There needs to be more Zikyung on here. This is the first time I have writen Zikyung so don't be mean
Although being one of the toughest boys in their highschool Jiho, also known as Zico, didn't bother with any of the things that the 'tough boy' should be bothered with. He didn't care for attention. He didn't care for parties or grades or even girls. He just kept his mind on other things and those things were his dreams and his friends. Despite being popular (because of his toughness and the fact that person was scared of him) Jiho really only hanged out with a small group of 5 other boys. This small group goes by the name of Block B and includes Yukwon, Taeil, Jihoon, Minhyuk, Jaehyo and of course Jiho, who had taken on the responsibility as the leader. No one is really sure how they formed the group, hell the boys themselves aren't really sure when exactly they became Block B, but one thing is for sure is that you do not mess with them.
Jiho didn't really know what he wanted to be when he was older but he knew that he wanted to go into the music industry. He had always felt a connection to music, especially rap but his parents had other ideas. Jiho's father was a CEO of a company that sold pretty much everything and his mother was a best selling author. He also had a super intelligent older brother who always got the praise that he deserved. His parents wanted him to follow in his parent's footsteps. He was sure that his brother, Taewoon as he insists on being called, would follow in his father's footsteps and become the next CEO of the company. He's brother was such a stuck up. He'd lick anyone's ass to get in their good books. Everything his brother did was perfect, and Jiho was always second best. He tried; he really did, however his attitude just got in the way. Sometimes Jiho just couldn't control his mouth. That's why he gets into agreements and fights. His mouth has a mind of its own and Jiho has yet learnt how to control it. His grades had decreased ever since he started highschool and he was sure that his parents were going to talk to him about it at some point but he didn't care. He never did. He didn't need history or science or religious studies to get into the music industry. All he needed was his notebook and his pen. He probably needs a recording studio and musical instruments to start of with but that didn't matter at the moment.
Jiho also liked the sketch. He loved the draw almost as much as he loved to write lyrics. However unlike his love for music he didn't tell his parents about his artistic side. He didn't want another thing that his parents didn't agree with.
"Jiho…"
Jiho wanted nothing more but to leave his house.
"Jiho…"
He was going to leave as soon as he could and never…
"WOO JIHO YOU LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER WHEN SHE IS TALKING TO YOU," His father's words rung in Jiho's ears as his mind was brought back to reality.
"Do you mind?" He questioned as he glanced over to where his parents where standing. If looks could kill, his father's would of probably have killed him about a hundred times.
"No, do you mind?" Jiho jumped slightly as his father slammed his hand against the wall. "What's this about you getting into another fight?"
Rolling his eyes Jiho just leaned back in his chair and lazily crossed his arms over his chest. "Dunno, they were asking for it."
A soft sniffle could be heard from his mother. She always burst into tears whenever she heard that her precious son got into a fright. What a load of bullcrap. Jiho just saw that women as weak.
"You better stop this. You are ruining the families' reputation and you're making your mother sad. She's terrified that something might happen to you one day. Now I want you to go to your room and think about what you have done." His father turned to his mother and placed an arm around her shoulders, muttering words of comfort as he led her to the living room.
Kicking himself out of his chair Jiho headed towards the stairs but once he knew that his parents were far enough to not hear him, he unlocked the door and slipped out into the night.
