Rappers' Slave (Kpop Fan Fiction) [DISCONTINUING]

Chapter One

A/N: I have to admit. I was nervous while writing there, cause I really don't know what I am writing. I am feeling high. But I hope it turns out good. Please vote for it and follow me.

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Lee Sung Ji's POV
It has been three years I have started working here. Though I was underage that time, I got the job cause I had that attitude that my boss likes. That determination and kindness. I am not the only one who is underage when they got here. Probably there were two boys like me. I am friends with everyone here, I see all people equal. But sometimes people that are higher and more powerful should be treated better.

I don't have a family, my parents died in a accident when I was thirteen. My mom was pregnant that time, but they all died in the car accident. I survived that hell. My aunts, uncles, cousins never even bothered to adopt me. My grandparents are all dead. I was left alone. But I never felt alone, I have everyone from work.

Today was Sunday, so I didn't have school. But I still study my lessons in the bar before getting ready for work. That's all I can do as working student. I am lucky to be consistent in my studies. There was two hours left before the bar opens.

I live in an apartment, a few walks from where I work, but a bit far from school. Luckily I live there for free. Because the owner of the bar I work for is the owner if the apartment. But just to say, the bar I work in isn't some bar where whore works on. It's where Hip Hop rolls.

After 1 hour and 45 mins.
"Hey! Ji get ready." said Hani on the doorway of the lockers room (A/N: It's not practically the one for school. It's where the workers put there clothes and stuff).

"I am already changed. What am I gonna get ready for?" I said still reading your History book.

"Make yourself pretty. I am sure idols will be coming later, I hope." She mumbled the last word as you all knew few idols only come.

"I don't need to. It's not like I like them or they will like me."

"Come on, your nineteen next year. Have fun about boys."

"Unnie, you know I'm not into that."

"Fine, but lets see if a idol suddenly likes you. You might also like him-"

"Unnie, can you-"

"No! And have you heard what our boss said?"

"What?"

"A slave for rappers!"

"That's not true. How is that-"

"Pabo! It's like you change bosses every week, maybe everyday. It depends on them."

"There is no way that's gonna happen. And-

"And if it does you will be the one perfect."

"Unnie, I don't plan to work for different guys. The word 'slave' makes it sound bad. They should have used personal assistant or something."

"Just do it! You know, you might end up with your crush." She said giggling.

"What? I-"

"I Jung Hani allow you to have a relationship with-"

"What are you saying?! I don't like any idol!" I screamed.

"Okay okay! I was just joking!" She said chuckling.

I stood up and fixed herself in the mirror. I tied her hair in a bun. Applied powder and bloody red lipstick. Then looked at myself in the mirror. I wore black skinny jeans, black v-neck shirt and black high cut converse.

What if that is true? Should I even think of getting that job? What if they are abusive? Pervert? That will make me hate them.

"Everyone! Lets get started!" My boss cheered. We went to our counters. The lights turned down, making the place darker. And the music starts to play.

"There will be a lot coming tonight. Bang Yongguk is coming." Warned my boss. I gave a nod with a smile.

'Why did he just warn us now? Aish, I should have prepared stuff to... why am I even thinking these things. But I really want a picture of him with me. Thank God, I brought my phone.' I taught as nervousness came over me.

After 2 hours
Now Yongguk will be having his performance. The bar was filled with people. The crowd started cheering. As he step into the stage, more screamed. As he started rapping, the people started listening.

I was still busy serving the costumer. Seems like broken people still come here, asking me to give the strongest we have to serve. The others started kissing in the end of the room. A lot went in the bathroom, for sure.

I didn't notice that he was done performing, he went down the stage and sat on a couch with a bunch of guys. The people who watched him, just went back to their business.

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A/N: That's where I will stop it. I am sorry for this short chapter. I am also sorry for the wrong grammar and spelling. Please do vote, and don't forget to follow me.