Chapter 112
Seoul, Korea
Parking Garage
“Wait, no?” Will asked, confused.
“Get out of my ear, William,” Lucien warned and the connection dropped. “Now, it’s up to you, Seon Rain,” he said, offering a small, reassuring smile. “Use this platform to reclaim your title of Korea’s Sweetheart, or use it to change how Korea sees you.”
Rain used the handkerchief Kita had given her to dab the tears from her eyes again. “What do you mean exactly? Should I attack him or the K-Pop guys in front of the world because they want to use me like everyone else?!”
Kita approved of what his baby brother was suggesting. “BT5 wants to use you and your event, regardless of how small it originally was, for their benefit,” he confirmed. “Gang Moon is going to ambush you at your event in order to make it easier for me to kill him.”
Rain giggled, smiling.
“Take back the control that has always been taken from you. The red carpet-”
“There isn’t a carpet,” Dae-Ho pointed out, as if it were obvious, not liking that Kita was trying to unravel everything Chairman Hu had put in place for Rain’s life and career. “It’s a sidewalk and lobby. It’s concrete and marble, most likely, but not together.”
“Regardless of there not being an actual red carpet,” Kita corrected, glaring at Dae-Ho. “I will shoot you,” he warned when Dae-Ho opened his mouth, and a gun appear in his hand.
Dae-Ho gave him a look. “Oh yeah. Totally do that. Apparently you don’t want paid because my father will not look too favorably upon you if you kill his son. He likes me for some reason,” he smugly informed him.
Kita cocked the hammer back. “A flesh wound you will survive. It will hurt indescribably, and ruin whatever you are wearing, but I will shoot you if you open your mouth one more time.”
Dae-Ho gasped, as if he was offended.
Lucien laughed.
They had to appreciate how fearless Dae-Ho is.
“Lucien, take the Assistant and President, and wait outside the car,” Kita instructed, continuing to point his sidearm at Dae-Ho. “Otherwise we shall be returning to the hotel one client short.”
Rain giggled.
Once the others were outside the car and the doors were closed, Kita holstered his sidearm.
“I should apologize for that, but I will not. Your cousin gets on my nerves at the most inopportune times,” Kita said, his top lip snarling slightly in irritation.
Rain nodded with a small smile. “No need to apologize. Cousin is… I know he gets on your nerves at times, and he gets on my nerves sometimes, too. I just don’t have a gun to threaten him with like you do so I hide it better.”
“That is something we will resolve later with your training,” he promised and she clapped with excitement. “Do not allow anyone to dictate your events or career any longer. You are an adult that is unbelievably grounded and level-headed, and intelligent, regardless of not graduating from school.”
Her excitement was replaced by tears that flooded her eyes.
“These boy band members want to use you to elevate their own careers without offering assistance in yours in return,” he continued. “It does not matter if it is the film or television industry, or the music or arts, politics or business; you give in order to even out your take. Do you understand?”
Rain nodded; she hadn’t heard it put like that before, but it made sense and it irritated her that she had been allowing everyone to take and take from her but never give in return.
“Take it, own it, and make it yours,” Kita said under his breath; being reassuring and offering advice wasn’t something he was good at, especially with women he was employed by, but he had to try. “Utilize William and the dirt he uncovered for the musicians, and ignore your ex. Are you a fan of the band?”
She made a face, shaking her head. “I’m not a fan of pop music, really. I like Italian opera, classical music, old American jazz, and traditional Korean folk. It isn’t what a young woman in South Korea that’s a movie star should like, and it isn’t marketable…” her words trailed off with understanding.
They even controlled what she was supposed to like because it was beneficial to them, not her.
Kita smirked, knowingly. “Are you Myo Mi-Sun, Korea’s Sweetheart? Or are you Seon Rain, the villain that makes grown men cower and women envious of her strength?”
Rain took the ear piece Kita was offering her; a direct line to William if needed. “I am no longer their puppet and will live my life how I want to live it… I want to go to the opera,” she blurted out.
He nodded once. “I will get you a ticket-”
“Us tickets,” she corrected, slipping the communication piece in her ear. “I want to go to the opera with you.”
“I am your bodyguard,” Kita reminded her. “Where your body goes, mine does. Did you forget?”
The blush that followed his comment felt like fire under Rain’s skin, but she ignored it.
“No,” Rain assured him. “It would be impossible to forget anything when it pertains to you, Kita Yasuhiro. It will be you by my side out there, not Lucien-”
“Of course it will be,” Kita agreed.
“And you will act as you see fit to protect me, my interests, and to support me and give me strength,” Rain continued. “Can you do that?”
Kita’s eyes moved over her face many times. “No, I cannot do that, not in the way I should, Seon Rain,” he admitted in a whisper. “But I will in the way that I should not.”
Rain didn’t know what that meant exactly, but the look on his face and his softly spoken words caused her heart to race and butterflies filled her stomach.
“Okay,” she said breathlessly.
Kita took her hand in his, and he caressed his thumb on the top of it in a soothing manner. His attention was on what he was doing for some reason Rain wasn’t privy to, and his brows pulled together. Then his brows relaxed before he brought her hand to his mouth and softly kissed the top of it before he got out of the car.
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