You Belong With Me - Chapter Six
AN: Sorry guys. I didn't have access to any sort of beta and I really didn't want to wait until I did, to post this. So instead I just posted it for you. Feel free to point out any mistakes.
You Belong with Me
Chapter Six
I never thought that learning another language would be so difficult. Perhaps it wasn’t the language itself that was difficult, but the fact that I had to learn it well enough, in under a week, to be able to sing it with clarity.
Ryeowook was a very patient teacher. He started by attempting to teach me the Hangeul characters that made up the words. It made perfect sense how each character stood for a sound and then was combined with more characters to produce syllables and words. I didn’t really have an issue learning that portion, it was very logical in its construction. My problem came when I attempted to read it with any clarity or speed.
After I had stumbled through one line, Yesung, who was also aiding me, gave up on this attempt and decided to go to plan B. Her plan was to carefully articulate each word to me, while I wrote down the sounds I heard. Then I should be able to read the sounds back with a much higher level of speed since they were going to be written in a language I was familiar with.
It was an odd form of Romanization that seemed to work well for me. With my key sheet I could say the words with enough clarity that I could at least sing them. Yesung and Ryeowook were both pleased with my limited vocal ability and eager to work with me on improving it.
By the time the tryouts rolled around, I was fairly comfortable singing at least the chorus of the song. I stood on stage in front of the panel of judges that for some reason contained Heechul as well. Ryeowook accompanied me on the keyboard and both he and Yesung added in their backup vocals.
I thought our performance of the chorus was mediocre at best. My efforts to repeatedly convince Yesung and Ryeowook that they should take lead vocals and I would sing the background vocals were firmly denied. Despite my feelings of being subpar, Heechul declared that we had passed the moment my mouth closed. She hadn’t even confirmed with anyone else on the panel. I glared at her. This simply wasn’t fair.
Once we had been told that we were going to be part of the show, practice began for real. My life quickly shifted to school and then after that practice on the song with Ryeowook and Yesung. Three days into practice, Yesung declared that I wasn’t singing with enough emotion.
“How am I supposed to sing with emotion? I don’t even know what I am saying!” I exclaimed as I threw my lyrics onto my bed in frustration.
Ryeowook blinked. He moved across my room and gathered the lyrics in his hands. He said something to Yesung in Korean, which only irritated me further. It was one thing for them to come over to practice a song in another language, but an entirely different thing for them to speak in it as well. I found that particularly rude that I could not understand them in my own house.
Yesung grabbed a pencil from my desk and took the musical sheets from Ryeowook. She settled on the floor for several minutes scribing below the finely printed Hangeul and my Romanization. When she was done she handed the whole thing back to me.
Now the paper held the notes scattered across it with the words I was supposed to be singing beneath them. Beneath my key were neatly printed English words. They didn’t line up precisely to any notes but it was clearly a translation of what I was supposed to be singing.
“Oh,” I said. Well that made a bit more sense.
I suppose knowing what I was saying made a difference, because this time when I sang through it with them, Yesung looked rather pleased with herself and Ryeowook was smiling widely. Apparently I had put enough emotion in it, to reach their satisfaction. I felt a bit better, knowing what it was that I was singing. Before that I could have been singing about tiny elf gnomes for all I knew. Now I just wondered if I would be able to do it live.
-o-o-o-o-o-
As far as I was concerned this was torture at its finest. I was taken from singing only to myself in the shower and forced to stand on stage to sing in front of others. By the time dress rehearsal came around, I was sure I would need another year at least to be ready.
Dress rehearsal felt more like a secret operation that anything. Heechul was convinced that we were still not allowed to see each other’s acts. I firmly believed that this was all due to the song I was singing and some strange notion that she wanted it to be a huge surprise. We were all reassured that during the show we would be able to watch everything in some way shape or form.
For now we were all contained in the large band room. Two back stage people with headsets and clipboards guarded the door. When it was time for a particular act they would gather the people and send them to the stage. It felt to me like we were in some strange form of prison.
Ten minutes in, Eunhyuk had pulled out a deck of cards and we had started a fierce game of go fish with Sungmin. Donghae had joined us shortly with Yesung and Ryeowook as well. It didn’t take long for the game to dissolve from there. Donghae and Eunhyuk were very blatantly giving each other hints. Ryeowook and Yesung were much more subtle about it but they were clearly cheating as well. Sungmin and I were forced to cheat with them just to make things fair.
