Cruel Reality [B1A4 Fanfic]

The Meeting

Julie's POV

We filmed the MV and had photoshoots for the past week.
The photoshoots was done fast but I hated it when other people touched my hair.
I like styling my own hair and putting my own make up, although I rarely do.

"Be ready for tomorrow. Sleep early and don't be late. I'll kill you if you do." Eunha eonni told me before we left for home after a last minute photoshoot for the album.
I really will sleep early.
I haven't had a decent sleep since last month.

"Sujeong." Hyungdon called.
"Ne?"
He smiled. "Goodluck tomorrow. Fighting!" He lifted his fist.
I smiled in return and went to sleep.

***
The stylist sprayed something on my hair.
"Jamkkanmaniyo!" I said covering my hair with my palms.
"Bwoya?" She asked.
"What brand is that? My scalp is really sensitive." I said.
"Don't be ridiculous. This is the only mousse we have. Don't be picky and just let me do your hair."
I didn't have any other choice so I gave in.

"Jung Cj?" A staff asked.
I raised my hand.
"Your on in 10 minutes. Goodluck." She said and left.
Yes, my stage name would be hyungdon's surname and Cj for Chin Jeong.
I don't know but to me it sounds really weird.
It apparently means "Precious Innocence/Silence".

My head suddenly felt a bit swollen.
"Cj, you're up."
"Ne."
As I got onto stage I felt a terrible itch on my scalp.
Oh god, not now.
I ignored it and tried to change my mood.
The song was about a beautiful girl who developed Dissociative Identity Disorder (previously known as Multiple Personality Disorder). Will boys like her?
How will she, I in this case, act if the person I like knows of my disorder?
I gotta focus.
But the itch was terribly annoying.
Add that the lights onstage was blinding and I have no idea where to look.
In between the dances when my supposed personality would be irritable, I scratched my scalp to ease the itch but making it look as if it's part of the choreography.

My debut ended fairly well, but with a swollen scalp.
The stylist was scolded for not being careful with my skin but it's really not her fault.
It's my unbelievably sensitive skin.

Eunha eonni sighed as she drove me home.
"That bitch should be fired." She spat.
"Eonni-ah, hajima." I told her.
"You and your terrible temper should calm down." I added.
"You had to cancel your interview tonight because of her carelessness! You're a rookie, Sujeong! You need promotions!" She angrily said.
I sighed as she went on and on about how popularity is a huge factor in succeeding in this industry.
I zoned out most of it tho.
I don't need more stress. I have school tomorrow.

***
I tried my best to balance out school, perfomances, interviews and shootings for a month.
I wasn't promoted in pre-debut so I wasn't that known.
I still really wonder why Woollim took the risk in making me debut tho, even when I'm still 13. I mean 14 in Korean standards.

"Annyeong! Please give me your autograph! I love your performances!"
I jumped in surprise.
"Ah ne." I gave her my autograph.
"I'm Chohee. A senior in class 3. And our whole class loves your songs and performances! We're so proud to have you in our school!" She said and shook my hand.
The bell rang indicating the end of lunch break.
"We're cheering you on, Cj-ah. Fighting!" She smiled brightly and ran off to class.
I stood there dumbfounded.

I never had friends here in school because of my hectic sched but never did I imagine having fans here.
I shook my head and ran to class.