The K-Pop Dream

With recording finally done, I head to the wardrobe in order to change back into my own clothes and lose this god-awful school uniform. This green tie has been annoying me all day.

After changing back into regular wear, I offer my greetings to the staff and crew.

If there's one thing in life that will get you far regardless of your profession, it's great manners.

As I am making my way to rest of the gang a.k.a Yoo-ah and Won. I'm intercepted by Hyun-joong, a blonde haired boy group member. He is the ideal definition of a flower boy, with his feminine features. I swear if you put a dress on him, he would be a total 8 out of 10.

\"Hey Dylan!\" He says happily as he makes his over to me

I bow, slightly shocked at his greeting, \"Ah Hyung, Annyeonghaseyo\"

As he proceeds to put his arm around my shoulder in an overly friendly manner.

He starts off by complimenting me, \"You should really think about becoming a singer, that voice of yours is something else\"

\"Thanks Hyung. I plan on releasing a single or two in the future but for now I want to focus on acting\"

\"I will be rooting for you!\" He says with almost no sincerity at all. \"So.....\" he continues \"Which one are you interested in?\" He asks

Not quite understanding what he means , he proceeds to signal with his eyes towards the two girls who are waiting my arrival while chatting away.

'Should I say both? Or should I say none?'

'I really have no idea how to answer'

I rely on my awkwardness to save me from this situation'

Squirming, I avoid answering the question. Hyun-joong notices this and slaps me on the back

\"It's okay, you don't have to answer. Its fair game though\" He laughs \"Just introduce me to Won, and then it will be up to each of our own talents\" he says not even bothering to ask.

It's not like I can't do that but who does this guy think he is trying to order me around?

There is something off about him.

Against my better judgement, I decide to just do it rather than seem unfriendly.

*sigh*

Together we head over to the two whom have grown visibly agitated at the long wait.

\"Dylan, were you making the clothes? What took you so long! I'm hungry\" Yoo-ah is the first to complain in a very sheepish tone

\"Urgh! knock it off with that voice will you\" I say lightheartedly

This only makes Yoona decide to kick it up a notch. \" Byooong Byooong bad Dylan. He mwake Yoona sad\"

Seeing the fake pitiful expression on her face, I can't help but form a slight smile.

She really has this magical ability to make every moment really fun.

No wonder she's able to steal the hearts of the nation as easily as she does.

I flick her forehead, causing her to back off from my personal space as she looks up at me with a slight pouty gaze much like a wounded kitten.

Turning my attention to Won, I find myself gazing at her for a second longer than normal, admiring every part of her beauty.

Her milky skin and smooth exposed legs can start a war.

I decide to get the inevitable out the way.

\"Won noona, this is Hyun-joong, he wanted me to introduce him to you\" I say rather blandly

This makes the pretty boy rather flustered \" Can't you do it more smoothly?\"

\"Sorry this was my first time, I'll do it gently the next time\"

'That came out wrong, but before I can correct my words'

He proceeds to introduce himself to her and starts explaining how much of a fan he is.

I want to interrupt but I'm soon crowded out by their conversation.

Yoo-ah on the other hand, has paid no mind to them and called Tiff over.

On closer inspection, Tiff really has the perfect balance of Asian and European features. Her face is less soft in terms of appeal than traditional Asian women but the defining of her nose bridge just adds to her appeal.

She doesn't have a blinding shine like Yoo-ah or Baechu, but she has a more of a warm, approachable feel. The pretty older girl next door, that feeling.

\"Hi so you're the smarty pant's Yoo-ah can't shut up about?\" She says haughtily, definitely trying to rile up a response

Yoo-ah jumps to her defense\" I don't speak about him...that much and Tiff, he got 398! on the CSAT... That's beyond smart\" she brags about my achievements in the same way a girlfriend would when introducing someone to their parents.

Grabbing the attention of those nosey enough to listen to our conversation.

\"Oh really?\" Tiff's eyes lights up as she readies herself to take up a challenge \"Mind if I test you?\"

\"No problem, shoot\"

Tiffany then begins her impromptu pop quiz.

Throwing out various questions she thinks are hard to answer.

I'm not even sure she knows the answer to some of them.

\"Uhm what is the capital of USA?\"

\"Easy, Washington, D.C\"

\"How far is earth from the sun?\"

\"On average the sun is about 93, 000,000 miles or 150 million kilometers away from Earth\"

Yoo-ah looks shocked and asks Tiff, \"Is that right?\"

Tiff unsure of the answer says, \"I don't know but it sounds about right\"

I shrug my head at the tandem, before Tiff continues again

\"Hi my name is Tiff and what is yours? (She speaks in English this time)\"

'Testing my language skills, too bad this has always been my strong point.

How else was I to watch dramas without subtitles. My favorite K-stars would always branch out into china or japan. Finding subs for those shows was a near mission impossible.

In my past life, I found it way too distracting to read the translations on screen. It caused me to miss out on the visuals. My eyes can't bear to leave Tae Hee for a second! Every second away from the goddess is a moment of time lost.

This is basically why, I'm a polyglot. I speak Chinese, Mandarin, Thai, French, English, Spanish, Japanese, Russian, Arabic, and obviously Korean.

What can I say? I had a lot of free time on my hands.

And when you live for grand purpose like I did, these things come naturally.

Thinking about it, if you factor in school, my part-time job and my endless Kpop lifestyle, its a wonder I never died earlier.

I was, up until my 'rebirth' functioning on only 3 hours of sleep everyday for the last 4 years.

Returning back to the conversation at hand, I respond teasingly to Tiff in perfect standard British English, \"It's a pleasure to meet you Tiff, the name is Dylan Park. And has anyone told you, how lovely you look today? Because you are absolutely breathtaking\"

Yoo-ah however interjects, \"No fair speak Korean, I have a phobia of english!\"

I laugh, as pat her head, while Tiff blushes from my overly forward compliment.

This time she switches up and hits me with a bit of Japenese, \" ogenki desu ka? (Hello, how are you?)\"

\"genki desu (I'm good)\"

\"ima isogashii desu ka? (Are you busy now?)\"

\"dou omoimasu ka? (What do you think?)

\"Tabun (Maybe)\"

\"konshuumatsu yotei ga arimasu ka? (what are your plans for this weekend?)\"

\"Sore wa yoishitsu mondesu ne (That's a good question) ... Kimi to ... (I want to)\" Leaning in I whisper into her ear, my breath slightly causing her hair to blow due to the wind \" netai (sleep with you)\"

Which causes a very audible response as I play it off Innocently \"Gomennasai (I'm sorry) Mata heta desu (I'm still bad (at speaking)\"

Is it just me or am I just not the coolest?