When my name was called, I had to swallow a lump in my throat. I climbed to my feet and Yesung, Ryeowook, Donghae, and Siwon followed. We went through dress rehearsals to the satisfaction of Heechul since she was practically beaming when we were done. If I didn’t know any better I would say that her smile was one full of pride that her little pet project was going to work.
Once the rest of the acts had completed their rehearsals, Heechul declared we were done for the day and all was well, then she sent us on our way.
-o-o-o-o-o-
Friday after school, I returned home to change before heading back to the school for the show. When I opened my closet I experienced a brief moment of panic. I had no idea what to wear. Panicked, I called Eunhyuk. She was over a minute later with Leeteuk on her way shortly.
We had half of my wardrobe laid out on my bed when Leeteuk walked in. She promptly moved over to it and began sorting it into two unidentifiable piles. Once she was done she handed one to Eunhyuk to put away and spread the rest out on the bed.
“Which ones do Sungmin like the best on you?” she asked me.
“How am I supposed to know?” I asked.
She sighed. “Which ones are you wearing when he has made comments about your outfits?”
“I don’t know,” I muttered. I wasn’t aware I supposed to be logging these things away for later use.
“He says that blue brings out her eyes,” Eunhyuk said as she stuffed several shirts in my drawers.
Leeteuk hummed and went to work. I ended up in a pair of jeans and a soft blue sweater. The sweater was cut so that it lied horizontally straight across my body just over my chest. There were two thin straps over my shoulders to keep it up, but other than that my shoulders were bared. Leeteuk picked out the silver necklace with a small white stone hanging from it and the matching bracelet and forced me to put both on.
Now that I was dressed, Leeteuk dragged me to the bathroom and set to work on my hair. It was a good thing that my mother was a woman, because I would never had all the things they used if she had not been. My hair was curled and sprayed, piled and clipped, tucked and twisted until it resembled something that Leeteuk was satisfied with. I put up with it until she tried to attack me with makeup. At that point I was firmly and completely done.
She and Eunhyuk went their separate ways to get ready themselves and I headed back to the school, looking much too feminine for my liking. I met Ryeowook and Yesung back stage. Ryeowook muttered something in Korean and I scowled.
“He said you look very beautiful,” Yesung translated.
“Why can’t he just say that?” I asked her.
Ryeowook blushed lightly and Yesung grinned. “He gets embarrassed and isn’t completely sure if he is using the right words.”
I nodded in understanding and settled into the waiting room with a small knot of nervousness tightening in my stomach.
-o-o-o-o-o-
Heechul arrived dressed in a stunning red evening gown and her hair done up elegantly. She breezed around the room making sure that everything was set. Even though I hated her, I had to admit that she was beautiful. I think Hankyung and Siwon were both too busy staring at her to absorb a single word she said.
“Ok, this is going to be mostly like rehearsals except for you are all allowed to watch everything that is happening now,” she gestured to a large television screen in the back of the room. “The show will be streamed live for you all to see. You may stand and watch the act before and after you if you wish.”
Leeteuk stepped into the room and tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. She was dressed equally as beautifully as Heechul, in a deep purple evening gown that hugged her frame nicely. I watched as Kangin very nearly melted into a puddle of goo on the floor.
“Good luck everyone,” she said smiling brilliantly.
She and Heechul slipped from the room with the first act in tow. There was a clamor of noise, until the screen flickered to life and showed Heechul and Leeteuk standing side by side in front of the closed curtain. Both had note cards in one hand and a microphone in the other.
“Welcome to our 2009 talent show!” Leeteuk said smiling brightly.
“Our theme this year is around the world. You’ll be treated to some of the best talent of our school from a variety of cultures around the world,” Heechul said.
“We’ll be your hosts for the night. I’m Leeteuk.”
“And I’m Heechul. So just sit back and enjoy your trip.” They smiled and the spot light winked out. When it came back on they were gone and the curtains opened to reveal the freshmen group of girls who were performing a western line dance.
As the show progressed, I was certain I was going to throw up or perhaps simply die before I got on stage. How could I have ever agreed to do this? I could have just told them no, couldn’t I? In fact it wasn’t too late to do just that. Yesung shot me a glance as though she knew exactly what it was that I was planning and I gulped.
