The Kpop Otaku's Dream

Eventually I calm down, and Irene releases me.

"Even if the rest of the world closes their eyes. I will never. I will always be looking at you." She says.

"Dylan. Dypa." She gulps loudly. "You don't have to try to be anything else. You don't have to feel like you have to change.as you are. I don't want anything else. I will accept you, okay. Always. No matter what happens. I will listen to your pains. I will carry your hurt. I will be your shoulder to lean on. Don't treat me like a princess who needs to be protected. We are not filming a dramahuh."

Pulling my head down closer to her range, she leans in and kisses me softly and slowly, ignoring any possible onlookers.

"That's my apology for getting angry. Forgive me. Hmmm" She tilts her head teasingly.

"No, no, no. It's my fault." I breath in deeply. "I should have told you.... A long time ago."

I wanted to smile relaxedly but I could only muster one that lacked any enthusiasm and energy.

Irene's expression froze upon seeing my broken expression. And hugs me once more, this time even tighter than before. I can feel the fabric of my shirt stretch.

"Joohyun... I wouldn't know..."

"Dylan!" Irene suddenly speaks up very loudly, "Don't say anymore...."

Feeling her warmth, my chest which was heavy slowly calms downs, as any sad emotions that I may have had begun to subside.

Pushing Irene from my embrace, I decide to calmly tell her everything, "You know, for the last year. I've live the best life ever." "Never would I have imagined that life could be so fulfilling"..."I could get anything and everything I ever wanted"...."I am even loved by such a beautiful girl like you"..."But sometimes I can't help but feel that I don't have the right to lead such a beautiful life"

Irene looks at my and she is about to say something, I continue with my soliloquy, "Sometimes I feel like this is all fake and one day it will just be gone. Because I'm just a ..."

Irene just puts her head to my chest, feels my breathing and pays close attention to my heartbeat while she slowly pats my back like a mother would a sick child.

"But so what if it's fake!? I'll believe until the very end! Even if the final outcome is one filled with tragedy. I'll accept it with a brave face and properly face things head on!" I lower my head towards Irene's shoulder and ask her, "So will you continue to take care of this dream with me?"

She nods her head, on my chest which feels a little damp.

We stay like that for a few moments before the clerk returns seeing that everything has settled down and hands me the bill.

234 million won.

Irene's eyes bulges, and she looks at me with a little guilt in her eyes but I just grab her hand and laugh , "I guess your kiss is pretty expensive"

"I didn't tell you to buy the store" She pouts.

After sorting out delivery details. We are kind of stumped on what to do next?

"So anywhere else, you still want to shop?" I ask

Irene giggles, "If you didn't just buy me a truckload of clothes. I would of said yes"

"Who says they are for you? What if I want to look pretty" I tease

"Hmmm, I wouldn't mind seeing you in a dress. You got a nice little bum" She puts on the face of a horny old man.

"Who turned my Baechu into a Pervert!" I smile playfully, "Let's go and buy a couple more things. It's time for this CEO to give you a blockbuster experience"

"Blockbuster experience?"

"Yeah, like those big hollywood film productions. After you watch a big budget film with good special effects and music. No matter how good an indie film is after. You can't help but compare. I'm going to show you that nothing compares to dating Dylan Park." I explain.

"Oh really?"

"Aren't I too perfect? Even my personality is perfect.Right?"

Irene just rolls her eyes and thus begins part two of the shopping spree.

*Que montage*

Every store we then enter, I proceed to buy her clothes and anything that she had laid heir eyes on. She'll look good in anything, it's not a difficult task. Eventually the little miser takes back my card and took matters into her own hands. Irene couldn't stand me swiping my card willy nilly.

No matter whether it was Dolce & Gabbana, Versace, Louise Vuitton, Prada, Dior or Chanel. My card had no discrimination. I honestly didn't care how she spent my money right now.

The only joy I got was when Irene had tried a dress on and had ask for my opinion.

"You look amazing" I say for the 100th time.

Rolling her eyes, "You say that every time, think of something else"

"That's because it's true!" I plead sincerely

Ignoring me she, hurries back into the dressing room and calls a sales assistant for help

I can't help but glare at the assistant as she passes by.

'Why her and not me?'

The most fun I had with her was when we entered B&N. Yes the bookstore.

She looked like a kid in a candy store and started giving me suggestions one afteranother. Seeing her behave like a proper kid every now and then is really the best. In the end we spent the most time there, and even had to special order a few books which were currently not in stock.

Eventually we stayed until closing which worked out perfectly given that it was nearly time for our reservation.

Making our way over to the French restaurant. We notice all the couples standing outside who we pass. After the maître d. Takes us to our seats. A private booth.

We then order the specials of the day and once the food arrives have a romantic candle lit dinner filled with laughter.

Seeing the time, Irene decides to stay over tonight. I'm surprised. Looks like she has already moved in. She didn't even ask this time, nor did I have to persuade her.

She says its because ,"It would be too late, and the dorm master would be upset" But I can tell the real reason is she doesn't want me to be alone tonight.

We end up sleeping together. Just sleeping as I hold her hand. I thought I'd have trouble falling asleep. But the scent of the soap and shampoo is relaxing and before long I had drifted into a deep sleep.

.........................

The next morning, I'm awoken by a loud shriek.

Opening my eyes, I turn to Irene who is overly worked up.

"What's the matter?" I ask groggily before shifting the covers so I can sit upright against the headboard.

"Dylan.....Dylan.... Dylan" She keeps repeating

"Out with it already" I say slightly annoyed

"We were... caught"

"Huh?"

'WE .....WERE .....CAUGHT?'