Chapter 3
Present day, Shinhwa high.
As the new day arose, students of Shin-hwa high were busy gossiping about something or other, as classes had yet to begin. Each and every student of this high school was a very privileged individual, so their lifestyle and standard of living was definitely up to par. Whether it be newest fashion or technological advances, they were first benefactors of everything that had a noteworthy place in the market.
Even among these privileged students, four individuals were on the top of hierarchy, rulers of school, kings of Shinhwa. Shinhwa's very own F4. Four young adults who were heartthrobs of not just Shinhwa, but the whole Republic of Korea. They were equally popular among the general populace and media. Everyone either wanted to be them, or wanted to be with them. They had everything one could ever dream for. Money, power, multinational business empires, their own field of expertise they excelled in, popularity, rich family background, everything. You name it, they have it.
They had a strong grip over Korean media and the hearts of the public, especially the ladies. Everyone in Shinhwa envied them for their influence, which was unparalleled.
All students in high school were gathered around as three flashy lotus cars in Red, Orange and yellow color entered the premises. These cars were unique, custom made and the only lotus' on the whole campus, as they were the trademark of F4. No one was allowed to own a similar car, or anything similar that might belong to F4. And this unspoken order was followed undisputedly by everyone, after some lessons taught by F4 of course, such was their power.
To answer who exactly F4 were? F4 were members of the four most influential families in the country. Heirs to four largest empires in the world, all leading names in their respective fields.
Their leader, Gu Jun Pyo, was heir to the Shinhwa Empire itself. One of the most brilliant people alive, future head of Shinhwa, and trained for business management and dealing with people of every sort from a young age. An extremely proud, equally rich and good looking individual. No one in the whole nation was richer than him. Though he did have a temper to match the size of his empire. He was quick to anger, and showed no mercy to victims of his ire.
Then second one of them was Yoon Ji hoo, Grandson of former president of the Republic of Korea, owner of the most popular museum of the Republic of Korea, and also a musical prodigy. He was known as the white prince of F4, devilishly handsome, and known for his silently mysterious, albeit cold, personality.
The third member of F4 was Korea's Casanova, So Yi jeong. The most popular among ladies and equally known for his families art museums and talent with pottery. He possessed the ability to charm any person with a simple smile.
And last but not the least, Song Woo bin. The Don Juan of F4, or Prince Song as he was known in the underworld. Heir to the Song family, who were technically Construction Company, but were popularly known as the Song clan, uncrowned rulers of the Korean underworld. Even the darkest criminal feared their name, and the song prince lived up to his family's reputation. No one was stupid enough to cross him. Ever.
Alone, any one of these individuals were powerful. But together, they were unstoppable. A true force to be reckoned with. They had looks, money, power, influence, everything. They had every aspect of the economy covered among the four of them in the Republic of Korea.
Anyone who dared to cross them, was either very brave or very foolish. Or in the smallest of chances, equally powerful as them, but there wasn't anyone with nearly that much power or influence, was there? Those who were foolish enough to go against them, were silenced by their own peers. Even teachers were afraid of them, so no one could really do anything to oppose them.
These four guys were rulers of Shinhwa, and Shinhwa was their territory. They acted as they pleased on their land. After all, the rules of the land are to be followed by everyone, right? And as this land was theirs, they were rule makers. No questions asked.