Instead I sat and watched the screen as my peers preformed. Hankyung preformed an elegant traditional dance which Heechul, when she came back on stage in a stunning black dress, attempted to mimic before announcing the next act. Henry played his violin while dancing on stage, creating one of the most impressive pieces of music that I had ever seen. Donghae and Eunhyuk preformed a dance together that was much more their style. That simply meant it was full of very impressive popping and body movements that I wasn’t sure any normal human could make.
Before I knew it I was being called to head behind stage because I was ‘on deck’. I gulped and followed Yesung out of the room. Ryeowook walked behind me as if he was afraid I would bolt in fear. We arrived backstage just in time to see Leeteuk slip into a blue cocktail dress. Heechul smirked at me and pulled on yet another dress. These women had changed clothing so often I had no idea how they did it.
We had apparently been called early enough to see the act before us. I smiled as I saw Sungmin on stage playing his guitar. He was grinning widely and doing what I could only describe as jamming to the music. Siwon was behind his drum set and Donghae was on the other side of the stage playing a guitar as well and looking as excited as Sungmin. In the middle of the stage Kangin was dancing around singing some song in a strange mix of rap, pop, and rock.
Leeteuk rolled her eyes at him. “Ridiculous.” I nodded and didn’t comment on the fact that I had noticed a tiny little smile on her face.
For some reason listening to the song helped me to relax at least a little bit. It was nice being able to see Sungmin having fun playing his guitar. At least this way I got to see him happy one last time before I ruined our relationship forever.
When they finished and the curtains closed Sungmin and Kangin moved off stage to the side opposite me. That was probably a good thing, since I was fairly certain wouldn’t be able to talk to him at the moment.
“Good luck,” Leeteuk whispered as she and Heechul slipped outside the curtain to complete their tasks of hosts.
I swallowed as I was pushed on stage and handed a microphone. Donghae had remained and was going to play guitar for my song and Siwon was still behind the drums. Ryeowook quickly helped to set up his keyboard, complete with a microphone he could easily sing into, and Yesung stood quietly beside him with a microphone of her own.
“Well that was an interesting treat,” I heard Leeteuk say from the other side of the curtain. I glanced sideways as I clenched the microphone in my hand. There stood Sungmin grinning and offering me two thumbs up. I was going to die.
“We have an even greater treat for you all now,” Heechul responded. “This is a song written and composed by one of our foreign exchange students. His name is Ryeowook. He wrote it for our very own Kyuhyun who will be singing it.”
“She would like to dedicate this song to her best friend. He has stood by her said through everything and there is something very important that she would like to tell him. This song will do just that.”
Great, I was now going to die, come back from the dead, and kill both of them as well. I couldn’t look at Sungmin. I knew he would be looking at me curiously and I couldn’t bear to meet his eyes. I should have just sucked it up and told him in the first place. Now the entire world would know just how I would feel.
I panicked at that thought and shifted to run off the stage. Yesung took two steps and grabbed my arm. “It’s in Korean, no one will know,” she hissed as if she read my mind. Oh, there was that.
Her grabbing me had been the last chance though because in the next seconds I heard Leeteuk say, “Without further ado, here is Kyuhyun with ‘Love U More’.”
As soon as she finished the curtains opened and light illuminated us. Yesung quickly shifted back to her spot. Ryeowook, Donghae, and Siwon began playing and I had two options: sing or stand there and look like an idiot. I chose to sing.
I don’t even know if I said any of the proper words or hit any of the right notes. I felt like I was singing on automatic. Yesung had promised that if I completely lost it, she and Ryeowook would take over and finish the song. They didn’t, so I suppose that means that I did alright.
Even as I let the last note fade I couldn’t move from my spot on the stage. Yesung, gently pushed me and hissed, “Move,” shoving me straight towards the side of the stage and inevitably, Sungmin.
I stumbled and nearly fell, until his arms surrounded me and held me upright. He was smiling one of his megawatt smiles that always made me feel a little light hearted. I smiled hesitantly back and straightened, smoothing out my sweater.
“Sungmin,” I said quietly.
“Kyuhyun,” he said happily. “That was amazing! You sing so well. You should sing more often! I didn’t know that you could sing in Korean.”
“Yeah,” I said quietly.
“The choir is totally going to want you to join them,” he gushed happily.
I looked at him, and as the next act began on stage, the realization swept over me. Heechul and Leeteuk’s plan had just come crashing down to ruin. Sungmin hadn’t understood a single word I had sung.
