F4: Sunflowers ‖ 𝓵.𝓱

2.

the real f4

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"Oh, look Dahyun! Aren't those boys in the same school as you?" Asked Dahyun's mom excitedly.

Dahyun came from the kitchen with the things to prepare the table for her family to have dinner. The girl gazed for a second at the television, only to find the news praising the F4 members and their crazily rich families.

As if not everyone already knew, the entertainment reporter began to make a small review of each member.

"Na Jaemin, the direct heir to the CEO of the most important Korean culture exporter company, and the youngest of the group. At his young age, he owns his personal photography exhibition studio and is constantly collaborating with prestigious brands. Most people point to him as the kindest person on earth."

"Yeah, kind my foot," the girl thought, "he's a well-known playboy, he has never been seen with the same girl two nights in a row. A natural flirt."

"Lee Jeno, is the youngest son of the CEO of the largest telecommunications company in the country, with several subsidiaries in other Asian countries. Not just that, they also own a couple of the most prestigious clubs in Seoul. Well known for his sharp amazing visuals, insane body shape, and his irresistible eye smile. His whole aura radiates a royalty vibe."

"Not so perfect though," once again Dahyun interrupted the reporter on her mind, "there are many doubts about the legality of his family's income. Not to mention he's Jaemin's 'hang out' partner. Once again, never seen with the same girl twice."

"Huang Renjun, grandson of the owner of the largest Chinese trading company in Asia. He came to study in Korea to be the manager of the future next branch of said company. The artist of the group. His social media is full of drawings and paintings, rarely uploads his own photos."

"Too mysterious to be trustful." Dahyun thought. "Quiet, reserved. Some say he is moody."

And the worst of them, according to the girl. F4 doesn't have an official leader, but It's like everyone takes for granted that he fits perfectly that role.

"Lee Haechan. The direct heir to the CEO of the most important telephone company in Korea, and the third-largest in the world. Jeno's cousin. Both companies are considered the pillars of the country's economy. Also considered the 'it boy' of this generation. Charismatic, handsome, well-spoken, the dream of everyone out there."

"Such a spoiled rich jerk!" The girl exclaimed on her head. "Always with a smirk on his face. Always expects everyone to do what he wants. The biggest idiot I've ever met."

"Dahyun!" Her father exclaimed, bringing her back to reality.

"W-what?" She said, trying to focus on the present. Soon she realized what she was doing. Her knuckles were white from squeezing the spoon.

"If you are not going to serve yourself rice, then stop mashing it, you are going to turn it into a puree!" Her father joked, laughing a little.

"Oh, sorry."

"And?" Her mom asked. "Are they?" She pointed to the TV screen.

"Oh, yeah, they study there too," she said with no trace of emotion in her voice. Sure, she thought, they do everything but study.

"Look, they are pointed as the future of the country. They must have amazing grades," her mom said while serving the food.

"Yeah, amazingly paid for them," Dahyun mumbled to herself.