I was really bored, and so I decided to stay here and look at them practice.
Plus, I really, sincerely doubt I would make it through the huge wave of people outside.
Yes, I mean dongbangshinki’s fans.
And it’s all Yoochun’s fault for showing my face to the fans out there.
I thought the stupid windows were tinted, that’s why I dared to look outside.
Stupid me didn’t realize that Yoochun was hiding his face behind the curtains.
I bet I would be killed by their fangirls if I stepped out now.
“Well at least I got to watch a free show.” I thought grimly.
“Neon nareul weonhae neon naege bbajyeo neon naege michyeo He eonal su eobseo I got you- Under my skin Neon nareul weonhae neon naege bbajyeo neon naege michyeo Neon na-ye no ye I got you- Under my skin”
But it’s really pretty nice though.
The dance moves are cool.
But their expressions are so…urgh.
They’re focusing more on the act-cool expressions than the dance moves!
And this is what pisses me about most artistes.
“There was just something about the moves that doesn’t feel right, or should I say, look right. Some part feels kinda awkward, and what might that be…?” I thought to myself.
“Hey. Whatcha thinking about?”
Jaejoong broke my trail of thoughts and I turned to look at him.
“Huh?” I asked.
“You’re doing that hand underneath chin action again.”
“Oh. Er, nothing much.” I denied,
The rest of DBSK nudged Jaejoong mischeviously and I saw Jae blush embarrassedly for god-knows-what reason.
Mr. Lee clapped his hands a couple of times, trying to get dbsk’s attention back to him.
“Boys. Now for the Chinese version. You guys’ pronunciation really aren’t that perfect. I know you wouldn’t like to be cooped in a house for a couple of years in China so that you can practice your Chinese, right?”
I saw the boys shiver slightly in fear before moving back to their formation almost immediately.
I squinted my eyes in confusion.
“What’s with the cooped in a house, and why the hell are they so afraid of the old man?” I thought to myself.
“那雾 那烟 那迷 那幻 那光 那灯 好 na wu na yan na mi na huan na guang na deng hao you huo
that haze, that smoke, that unknown, that magic, that light, that lamp, is so seductive;
你靠近我旋转着用意念力拥抱我 ni kao jin wo xuan zhuan zhe yong yi nian li yong bao wo
you come closer to me by turning, using your resilience to embrace me;
傻傻在等待会失败 woowoo~~” sha sha zai deng dai hui shi bai woowoo~
you will fail if you're just gonna wait stupidly;
My mouth came slightly ajar as I listened in horror.
Oh god. What the hell was that?
“那近 那远 那日 那夜 那长 那短的噩梦 na jin na yuan na ri na ye na chang na duan de e meng
that far, that near, that day, that night, that long, that short nightmare;
都不要来纠缠我 现在我是主人翁 dou bu yao lai jiu chan wo xian zai wo shi zhu ren wong
don't come and pester me, right now, i am the master;
这里都是爱 让你爱 wowo~~” zhe li dou shi ai rang ni ai wowo~ 
here is filled with love, to let you love, wowo~~
This. Is. Damaging. My. Eardrums.
I slammed my palm onto my forehead.
Interrupting them, I cut right through their formation,
“This is really…horrible.” I stated, not sparing a inch of their feelings.
All of them stared right at me.
“And what gives you the right to criticize us?” Yoochun demanded angrily.
“Because I can do better than you.” I answered confidently.
“Show us then.” Changmin seconded.
Jaejoong grinned and shook his head at s.
“Don’t underestimate her.” He said, and then they made way for me.
“Body. Turn. Hand. Leg. Twist. Hand. Fingers. Leg.” I mumbled to myself, trying to remember their dance moves.
“那雾 那烟 那迷 那幻 那光 那灯 好
你靠近我旋转着用意念力拥抱我” I pronounced in perfect Chinese as I danced from my memory.
After I was done, I turned around, smirking proudly at them.
“I told you so.” I heard Jaejoong whisper to them.
“Wow. That’s…great.” Changmin praised, and I smiled humbly at him.
“Are you sure you haven’t been practicing our dance moves and songs in secret?” Junsu asked, his eyebrows raised, looking really serious.
And everyone roared in laughter.
“What?” Junsu asked confusedly.
I smiled at him and said, “Junsu-oppa, I wonder if you’re my oppa or my dongsaeng.”
“Well, how old are you? I’m quite young you know, if you’re the same age as Jaejoong-hyung, then you’re my noona.” Junsu answered seriously.
All of us looked at him, then burst into fits of laughter.
I moved out and walked towards the spot I was seated just now.
“Remember to pronounce the zh in zhuan, don’t pronounce it as juan and pronounce yuan, not wuan” I called out to them.
And then I sat down there for two whole solid hours, correcting them whenever I hear something not pleasant to my ears.
“Miss. Tan. Are you interested in becoming an artiste?” Mr. Lee asked out of a sudden, causing me to jerk in shock.
“Huh?” I asked, and he repeated his sentence.
I smiled slightly and said, “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not accepting it.”
He grinned slightly and said, “Someday.” before proceeding to supervise DBSK’s practice.
Lee Roo Van’s words left me a indescribable feeling, sending shivers down my spine.
Did his “someday” mean something?
But how was I supposed to be someone I despise and hate most?
I hate artistes, yet I’m acquainted with them.
Life’s such an irony.
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again, this is written after 12.00am, so please pardon me if you spot any mistakes.
There are quite a couple of chinese characters there, i'll write the translation + pinyin later at night. :D
And i'm really sorry about the slow update of chapters. :|. I promise i'll update everyday this month! xD.
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I've put up the translation and pinyin, do correct me if you find something amiss or anything. The parts are 101% translated and pinyin-ed by me. :D.
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