Chapter Seven
AN: So there you have it! Please don't kill me! -laughs- I really only foresee one maybe two more chapters to this little baby. It is so close to the end I can't wait! So what did you all think?
You Belong with Me
Chapter Six
I never thought that learning another language would be so difficult. Perhaps it wasn’t the language itself that was difficult, but the fact that I had to learn it well enough, in under a week, to be able to sing it with clarity.
Ryeowook was a very patient teacher. He started by attempting to teach me the Hangeul characters that made up the words. It made perfect sense how each character stood for a sound and then was combined with more characters to produce syllables and words. I didn’t really have an issue learning that portion, it was very logical in its construction. My problem came when I attempted to read it with any clarity or speed.
After I had stumbled through one line, Yesung, who was also aiding me, gave up on this attempt and decided to go to plan B. Her plan was to carefully articulate each word to me, while I wrote down the sounds I heard. Then I should be able to read the sounds back with a much higher level of speed since they were going to be written in a language I was familiar with.
It was an odd form of Romanization that seemed to work well for me. With my key sheet I could say the words with enough clarity that I could at least sing them. Yesung and Ryeowook were both pleased with my limited vocal ability and eager to work with me on improving it.
By the time the tryouts rolled around, I was fairly comfortable singing at least the chorus of the song. I stood on stage in front of the panel of judges that for some reason contained Heechul as well. Ryeowook accompanied me on the keyboard and both he and Yesung added in their backup vocals.
I thought our performance of the chorus was mediocre at best. My efforts to repeatedly convince Yesung and Ryeowook that they should take lead vocals and I would sing the background vocals were firmly denied. Despite my feelings of being subpar, Heechul declared that we had passed the moment my mouth closed. She hadn’t even confirmed with anyone else on the panel. I glared at her. This simply wasn’t fair.
Once we had been told that we were going to be part of the show, practice began for real. My life quickly shifted to school and then after that practice on the song with Ryeowook and Yesung. Three days into practice, Yesung declared that I wasn’t singing with enough emotion.
“How am I supposed to sing with emotion? I don’t even know what I am saying!” I exclaimed as I threw my lyrics onto my bed in frustration.
Ryeowook blinked. He moved across my room and gathered the lyrics in his hands. He said something to Yesung in Korean, which only irritated me further. It was one thing for them to come over to practice a song in another language, but an entirely different thing for them to speak in it as well. I found that particularly rude that I could not understand them in my own house.
Yesung grabbed a pencil from my desk and took the musical sheets from Ryeowook. She settled on the floor for several minutes scribing below the finely printed Hangeul and my Romanization. When she was done she handed the whole thing back to me.
Now the paper held the notes scattered across it with the words I was supposed to be singing beneath them. Beneath my key were neatly printed English words. They didn’t line up precisely to any notes but it was clearly a translation of what I was supposed to be singing.
“Oh,” I said. Well that made a bit more sense.
I suppose knowing what I was saying made a difference, because this time when I sang through it with them, Yesung looked rather pleased with herself and Ryeowook was smiling widely. Apparently I had put enough emotion in it, to reach their satisfaction. I felt a bit better, knowing what it was that I was singing. Before that I could have been singing about tiny elf gnomes for all I knew. Now I just wondered if I would be able to do it live.
-o-o-o-o-o-
As far as I was concerned this was torture at its finest. I was taken from singing only to myself in the shower and forced to stand on stage to sing in front of others. By the time dress rehearsal came around, I was sure I would need another year at least to be ready.
Dress rehearsal felt more like a secret operation that anything. Heechul was convinced that we were still not allowed to see each other’s acts. I firmly believed that this was all due to the song I was singing and some strange notion that she wanted it to be a huge surprise. We were all reassured that during the show we would be able to watch everything in some way shape or form.
For now we were all contained in the large band room. Two back stage people with headsets and clipboards guarded the door. When it was time for a particular act they would gather the people and send them to the stage. It felt to me like we were in some strange form of prison.
Ten minutes in, Eunhyuk had pulled out a deck of cards and we had started a fierce game of go fish with Sungmin. Donghae had joined us shortly with Yesung and Ryeowook as well. It didn’t take long for the game to dissolve from there. Donghae and Eunhyuk were very blatantly giving each other hints. Ryeowook and Yesung were much more subtle about it but they were clearly cheating as well. Sungmin and I were forced to cheat with them just to make things fair.
