Choreo God

A/N~~~~~An idea of what I have in mind for Se-Ah and Yugyeom's dance in the middle of the song, just picture it raining and an umbrella as a prop. As GOT7 performs, the couple would still be dancing in the background. ( 1 MILLION DANCE STUDIO on YT (Say you won't let go video) I have actually put the choreo to the music, I have written and it works, not perfect but works. MY MUSIC: https://soundcloud.com/sihyas-moon/thunder (if you were curious..)~~~~~

Yugyeom's POV

I started walking towards her. I was as nervous as she was. There were going to be some mistakes but we had all seen her dance and knew how talented she was. "Ready?" She stared at me. Her beautiful eyes looked like two shiny coins. I laughed and took her hand. "You got this, come on." She followed me, quietly.

The music started and I began to move with her, not doing the choreo but just moving. I needed her to loosen up. I think I was shaking as much as she was. I looked over at the others and all of them had big, shit-eating, grins on their faces. I glared at them and they stopped.

Se-Ah started moving with me, her body starting to respond to the music and my closeness. After a few minutes, the music stopped. "Are you ready? I will guide you." She finally looked up at me and nodded. J B started the music again and we began the choreo. I was actually shocked when she could do the majority of it after only watching it a few times.

The lifts were skipped as I wasn't sure she was ready yet. I mean one of them had her wrapped around my waist. So we repeated the rest of the choreo a few times. When we finished, the others clapped. I noticed Jackson clap a few times then get up and walk out the door. Se-Ah noticed too. "Excuse me just a minute." She walked towards the door and followed Jackson out.

Se-Ah's POV

I had seen the way Jackson was looking at me and it worried me. I didn't want any of the guys to dislike me and I wanted to resolve this for the sake of the group. I followed him out. He stood by the water fountain, his hand resting on the wall, his forehead resting on his arm. I stepped up and tapped his shoulder. "Jackson? Can I talk to you, please?"

He turned his head without removing it from his arm. He just stared at me, so I continued. " I will quit if you want me to. I am not sure what I have done but I only thought that all of you wanted me included. I get nothing from this except my name beside yours. I am a nobody who got a lucky chance to be with one of her favorite groups. But , I will go away if it makes you so very uncomfortable." He stared at me, not speaking.

I stood there. I didn't know what was wrong and didn't want to make any more assumptions than I already had. He stood straight and turned. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the wall "Kabadon" style. "What are you getting out of this? You have to have made some deal to be here. I do not like people using my friends to catapult to stardom or make a name for themselves."

I finally understood. He was worried for his friends and the group. "I would never do that. I don't think you understand what being here means to me." He looked at me funny but held his position. I took a deep breath and lifted the corner of my shirt. A long jagged scar ran across my side down into the waistband of my pants. It was pink with age but still fairly obvious. "I got this when I was 10. My parents and I were in a car wreck. A piece of the window had lodged into my side. I had to have surgery to repair inside and I was in the hospital for weeks."

He glared. I know he was thinking something along the lines, of 'oh what a sob story to gain my trust'. But I continued. " While in the hospital, a older nurse would come in a sit with me. She always asked what I wanted to do when I got older. I told her about wanting to be an actor. She always encouraged me." He stood straight, releasing me from the cage and listened.

"About a week after we had the accident, the same nurse came in a told me that my father had passed. I cried so much. She took out her phone and started playing "Just Right." The first time I listened to the song, I was still crying. By the third time, I was trying to memorize the words. By the sixth time, I could sing and was watching the video to learn the choreo. Your song saved me." He stepped away from me and turned around. "Jackson, I would never hurt you or the guys. GOT7 is the only reason, I didn't give up. You see, my mom had passed in the wreck, my dad was all I had left." (( wow that is cliche))

He turned and looked at me, nodded and wrapped his arms around me in a big brotherly hug. " I am sorry Se-Ah. I shouldn't have judged you before knowing you. I do that sometimes and I am sorry." I chuckled and pushed him away. "As long as you will be my friend, I will forgive you. Even though there is nothing to forgive." He nodded and squeezed me tight. I looked at the window of the practice room. The other guys had their faces squished together, watching the spectacle.

Jackson and I walked back into the room together and the guys 'nuggied' him and the atmosphere relaxed. I was calmer now and looked at Yugyeom, "Let's do the whole choreo. I think I can get this down today. Then you just have to help me add the singing with it." He smiled, such a beautiful smile, his eyes turning into little upside down smiles. We moved to the floor and J B started the music.

By the end of the early evening I had the dance down. The hardest part was the lifts. We had even tried to add the lyrics in but I needed more work on that. Tomorrow was another day and we made plans to meet back the next morning for more practice.

I bowed to the guys as they huddled together. "This is one of the most special things I could be doing in my life right now. Thank you for wanting to include me. I will see you tomorrow." They bowed back and I left the practice room. Tomorrow would be a good day. Tonight, I wanted to work on making sure my singing was stable with my dancing so I wouldn't embarrass myself tomorrow when we performed together for the first time.