*Author’s Note: This fanfiction involves many kpop artists. (I don’t own them though. They own themselves!) So please, bear with it and try to recall their names and personalities. Thanks! ^.^
New day again. I can hardly go to school on the second day. It’s a bit boring, you know. Sitting at the stupid desk, pretending to listen to the dumb teacher talking nonsense in front.
My name’s Soomin. Jung Soomin, heiress of the biggest clothing company in Seoul, The Kazze.
It’s a big burden prepared for me which means I had to work hard, even double time for the company in order to maintain and at the same time, triple our riches. Who said earning money is easy? I’ll kill anybody who declares that. Even robbers need energy and effort to get some, isn’t it?
Speaking of needing to work hard, it means needing to study hard. MUST study hard. I am studying! Then what the hell am I doing in my new school if I’m not? My parents can be a bit… ignorant… you know, sometimes…
“Good morning, Lady Jung. Your father awaits you outside,” one of my “peasants” approached me.
“Your apron isn’t in its proper place. It’s a bit lopsided, have you noticed?” I asked her.
Her cheeks went red as I walked before her, preparing to meet Dad outside the living room, at the terrace.
“What do you want to say? I’m going to be late on my second day.”
“My child, do you have any idea what’s happening to your sister lately?” he asked.
Why does he have to always make it formal? We’re not in a business meeting in the first place.
“I don’t know. I have no idea,” I half-lied.
I have no idea, and I don’t care.
“She’s having a bit of – what do you call that word again? – moodswings! I can see her crying herself out every night. Since, since… last Thursday. Are you sure you really have no idea?” he asked me again.
NO, of course I know what you’re talking about.
“Yes, I really don’t know,” I said again, being the most powerful and talented liar in this whole wide, vast galaxy. “So, if you don’t mind, I’m going now because my first subject teacher will kill me for skipping the “introduction” part. Bye, abaji (dad).”
My personal maid, Euncha, the one who informed me a few minutes ago, grabbed my things for me and handed it out to me as I entered the second limo.
“Here’re your things, Lady Jung.”
“I always reminded you not to touch the handle of this Prada bag! When will you finally understand – or even hear what I’m saying?!” I told her.
“Sorry, My Lady.”
Useless freak!
There was a queue of three, black limos in the garden which were full of bodyguards to send me to school.
As I entered and took my seat, I talked no more.
I rummaged inside my white Prada bag and looked for my iPAD.
I turned it on and placed the earplugs on my ears, impatiently pressing the play button. I like listening to Brown-Eyed Girls’ songs like Abracadabra, and when I listen, I don’t like someone to bother me, especially with some useless stuff.
“My Lady, we’re here,” the driver of my limo declared.
“Maybe that’s the reason why you stopped in the first place,” I said curtly.
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Devil's Sweetheart
Fanfiction*Author’s Note: This fanfiction involves many kpop artists. (I don’t own them though. They own themselves!) So please, bear with it and try to recall their names and personalities. Thanks! ^.^ Plot: A cute, teenage love story between an heiress of t...