When my name was called, I had to swallow a lump in my throat. I climbed to my feet and Yesung, Ryeowook, Donghae, and Siwon followed. We went through dress rehearsals to the satisfaction of Heechul since she was practically beaming when we were done. If I didn’t know any better I would say that her smile was one full of pride that her little pet project was going to work.
Once the rest of the acts had completed their rehearsals, Heechul declared we were done for the day and all was well, then she sent us on our way.
-o-o-o-o-o-
Friday after school, I returned home to change before heading back to the school for the show. When I opened my closet I experienced a brief moment of panic. I had no idea what to wear. Panicked, I called Eunhyuk. She was over a minute later with Leeteuk on her way shortly.
We had half of my wardrobe laid out on my bed when Leeteuk walked in. She promptly moved over to it and began sorting it into two unidentifiable piles. Once she was done she handed one to Eunhyuk to put away and spread the rest out on the bed.
“Which ones do Sungmin like the best on you?” she asked me.
“How am I supposed to know?” I asked.
She sighed. “Which ones are you wearing when he has made comments about your outfits?”
“I don’t know,” I muttered. I wasn’t aware I supposed to be logging these things away for later use.
“He says that blue brings out her eyes,” Eunhyuk said as she stuffed several shirts in my drawers.
Leeteuk hummed and went to work. I ended up in a pair of jeans and a soft blue sweater. The sweater was cut so that it lied horizontally straight across my body just over my chest. There were two thin straps over my shoulders to keep it up, but other than that my shoulders were bared. Leeteuk picked out the silver necklace with a small white stone hanging from it and the matching bracelet and forced me to put both on.
Now that I was dressed, Leeteuk dragged me to the bathroom and set to work on my hair. It was a good thing that my mother was a woman, because I would never had all the things they used if she had not been. My hair was curled and sprayed, piled and clipped, tucked and twisted until it resembled something that Leeteuk was satisfied with. I put up with it until she tried to attack me with makeup. At that point I was firmly and completely done.
She and Eunhyuk went their separate ways to get ready themselves and I headed back to the school, looking much too feminine for my liking. I met Ryeowook and Yesung back stage. Ryeowook muttered something in Korean and I scowled.
“He said you look very beautiful,” Yesung translated.
“Why can’t he just say that?” I asked her.
Ryeowook blushed lightly and Yesung grinned. “He gets embarrassed and isn’t completely sure if he is using the right words.”
I nodded in understanding and settled into the waiting room with a small knot of nervousness tightening in my stomach.
-o-o-o-o-o-
Heechul arrived dressed in a stunning red evening gown and her hair done up elegantly. She breezed around the room making sure that everything was set. Even though I hated her, I had to admit that she was beautiful. I think Hankyung and Siwon were both too busy staring at her to absorb a single word she said.
“Ok, this is going to be mostly like rehearsals except for you are all allowed to watch everything that is happening now,” she gestured to a large television screen in the back of the room. “The show will be streamed live for you all to see. You may stand and watch the act before and after you if you wish.”
Leeteuk stepped into the room and tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. She was dressed equally as beautifully as Heechul, in a deep purple evening gown that hugged her frame nicely. I watched as Kangin very nearly melted into a puddle of goo on the floor.
“Good luck everyone,” she said smiling brilliantly.
She and Heechul slipped from the room with the first act in tow. There was a clamor of noise, until the screen flickered to life and showed Heechul and Leeteuk standing side by side in front of the closed curtain. Both had note cards in one hand and a microphone in the other.
“Welcome to our 2009 talent show!” Leeteuk said smiling brightly.
“Our theme this year is around the world. You’ll be treated to some of the best talent of our school from a variety of cultures around the world,” Heechul said.
“We’ll be your hosts for the night. I’m Leeteuk.”
“And I’m Heechul. So just sit back and enjoy your trip.” They smiled and the spot light winked out. When it came back on they were gone and the curtains opened to reveal the freshmen group of girls who were performing a western line dance.
As the show progressed, I was certain I was going to throw up or perhaps simply die before I got on stage. How could I have ever agreed to do this? I could have just told them no, couldn’t I? In fact it wasn’t too late to do just that. Yesung shot me a glance as though she knew exactly what it was that I was planning and I gulped.
Instead I sat and watched the screen as my peers preformed. Hankyung preformed an elegant traditional dance which Heechul, when she came back on stage in a stunning black dress, attempted to mimic before announcing the next act. Henry played his violin while dancing on stage, creating one of the most impressive pieces of music that I had ever seen. Donghae and Eunhyuk preformed a dance together that was much more their style. That simply meant it was full of very impressive popping and body movements that I wasn’t sure any normal human could make.
