The K-Pop Dream

It was around 6 pm. when we left my home and headed out.

\"Shall we go shop first? Our reservation is only at 9\" Hora asks.

\"Won't it be crowded?\"

\"I have you, it's fine. The stores we are going to don't have lines\"

'Huh'

'What does that mean?

.....

I am dragged by the little tyrant to a famous mall that has loads of high end and luxury brands.

At this point we had intertwined our fingers together and were walking hand in hand. Hora had blushed a little as she walked with me, who was smiling like a fool from ear to ear.

\"So where do we start first?\" I ask.

\"Give me your card\"

Saying nothing I hand it over.

\"What's the pin?\"

\"Your birthday\"

\"Does it have a limit?\"

\"Not that I know off\"

\"Good\" She puts on a devilish smirk that I'm all too familiar with. What's she planning now.

\"So where are we going?\" I can't help but ask again

\"Gucci?\" She blurts out as if she's asking me but at the same time commanding me.

Entering the store, I can't help but notice that her behavior has changed from before we arrived; she's extremely nervous right now.

Little madam was just pretending to be big boss it seems.

\"Dylan, Let's just go somewhere else\" She tugs on my shirt and tries to pull me out with her almost immediately.

Looks like the steep prices have scared my little darling.

Guess she is in need of some re-education.

Smiling, I drag her further toward a haughty looking clerk, I ask \"Choo, how old is Chae-hyun?\"

\"13\" She looks at me confused wondering why I asked her about her sister now.

Grabbing the clerk's attention, I proceed to call on her \"Excuse me, can I have everything in the latest collection for a 13 year old about this tall (I show with my hands) and about this wide. Also get everything in season for this one next to me too (I point toward the girl on my arm)\"

The clerks' eyes us skeptically but after I flash the black card in Hora's hands.

The clerks entire demeanor has changed. Looks like she will be getting quite commission tonight.

She hurries to the back getting all the other staff to help.

\"Dylan! What are you doing? You can't spend your money like this\"

I laugh and poke her nose playfully, to appease her, \"You keep forgetting something Baechu. I'm pretty wealthy. This doesn't affect my pockets. If I don't spend like this my banking fees will be more, you are actually doing me a favor\"

\"Dylan... I know now's not the right time. But you are really.... rich right?\"

\"Pretty much.\"

\"Why... then are you ...\" She looks nervous \" dating someone like me?\"

\"What do you mean?\" I ask not quite understanding what she is implying.

Lifting her head, she stares deep into my eyes and steels herself \"How rich... are you exactly?\"

\"Uhmm\" I groan, I suppose now is as good time as any, reaching into my pocket, I pull out my phone and after a few seconds, I show her the follow:

S Stockholder's equity

Amounts in billions:

Won: 113 783.8 Dollars: 90.5

Next, I search for Dylan Park wikipedia, which gives links to two pages Dylan Park (actor) and Dylan Park (chaebol).

The difference is the latter only has pictures from my childhood.

I find it kinda funny, those two people are the same person!

Clicking on my childhood photo's, I lift it next to my face while simultaneously trying to match the expression I was making back then.

It takes her a few moments, before she begins to realize what I just showed her.

\"Dy...lan. You are.... THAT Dylan Park?\" She asks

\"Yes\"

\"You really are the son of S-group? That S-Group\"

\"Yes\"

She stares at me a moment longer.

The air turns still as her eyes turn cold.

\"Baechu, say something please?\"

\"I'm leaving... I'm going home\"

\"Okay, let me just pay\"

\"No...\"

\"Huh\"

\"You're not coming with Dylan.... I am leaving\" She turns descisively and proceeds towards the exit.

Grabbing on to her home and try and stop her back she shakes my grip loose.

\"Don't touch me!!\" She bellows forcing the nearby busy bodies to perk their ears and eyes in our directions.

\"Baechu, Calm down... We can speak about this at home, no need to make a scene\"

\"MAKE A SCENE! WHAT BECAUSE YOU ARE AN ACTOR OR BECAUSE I'M A TRAINEE?\" She raises her voice to another level.

\"Baechu... Please just listen\"

\"WHY SHOULD I ? WHEN YOU'VE BEEN LYING TO ME FOR A YEAR!\"

This is the angriest I've ever seen her before, but I guess I deserve it.

*Sigh*

I guess it's happening here.

Turning to the clerk, I motion her to come close, handing her my card \" Close the store. I'll take everything in it. Here's my card you can charge it\"

Happily she agrees and scurries off like a mouse whose found her golden cheese.

Turning back to Hora, whose still huffing and puffing.

I can't help but find her sexy but now is not the time. Damn these teenage hormones.

\"Can we talk now?\" I ask softly hoping to handle the situation as calmly as possible.

\"Fine..\" She concedes, proceeding to a take a seat at a nearby stool, crossing her legs, she faces me like a queen to her court \"Now tell me... tell me ... why... why you've been hiding who you really are from me for a year.

Did you think, I would be after your money? Could you not trust me?\" Her eyes begin to water but she clenches her jaw holding.

\"Is that what you think of me, Dylan. Is that how you really feel?

Was it Fun? Pretending to be this poor cinderalla's prince, and then what? You are going to magically disappear one day when you grow bored or your family disapproves?

Well let me tell you this, I don't care if you are rich or not mr Park, Heir to the S-group.

I only liked the goofy, pretending to be cool yet cheesy you who approached me with no shame and agenda from the moment we met.

I only see that person that brought me warmth, that.... made me smile, stupidly. And all the TIME!

But to you I was just a plaything right? That's why you never told me who you are. You were scared to tell me who you are, because you can't Trust me right.

I feel it all the time.

There is a wall!

Sometimes I wonder, If I really know... If I really know you.

I don't.... And now ... I know why.\"