The Kpop Otaku's Dream

"And who might this be?" The middle-aged, slightly robust older man with gray hairs on his sideburns begins to question as he looks towards Irene and I, before pausing on Irene and commenting, "Why aren't you a pretty thing, are you as talented as Hyori?"

His smirk, just irks the living daylights out of me. As I know, that he is implying something derogatory towards both of them. I've heard about these kind of people in the industry before. Never thought I'd meet one and he wouldn't even hide it. I guess when there's no camera's there's no need for courtesy.

"Oppa!" Hyori interjects, she's clearly trying to stand-up to him but can't seem to find the words.

Stepping forward, I shield the two girls from his view before instructing Hyori to leave,

"A-hem, Hyori... take Joohyun outside for a second. I have something to discuss with your boss for a moment"

"Dyl-" She tries to object before I reassure her

"Hyori, don't worry. Nothings going to happen. If anything your boss is the one who needs to be afraid that something is going to happen"

"Dyl-" She once more attempts to convince me

Staring into her eyes, she notices how calm I am and decides to trust me this time, quickly takingIrene's hand from mine as she steps outside.

I was going to first wait a bit and see how things were before I decide to act but.... no one looks at my girlfriend, the way he does and lives. Am I overreacting? Probably but so what? I never got to act at all in my previous life. I always bottled everything in. When HE hurt mom, I could do nothing. But NOW! I'm doing

I walk over to the table infront of us and grab a bottle of water. Opening it, and slowly taking a sip. Following which, I undo the top button of my shirt, and begin rolling up my sleeves. As I get ready for 'negotiations'.

After a few warm-up exercises, in order to loosen my joints. I step forward, in the direction of the person who Hyori just called boss, a second ago.

He laughs off my seething anger, "Boy was that your girl? Oh no wonder you are getting so serious. How much does she cost 10k , 20k?"

I step forward, each step getting heaving as I edge towards him closer and closer before grabbing his collar, I look at his drugged up eyes and say "You .... can't afford her"

"Ooooh c'mon why you got to be so serious you know how the game works right? How about a swap, I can give you any of the girls in the agency. You ever slept with a celebrity before? Imagine it, name me a actress or idol you like. I'll get her for you Hahaha" He continues rambling on as if its some kind of game

I'm unable to stand his ramblings for a second longer, so before he can even continue spouting more garbage. I swing with all my might, and hit him square in the jaw. The sound engineer, decides to intervene but my last 6 months of defense lessons pay in handy, as I sidestep his attack, grabbing his arm, dragging it over my shoulder as I then judo flip him onto the ground leaving him groaning in pain.

The 'boss' whose lips has been cut open is holding onto his face, visibily fearful of my approach. But I can also see his eyes burning with revenge. His clearly planning to do something once I leave. Too bad he won't get the chance.

"Give me that bottle of water" I command, as he quickly processes what I just requested. Scurrying on the floor he hurriedly grabs towards the bottle and delivers it to me.

I open the cap and slowly pour the contents over his head, ruining his well groomed hair and suit. "Are you sober now? ....." He doesn't respond as I continue to taunt , "You look much better, it's suits a person of your class. A dog who just got caught in the rain"

His hands are clenching the carpet on the floor and I can see the veins protruding from his forehead.

I take a seat, where he just sat and take out my phone, dialing a number again, this time putting it on speaker mode. The dialing tone rings out in the room.

The 'boss' looks confused at what is occurring and thinks I'm calling the cops as he says "If you are calling the cops, nothing is going to happ..."

I interrupt his speech on corruption with a glare, I learned from Irene. Which shuts him up immediately. Though he is still wearing a smug expression on his face, as if this humiliation his facing is only temporary. Not long thereafter a elderly voice blasts into the room via the speaker.

"Dylan!" He says excitedly "What do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

"Nothing much, just some trash that needs cleaning in your company"

"Trash?" He replies confused