Before I knew it I was being called to head behind stage because I was ‘on deck’. I gulped and followed Yesung out of the room. Ryeowook walked behind me as if he was afraid I would bolt in fear. We arrived backstage just in time to see Leeteuk slip into a blue cocktail dress. Heechul smirked at me and pulled on yet another dress. These women had changed clothing so often I had no idea how they did it.
We had apparently been called early enough to see the act before us. I smiled as I saw Sungmin on stage playing his guitar. He was grinning widely and doing what I could only describe as jamming to the music. Siwon was behind his drum set and Donghae was on the other side of the stage playing a guitar as well and looking as excited as Sungmin. In the middle of the stage Kangin was dancing around singing some song in a strange mix of rap, pop, and rock.
Leeteuk rolled her eyes at him. “Ridiculous.” I nodded and didn’t comment on the fact that I had noticed a tiny little smile on her face.
For some reason listening to the song helped me to relax at least a little bit. It was nice being able to see Sungmin having fun playing his guitar. At least this way I got to see him happy one last time before I ruined our relationship forever.
When they finished and the curtains closed Sungmin and Kangin moved off stage to the side opposite me. That was probably a good thing, since I was fairly certain wouldn’t be able to talk to him at the moment.
“Good luck,” Leeteuk whispered as she and Heechul slipped outside the curtain to complete their tasks of hosts.
I swallowed as I was pushed on stage and handed a microphone. Donghae had remained and was going to play guitar for my song and Siwon was still behind the drums. Ryeowook quickly helped to set up his keyboard, complete with a microphone he could easily sing into, and Yesung stood quietly beside him with a microphone of her own.
“Well that was an interesting treat,” I heard Leeteuk say from the other side of the curtain. I glanced sideways as I clenched the microphone in my hand. There stood Sungmin grinning and offering me two thumbs up. I was going to die.
“We have an even greater treat for you all now,” Heechul responded. “This is a song written and composed by one of our foreign exchange students. His name is Ryeowook. He wrote it for our very own Kyuhyun who will be singing it.”
“She would like to dedicate this song to her best friend. He has stood by her said through everything and there is something very important that she would like to tell him. This song will do just that.”
Great, I was now going to die, come back from the dead, and kill both of them as well. I couldn’t look at Sungmin. I knew he would be looking at me curiously and I couldn’t bear to meet his eyes. I should have just sucked it up and told him in the first place. Now the entire world would know just how I would feel.
I panicked at that thought and shifted to run off the stage. Yesung took two steps and grabbed my arm. “It’s in Korean, no one will know,” she hissed as if she read my mind. Oh, there was that.
Her grabbing me had been the last chance though because in the next seconds I heard Leeteuk say, “Without further ado, here is Kyuhyun with ‘Love U More’.”
As soon as she finished the curtains opened and light illuminated us. Yesung quickly shifted back to her spot. Ryeowook, Donghae, and Siwon began playing and I had two options: sing or stand there and look like an idiot. I chose to sing.
I don’t even know if I said any of the proper words or hit any of the right notes. I felt like I was singing on automatic. Yesung had promised that if I completely lost it, she and Ryeowook would take over and finish the song. They didn’t, so I suppose that means that I did alright.
Even as I let the last note fade I couldn’t move from my spot on the stage. Yesung, gently pushed me and hissed, “Move,” shoving me straight towards the side of the stage and inevitably, Sungmin.
I stumbled and nearly fell, until his arms surrounded me and held me upright. He was smiling one of his megawatt smiles that always made me feel a little light hearted. I smiled hesitantly back and straightened, smoothing out my sweater.
“Sungmin,” I said quietly.
“Kyuhyun,” he said happily. “That was amazing! You sing so well. You should sing more often! I didn’t know that you could sing in Korean.”
“Yeah,” I said quietly.
“The choir is totally going to want you to join them,” he gushed happily.
I looked at him, and as the next act began on stage, the realization swept over me. Heechul and Leeteuk’s plan had just come crashing down to ruin. Sungmin hadn’t understood a single word I had sung.
Chapter Seven
AN: So there you have it! Please don't kill me! -laughs- I really only foresee one maybe two more chapters to this little baby. It is so close to the end I can't wait! So what did you all think?