Chapter 30: Making a Song.

 

 

  You only have 2 weeks until the talent show and you haven't make your song yet.   "What should I write..." You spoke to yourself, "where's Jiyeon? Seriously. She said that she wanted to help me." You hissed   You're going out from your room and run downstair. You saw Teen Top with Jiyeon. You rolled your eyes, "For Jung Jiyeon, can you come into my room and help me to make my song?" You shouted. Everyone looked at you. Jiyeon shyly smiled, "hehe, mianhae, ~~~~~. Teen Top oppa, I have to help ~~~~~. We'll talk later" Jiyeon smiled.    "Yah! Noona, we still want to play with Jiyeon noona" Ricky pouted, "me too" Changjo said. Cap and Niel nodded. Except Chunji.   "Just let Jiyeon to play with them, ~~~~~" L.Joe said   You chuckled and pushed Jiyeon softly, "right. Play with her." You rolled your eyes and run upstairs. Chunji give Teen Top a glare, "she's mad, you know"    Ricky's eyes widened, "really?? Not my fault" Ricky raises his hands.   Chunji rolled his eyes and chased you. He knock your door, "~~~~~-ah, let me in. Maybe I can help you", you shouted from your room, "No need. I can do it by myself"    Chunji sighed, "I will help you. I'm serious." Slowly, you opened the door and let Chunji in. Chunji smiled. You told him to sit and you took the empty paper.   "Oppa, what should I write?" You asked   "Writing a song is not that hard. Just write about your experience. But first, you have to make sure what kind of song that you want to write. I mean like the genre. Maybe sad or happy? How about.. Love?" Chunji raised his eyebrow and smirked.   "Yah oppa. You don't have to smirk like that. It was ugly. Okay... Love? I really don't have any experience about love. Seriously" you chuckled and gulped your chocolate milk beside you.   "Use your imagination. Everyone can make their own song. I will give you 30 minutes and you have to finish it. Arasseo?" Chunji tapped your shoulder    "The hell? 30 minutes?! I-I can't!" You protested a little.   "Try first" Chunji smirk again, "seriously, stop that smirk oppa. You make me scared" you chuckled. Chunji just nodded and give you the paper and the pen.   You started to write. You try your best. You really have to use your imagination now.   30 minutes passed already. You finished your song. You wiped your sweat with your back hand, "just making a song make me sweat like this!" You mumbled, Chunji asked you, "done?" You nodded. You give him the paper. His