Rania’s “Dr. Feel Good" | Seungri’s (VI) “Strong Baby” 

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Kai’s POV~

I parked my car up front to Seoul Beats, tossing my keys at the kid whose job it was to park cars.

“You dent it or scratch it; you can say good-bye to this pathetic job.” I threatened. He gave me a bow in fear and walked off. Heh, must be a new kid.

I walked into the club, not even needing to show the jumper my ID as I’m a regular. The club wasn’t as packed as it usually was; then again it’s a Wednesday. Tons of teens and adults were grinding up on each other in the middle of the dance floor, some already too intoxicated to even stand as they lean against the wall or are completely passed out on the nearby couches. The music was blasting through the stereos, setting the mood for this night.

I sat down at the bar in the back of the room, sitting where I usually sat. I ordered a drink and as it was being made, I felt a pair of hands wrap themselves around me from behind. Her hair cascaded down as it gently brushed against my shoulder when she whispered,

“Don’t you look lonely.” I turned around and saw the school’s queenka standing before me. Her bejeweled cocktail dress outlined her perfect S-line and her legs went on for miles with her red high heeled shoes.

“Not anymore.” I replied. She sat down beside me and wrapped her thin arms around one of mine, leaning in as her head rested on my shoulder.

“So what was this important information you had to tell me about in person?” I asked, remembering why she invited me here in the first place. My drink came and she ordered one herself. I took a sip out of mine, relaxing as the familiar burning feel of alcohol came when it smoothly slid down my throat.

“You heard about that new chick, Park Eunjae?” I gulped down a final sip from my drink and asked for another. Park Eunjae, rings a bell…

Then I remembered it was that nerd who gave me her locker.

“What about her?” I’m curious as to why the queenka would have such an interest for the new kid. She’s nothing special as far as I see. Maybe she just wants to have some fun messing with her, if I had to guess.

“You know she’s a scholar right?” The queenka informed me after taking a sip from her drink. I scoffed and replied,

“Obviously. You saw her appearance?” I thought this would be a perfect time to squeeze in a compliment as I leaned in, whispering into her ear,

“But then again, everyone looks low-class in comparison to you and your beauty.” I winked and she gave me a sly smirk, one that lots of girls give to try and play it off coolly. Gotcha.

“Well since you seem to know so much about her already; did you know she has a photographic memory?” This got my attention. Usually I’d ignore the queenka’s information on the smart nerds, telling me how they can do our homework and make sure we have smooth sailing for the rest of the year. But this information is something new.

“She’s managed to have perfect test scores throughout the entire region, never failing to get anything lower than a 99%. Her current GPA is 4.8.” Even I was amazed. The highest you could get was a perfect 4, yet she went above and beyond.

“What is she, a freshman?” I asked, wanting to know more. The queenka finished her drink and ordered another as she answered,

“Yeah, but get this; most of her classes are for juniors and/or seniors.” I pondered on this for a second; I didn’t bother attending most of my classes today since it would just be about self-introductions and such. I’ll check my classes tomorrow to see if I have any classes with her.

“So what did you have in mind about her?” I asked, swirling my drink in its glass, starring into its blood-red color.

“Wow, I knew you were failing classes but I figured you’d have some common sense.” She scoffed. I clenched my jaw, quite aware of how my academic grades aren’t up to standards.

“Get her to help you out in your grades, or get her to do your work. Whichever is more to your appeal. Play around with her a little; maybe you’ll have some fun.” She clarified.

A little smirk couldn’t help but escape my lips.

This could be fun.

“Look at you trying to look out for me.” I cooed into her neck, making sure my warm breath hit against it, teasing her.

“Did you only wanna see me tonight to tell me that?” I s my arms around her ant sized waist, pulling her in closer as I teased,

“Or did you wanna play as well?” Her knee grazed against my thigh and she gave me a quick kiss before slowly standing up.

“Maybe another time. Father wants me to be up and early tomorrow for some interview.”

“Hmph, you’re no fun.” I pouted. She gave me a quick kiss and left, leaving me to sit there and finish my drink by myself.

I weighed down my options after some thought. It was true I was failing some of my classes to begin with and my GPA wasn’t that great. After all, I got into the school with my father’s power and money; I figured the rest were just unnecessary details I wouldn’t have to deal with.

However, I’m pretty sure if anything, I could’ve gotten in with raw talent through dancing. But who wants to be known as a scholar? Tch, no one.

“Kai, do you know how I’ve become such a powerful man in Seoul?” My father asked me as we were sitting in his study, discussing his newest company.

I’ve heard this so many times before, the thought never leaving my brain as he always etched it into my memory.

“You have to do whatever it takes to get what you want in life. You don’t get anywhere unless you care for yourself, and only yourself, when you use everyone else as a mere stepping stone. Do you understand that?” I nodded automatically, as if I’ve been programmed to do so.

“Good, then why are you failing your classes?”

I finished my drink and ordered another one. I was a pretty good drinker, knowing when to stop. This one’s gonna be my last one and then I’ll leave, not really in the mood.

“Kai I don’t plan on keeping you if you’ll only burden me with your weight. Do you want to end up like you’re pathetic sister?”

I held back any foul words threatening to escape my mouth. How could he say something like that about his own daughter, let alone my noona?

I shook my head and replied,

“No father.” And he replied in a stern voice,

“Good, then make sure you don’t become the laughing stock of our family name. Remember what I told you Kai. That is all.” He said, dismissing me as a boss would do to his worker, rather than a father would to his own son.

I took one final shot of my drink, paid the bartender, and planned to leave Seoul Beats - my mood not being the best it’s been.

As I got up from the bar, some decided it was fine to wrap her arms around mine.

“Hey cutie, care to dance?” Tch, I don’t bother wasting my time with these low-class people.

“With you? Not in a million years.” I said, not even caring about her look of hurt and surprise.

I sat down in my car and looked at the time; 23:47. Crap, I didn’t think it’d be this late. I was hoping to get a good night’s rest, but looks like I won’t be getting any of that.

As I was driving on the road and stopped at a red light, I rested my elbow on the steering wheel, thinking about her. I couldn’t help but cringe as I remembered her face.

She was just so … plain. There was nothing special about her, from her body or face. I already plan on using her brain to get me out of my low grades, but toying with her little heart could be a bonus.

Park Eunjae, get ready to have your heart broken.