Lyrics S.C

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You have been working on lyrics all afternoon in a coffee shop. You were on your third coffee and you just couldn't finish your verse. You had been writing lyrics for a while now but had never shared them to anyone to go but you were scared of people's judgment.

You groaned and shut down your notebook. You were definitely not presenting this in front of people. You drank your coffee then got up and went back to your apartment. 

You worked a bit for school when you arrived in your flat then got ready to go to the open stage. You decided to go anyway but just to see what other artists will present. You put your clothes that you bought last week just for the occasion. 

You went to the place where the open stage was held and frown when you saw more people than expected. Then you understood, Changbin, an idol from a group you love was there. "Why is he there," you thought. He didn't have anything to prove... 

You were happy to have not finished your lyrics because there is no way you would have had the guts to go on stage when Changbin was here. He was one of your favourite lyricists, he had a way with words that you wanted to have. 

You were at the back of the room when he got on the stage. Your eyes locked with his and you frowned as his face lit up and he smiled at you. You looked behind you but no one was there.  He took a mic and began rapping. Your eyes widen as you recognized the lyrics you were writing this afternoon. You quickly looked in your bag, indeed to see that your notebook wasn't there. You turned back to him and listened to how he delivered what you wrote. You noticed that he had finished your lyrics, writing the end and it was really beautiful. 

Everybody applauded as he let someone else show their talent. You stayed at the back of the room, still wondering why he did that when he just appeared in front of you with a big smile. 

"Hi! You forgot that on your table earlier and I couldn't help but read your lyrics," he admitted. "You have talent," he looked at you deep in the eyes. "You should share those, look at how people liked the last one!"

You blushed and thanked him, taking your notebook back. 

"I don't have your talent at rapping, I can only write lyrics," you said, looking down because he was intimidating. 

"How about I teach you how to rap and you help me writing lyrics for my group?" 

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