Playboy, Flowerboy
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FANFIC BASED OFF OF B1A4'S 'SLEEP WELL GOODNIGHT' MV
B1A4 is the name of one of the five most popular boys at Yonsei Academy. Being at the top of the social scale, they were penned to be snarky playboys that got whatever they want due to their parents' influence in society. But they were complete opposite, total princes, and in turn, treated their girlfriends like princesses. They would stop fights and were among the top thirty students in school as well. The only thing that came with them from the stereotype was the jealousy of others. All of B1A4's lives were perfect and priveleged -- at least that's what everyone else thought.
Kang ____ (you), however, knew the other half of the story. You're middle class through and through -- and nearly polar opposite from everyone at Yonsei Academy. Well, aside from the fact that your grades were good enough to get you scholarship money and acceptance into the school. However, your family had their unfair share of problems, ranging from relationships to financial. That meant you had to find other means of getting your tuition paid. In short, you were working your way up to being one of Seoul's female DJs. And when you enter YA in the final semester, you know you've seen B1A4 and other girls before.
Foreword
You finished the last mix with a snippet of one of your own songs. To be honest that snippet was the chorus and all you had done so far, but hey, a song was a song. As it came to a close the host came up with a mic in one hand and his other rested on the pocket where your pay was. He started talking to the crowd, hyping them up for the last DJs that would be mixing before the club closed for the night.
"At the end, I didn't know that song. None of you guys did either, eh?"
The crowd answered with an array of sounds interpreted as a no.
"Hey ____, that was one of the songs off your EP, yeah?"
You smirked before replying, "You know my style too well -- I'm doing good if an old man like you thinks something's different though."
He slung his arm around your shoulder and messed up your hair. "Eh, I'll miss you being around here so much, kid. You sure as hell better be back during breaks!"
You slipped the envelope from his pocket into your hands. You laughed in reply and turned to the crowd. " school, free me!"
The crowd roared again and you slung your bags over your shoulders before exiting the stage. It was creeping towards 2 a.m. and you were leaving slightly behind schedule. Your family knew about your love for music, what you did with it, however, was unknown. The only way you kept it up was by staying after school to study (aka sleep) and come home around dinner to eat then get ready for the night. After your set you'd get paid and sneak back in to your house to sleep before school.
As you pushed your way out, someone caught your arm.
"Yah--!" You turned and arched your knee up.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down," the guy said and blocked his crotch. "I just wanted to say you did good."
"Thanks," you replied and looked back at the exit.
"Stay a while, I'll buy you a drink," he said. The guy was from the group of five that came to the club regularly, and from the way they acted, they couldn't have been legal age. Then again, there were a lot of es twenty-five and over that came here. But you couldn't say much about who belonged here since you were still eighteen.
"Sorry, I really can't."
"Come on girl," he whispered in your ear. He winked as if that would make you melt and agree. And honestly, you would've stayed and had the drink because damn -- the guy and his friends were hot as hell. It's not like you'd let them know that though.
"No. And if you want to get some go ask one of those girls by your friends, I'm sure they'd be more than happy." You told him bluntly before shaking off his arm and leaving the club.
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