Rollin' Rollin' - Double A http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTOrqOfa6k0     ------------------------- Narrator’s P.O.V:     Ever since Choi Junhong was little, he had nothing but doting noonas around him.   “Junhong-ah! Follow noona!” Hana would call to him with an energetic wave.   “Junhong, let’s go. Hurry up.” Hayoung would impatiently sigh.   With every reply of, ‘yes, noona’, Junhong would obediently follow his sisters’ commands. Of course, he didn’t necessarily hate being the youngest, but there were just times when he wanted someone to call him oppa. He was constantly getting belittled and brushed off because he was a ‘kid’, but he wanted to be depended on.   He’d never known that ‘oppa’ would be the word that he’d soon get tired of hearing.   ----------------------   “Oppa,” Junhong sub-consciously felt a light shake on his arm. “Zelo oppa.”   In the back of his mind, he heard an almost inaudible huff, and in one strong push, he was shoved off of the couch, “Wake UP!”   Instantly, Zelo’s eyes shot open and his arms and legs flailed around, “AH—“   Bam! In a frantic flurry, Zelo hit the cold linoleum floor with a painful thud. A playful giggle escaped the figure’s lips as she lazed on the couch.   “Ow, ow, oww…” The blonde muttered and rubbed his backside, the other hand rubbing his eyes, “Who the—Jung Haeyeon!”     The not-so-little Haeyeon, both with long limbs and shoulder length hair, swiped her fringe to the side with a laugh, “Guilty as charged!”   Zelo let out a muffled groan and heaved himself up to a stand, “You didn’t have to injure me to wake me up, you know.” Still sleepy, he collapsed onto the single chair beside her.   Haeyeon, clad in her neat school uniform, stuck a tongue out at him. She was a senior in high school, and she had been enrolled at the Sunkwang Academy for the Elite on a scholarship, just like Daehyun. She had also skipped a grade due to her superior academic performances.   Furthermore, Haeyeon also had a part-time job at Inkigayo. Her job was to go to the waiting rooms of different idols and singers and let them know when they had to prepare for their performance. Juggling high school life and a part-time job wasn’t easy, but Haeyeon managed to do it.   Little nine-year old Haeyeon wasn’t so little anymore. She had matured into a woman.   “I’m assuming you just came back from school.” Zelo raised an eyebrow, eyes flicking to the hem of her skirt for a split second, “Don’t you think that that skirt’s a tad too short?”   “Huh?” Haeyeon blinked at her skirt and rolled her eyes, “You always say that. You were fine when Hana unnie wore it, though.”   Zelo shook his head in pity, “And now I understand why Daehyun hyung was so overprotective of her. I feel like I’m letting my daughter run around in a high school infested with rich men. Young, fertile men.”   “Fertile—what the hell?!” Haeyeon gave him a disgusted look and hopped off the couch, “That’s way too graphic.”   Zelo let out a snicker and patted her head, “I’m just kidding. I’d probably kill the guys that tried to lay a finger on you.”   “…R-Really?” Haeyeon did a double-take as her cheeks slowly inflamed with colour.   “Yeah, of course,” Junhong grinned, “Isn’t that a brother’s natural instinct to his little sister?”   Haeyeon’s hopeful expression morphed into a large grimace as Zelo her hair. Frowning, Haeyeon quickly patted down her ponytails and stood up, hands on hips. “Yeah, whatever. I just came to tell you that you’re up on stage in 10 minutes.”   Zelo, who was sipping from his water bottle, turned to stare at her, “Already?”   “Mmhm.” She took off her blazer and slipped on a baggy jacket, securing a headset over her head.   Zelo stood up, stretching. On her headset, Haeyeon pressed a button, “Zelo to backstage. Prepare MR recording.”   A few seconds later, the receiver replied, “Roger.”    “Come on, superstar,” Haeyeon lopsidedly grinned, “Showtime.”   Zelo smirked, ruffled his messily styled blonde hair, and stared at her with his sharp eyes lined with dark eyeliner and stage makeup, “Right behind you.”   Haeyeon pushed the door open and led him down the hallway. By the time they reached backstage, they could already hear the chants of fans outside, cheering, “Zelo! Zelo! Zelo!”   Hearing the roar and calamity of the audience just a few feet away made him burst with excitement. This was it. He had fulfilled his dream. He was one of the most famous rappers in Korea. He was finally a cultural icon.   Haeyeon slipped on his earphone fashioned with his logo, a bunny styled letter ‘Z’, and winked, “Go get ‘em.”   Smiling the smile that dazzled Haeyeon when she was only six, he nodded once and ran out onto the stage. Instantly, screams and cheers filled it.   As his track began to play, adrenaline filled Zelo’s veins. On stage, he was no longer Choi Junhong, a rich boy from Kangnam. He was Zelo, the musician famous for his super speedy LTE rap and head-bopping compositions. As he raised the microphone to his lips and spit out his first few words, he could taste it.   The rewarding flavour of victory.   -----------------------------------   “Great performance, Zelo.” Zico—an also renowned and multi-talented rapper—lightly bumped his fist against Zelo’s as the latter instantly bowed, “Thank you, sunbae.”   Speedily, Zelo’s eyes scanned the hallways for someone particularly important. Zico and his group, Block B, was in charge of ending the list of performances, so he knew that Haeyeon would be finished her job for the day.   “Amazing performance, sunbae!” A group of girls called Hello Venus giggled and bowed as they passed by. Zelo awkwardly bowed, as well. He still wasn’t used to being called ‘sunbae’.     As if on cue, a small twinkle caught Zelo’s eye as he noticed two familiar brown ponytails bobbing up and down. He traced the sound of her laugh, and no doubt, it was Haeyeon.   The blonde perked up and waved, calling her name, but stopped midway when he noticed that she was chatting animatedly to six dashing young males.   “Yah, Kim Wonshik, stop making a fool of yourself.” The leader, N, rolled his eyes. Haeyeon giggled as Wonshik, a.k.a Ravi, glared at him behind his back and stuck out his tongue.   “Reaaaaal mature, hyungs.” Hyuk, the youngest, laughed. Ken yelped, “Let me in on the fun! I wanna make faces behind the leader’s bac