Clips from the first installment in my Asian series start today! This series evolved from my newish enjoyment of K-drama and K-pop. But it all started with One Direction, which I discovered in 2018. You have to understand, the last boy band I was actually into was New Kids on the Block and New Edition. Did I just totally date myself? Anyway…
Actually it started with a song on the radio. I listened to it for months before I knew that it was Niall Horan’s Slow Hands. I didn’t know about One Direction though. Then a live performance video of Harry Styles’ Woman came up on YouTube, and I watched it. That was it. That was the moment when everything changed. He’s wearing pink pants and a black shirt, I think he’s performing in LA. That performance made me buy his album. Still didn’t know who he was though.
I started watching more from him, discovered One Direction, and then discovered YouTube’s penchant for bromance videos, and I got addicted. I must have watched those Harry and Louis and Harry and Zayn and who the hell ever else videos a million times. They’re super engaging while walking, don’t judge me! Miles went by under my feet while absorbing that sexy innocence. Before I knew it, YouTube recommended K-pop. That’s when the addiction spiraled LOL.
Now I subscribe to viki.com, watch it damn near daily – I was pissed when Drama Fever shut down – and adore watching Super Junior, NCT 127, BTS and Got 7 and all the rest of them behind the scenes, on variety shows, in dance rehearsal, you can see why it’s become a problem. So many beautiful voices, the dancing, the personalities, the charm, it’s all so romantic – and that powerless skin…
Y’all know I stan for Korean skincare and have since long before I knew Kpop existed. I tend to like the younger music though. NCT bangs. I don’t care what anyone says. And K-drama, listen. If you like romance, it doesn’t get much better. The only downside is there’s not much sex. It’s all frustrated longing, and closed mouthed kisses, but my American ass is into it, for real. My writing has actually gotten less sexy but more engaging, and I think the boy band influence is part of it. Look at Kae and The Rage.
I actually feel attacked though. I spent decades not paying Asian men a bit of attention, and there are continents full of the most beautiful specimens. Pissed. I could have been dating them!
I’m slowing – too slowly, thank God for subtitles – learning the language, but yeah, that’s where this series got its roots. I’m super excited about what I’ve written so far. Anyway, I hope you guys like this series as much as I’m enjoying writing it. Some of my fave characters from other books will make an appearance. You know I love Tommy’s connected ass. She’s gonna get her own book in the future. But as far as writing goes, my addiction to YouTube has become a problem though. Please send help!
Here’s an unedited snippet from my next WIP. Lemme know what you think! Oh, and this picture is my favorite actor right now, Park Seo Joon. Fucking auto correct is blowing me on his name though, it insists on changing Seo to Set! Grrr. He’s delicious and sexy and extremely talented. If you don’t cry and just fall down the Asian rabbit hole while watching What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim? I don’t know how you can live.
“This is Sinna. Two inches on that break, girl.”
“I got some money for you. You want it?”
“Yup. No! The white goes with the blue. Whose ass I gotta shrink?”
Tommy laughed softly. “No one’s, believe it or not. All of your new clients are in excellent shape. Tall, pretty, and beautifully groomed.”
“Clients plural? Cressida! Would you come in here, please?”
“A five-member boy band.”
“Anyone I know?”
“Have you ever heard of 501K?”
“The K-Pop group?”
“Cressida, walk Jon through this alteration according to client feedback from yesterday’s call. I need to step out.” There was shuffling. “Please roll up this fabric properly; get rid of that intern, she’s too careless. Call in the boy. The shit cost a fortune,” she muttered. “Now. Why would a Korean boy band be interested in my black ass?”
“Because Natty’s hot as fuck over there right now, thanks to Formula1. Yoshi told someone about you, Dae said this and that and woo woo woo. Here we are.”
“They’ll want me to move to South Korea.”
“It’s South Korea.”
“My business is in Chicago.” She spoke slowly, like Tommy might be slow.
“Sinnamon Blake! Modern business is totally portable. This is a huge opportunity, and we go where the money is. You try it, and if it doesn’t work out, you come home. No harm, no foul.”
“Don’t call me Sinnamon, heffa, Wait a minute. This is the group that always gets clowned for their costumes!”
Tommy laughed. “Yup. Now you see why they need you.”
“Are you scrolling right now?”
“Yup. One blogger speculates their shitty look has actually prevented them from gaining the level of popularity they might have otherwise achieved given their talent and visuals,” she read. “She compares them to Super Junior in terms of longevity.”
“That’s fabulous. Super Junior is like one of the OGs of K-pop. More importantly, all five members are gorgeous – and tall. Nobody’s fat. You should have a lot of fun.
“They’re Korean and mixed, big eyes, that honey skin, perfectly toned bodies. For real though? The big boss is tired of being clowned. He knows the group could be more, and he’s tired of leaving money on the table.
“Blogs like that are the reason you’re in play. He just fired the old costume designer. If you want it, it’s yours. But you gotta decide quick. You need to be on the plane even quicker. This is international exposure. We’re talking doors open wide and cash flowing like water. The money’s good.” Tommy named a figure.
It wasn’t bad, but she needed details. On principle she said, “I need more.”
“We’ll work all that out in the contract. Can I set up a call?”
“Nice! I’ll rap.”
Sinna heard the dial tone, shook her head and went back to work.