel. With a grin, I clicked on the studio speakers.

Jungkook's clear smooth voice bellowed into my ears and filled the band room. Frantically, I turned down the volume and tried to make out what he was singing. The familiar tune of the song I had worked on yesterday hit me full in the face and I froze.

He had written lyrics to my song, without my permission.

I turned on the external mic and bellowed as loud as I possibly could into his headphones.

"HEY!"

Jungkook's voice cracked and halted to a stop.

"That's MY song you're singing!" I jabbed at the glass.

"I know," he grinned. "I wrote the lyrics, how did it sound?

"Who said that you could write lyrics to my song?" I stood up and slammed my hand on the control panel.

"You threw your song out remember? Technically it's mine now."

"I didn't throw it out, I left it here." I said between gritted teeth.

"And I picked it up." He snickered.

Not in the mood to argue with him any longer, I marched into the studio and grabbed him by the collar. "You'll only get to write the lyrics if I say you can write the lyrics."

His eyes flinched slightly as I brought my face closer to his, but his expression remained smug. "I-"

He paused and looked at my eyes in confusion.

"I'm sorry." He said, barely audible. "I didn't think that-"

"Didn't think what?" I let go of him, slightly satisfied with his reply.

"Well I just thought that I could help you with the project." He explained. "And since I'm no good at music composition-"

"You thought you'd write the lyrics?" I finished his sentence for him.

His face flushed red for a brief moment then he nodded, letting his hair cover most of his eyes. "Sorry."

I sighed. "No composer wants their song to have random lyrics. Unless you bought the song from me, every word of lyric have to go through me."

He paused then nodded to show his understanding. He bit his lip then stepped forwards towards me. Startled at his sudden movement, I took a step back.

"W-what?" I put up my arms instinctively for defense.

"We're using this tune for our project right?" He flashed his teeth at me.

"Why?"

"I like it, the song."

There was a moment of silence where I tried to comprehend what he meant.

"You do?"

He nodded. "We'd get a good mark for sure, and who knows, maybe you'll get noticed by a company."

My brows narrowed. Was that suppose to be pity?

"And what if I just want to rewrite a song?" I asked, taking a seat in front of the keyboard. "What if I wanted to rewrite No More Dream?"

"Y-you do?" His eyebrows lifted. "No, but Woori, if they hear your song, you could get scouted!"

There it is again

"I get it!" I stood up abruptly, hands clutched at my sides to prevent myself from slapping him across the face. "I haven't been scouted. I'm not debuted, I'm not like you, I'm not on the road to success. You don't have to tell me so many times how much better you are than me!"

Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise. "I wasn't trying to offend you, I just meant-"

He stopped, his eyes moved around me and towards the door. I followed his eyes to see Shina with her arms crossed and her face fixed in an ugly expression.

"You two sure are getting closer." She smiled. "So sorry, but I need to borrow Woori for a second."

"Why?" I took a step back.

"The teacher is calling for you." She smiled at Jungkook, looking right past me.

"Alright." I left the studio only to realise that she wasn't following. Shina was still at the entrance of the studio, staring at Jungkook.

Talk about fangirling.

"Hello? Are we going?" I called to her impatiently.

It took a total of five tries to finally get through to her. She left slowly from the studio and led me through the hallways towards the teachers office.

Before I could enter, she stopped me. "Hey, why do you pretend that you're stupid when you can clearly write music."

"What do you mean-"

"You know what I mean." She pressed. "I over heard Jungkook praising you for your song."

"No, I mean, what do you mean I pretend to be stupid." I frowned. "I don't pretend to be anything."

"So you're actually-"

"I get the grades the teachers give me." I cut in.

Shina looked confused but recovered quickly. She waved me off to go to the teacher's office and didn't leave until I closed the door behind me. I heard her shoes click down the hall as I headed for my homeroom teacher.

"You called for me?" I stuffed my hands into the pocket of my jacket.

"I did," She wasn't looking at me. "I just wanted you to know that you'll be getting half of your final grade for this project."

I stared at her. "Excuse me?"

"That will be all." She waved her hand for me to leave.

"No, hold on, I'll fail this year if I don't get more than 80% on this." I lost my formality somewhere amidst my anger.

She raised an eyebrow. "Woori, I can't give you credit for work you didn't do."

"And what makes you think that I wouldn't be working."

"We've been through this." She heaved a long heavy sigh. "Last time I credited you for something, you didn't do anything."

"No, I did everything for that project." I slammed my hand in the table. I was sick of having to explain myself. "Those sons of bitches purposely made-"

"KIM WOORI, WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE." The vocal teacher beside her yelled at me.

It was then that the composition teacher strolled into the room carrying cups of iced coffee. He pushed back his shaggy dyed blonde hair and placed the coffees on my homeroom teacher's desk. He winked at me once then leaned playfully on her table.

"What's happening here? Did Woori do something wrong again?" He snickered and flicked me on the forehead. "Trouble maker aren't ya."

The teacher in charge of compositions was probably the only person that understood me at the school. He goes by the name Tim and doesn't accept anyone that calls him with Korean formality. Perhaps it was because of his heavy American influence, or maybe just because he was just about the most righteous teacher there was.

"Jungun ssi, Woori it's cursing, in front of all the teachers." My teacher whined.

"Well now, we can't have that, why was she cursing?"

All the teachers fell silent instantly. I eyed them carefully and let out a loud scoff. "I only get 50% of my project grade Tim. Sassangnimhere is making sure I fail this year."

"50%? But I already saw parts of Woori's work, she's writing a new song with Jungkook." Tim patted me on the back, signaling me to stop talking. "Aren't you Woori ssi."

I nodded. "He's writing the lyrics as we speak."

The teachers turned to look at each other. "Are you telling the truth?"

My fist clenched beside me. "What do you-"

"I will go check for myself." Tim hit me hard on the back.

"Fine." My teacher concluded.

"You-" I started, I couldn't bottle up my anger any more.

"Woori ssi." Tim's voice was sickeningly sweet. "Let's go back to the studio hm?"

Tim grabbed one of the ice coffees and pushed me out the door of the office. The minute we were out of earshot, he passed the coffee to me.

"They're always giving you trouble aren't they." He muttered, stuffing his heavily tattooed hands into his pant pockets.

"I just don't get it, why don't they trust me at all?"

"Teachers will always be teachers Woori." He ruffled his hair. "But enough about that, what song have you been working on?

My mouth lightened into a grin and I took a long, worthwhile sip of coffee. "The most recent one I showed you."

Tim frowned as we turned into the band room. "Really? Not one of your best works Woori."

My expression fell flat. "What? I thought it was one of my best."

"Well last time I heard it, it was still a work in progress right?"

I nodded.

"Maybe, Jungkook's lyrics will make it better." He grinned. "You are going to get him to write it right?"

I had no answer. I frowned myself in the coffee and imagined what my song would sound like with his lyrics.

Well it didn't sound too bad when I heard it before.

No, it sounded good.

But the question is, did I really want his help?

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