I can’t say I’m a big fan of men who persist in the face of a woman’s refusal. Too many can’t read between the lines and understand when no is not, I have some valid concerns about this relationship, and hell no. You need to move the f on, buddy. Note, I’m not talking about sex here. In this unedited snippet from my latest work in progress, we pick up from last week. Tan is rebutting all of Sinna’s fairly reasonable arguments against their relationship like he’s winning in a batting cage.
Also, Happy Veteran’s Day! And, sorry, y’all. I am officially two days late posting this blog. I will get back on my square for sure. I was doing good for while though, right? Lately, my mind is like Swiss cheese. I think of things, and then poof! They’re gone. You ever have days like that?
Oh, the picture is of JB, the pretty leader of K-pop group Got7 and owner of the fabulous disappearing eye smiles. If you haven’t seen the video for their new song Calling My Name, you might wanna check it out. You’re welcome.
He is a true sweetheart, she thought.
“Plus that would be stupid. 501K fans helped make me who I am.”
He was smart too, which was even better. He was racking up quite the list: kind, generous, fine as all outside and delightfully old-fashioned. He cared for his family, worked hard, and he had good common sense.
“If we got together, how would our relationship work?” She was curious. “Won’t people look down on you? I’m African-American. Won’t your public want you to be with a nice Korean girl?”
“Some will,” he admitted. “But I’m only half Korean, so people are more understanding. But I do not care.”
“I keep coming back to this, but I know how ardent K-pop fans can be. Whether it’s me or not, won’t being paired up hurt your image?”
“You could lose fans.”
“Probably, but I might gain others who understand your value.”
“It might be easier to hide me,” she teased.
He shook his head firmly. “No. It will be difficult, annoying,” he clarified. “Extremely annoying actually. But while we won’t be a,” he searched for a word. “Loud couple, we will be a public couple. After a suitable period we will marry. I hope you will give me at least two children, and I want you to travel with me as much as possible.”
“Honey,” she laughed. “You have got to learn to communicate more clearly.”
“You are sarcastic,” he beamed.
“Yes,” she said, her tone as dry as Saharan sand. “While I appreciate the specificity of your plan. – and the fact that a plan even exists – don’t you think you’re moving kinda fast?” He was taking her participation in this couple of the year fantasy for granted, and she was low key eating it up.
“Perhaps. But my father told me he knew within minutes that my mother was the one for him. I felt the same way he described when I first saw you. Like something I’d been longing for had finally arrived. I will probably continue to move fast. I feel as though I’ve been starved for you. Does that make sense?”
It did, and it sounded absolutely wonderful. “I don’t know if I’ll do more than one tour as the 501K costume designer.”
He looked at her, then looked away.
“You’ve painted a pretty picture, Tanvir, but I have a business that I worked very hard to build. I can’t leave it indefinitely and expect it not to suffer. And, I have a feeling the fan situation isn’t going to be as easily dismissed as we did just now. I can tell you right now, I’m not going to be abused in public, stoicly accepting my fate as crazy bitches throw eggs and shit at me.”
“I’ll get security for you. My fans can be dealt with. Your business is important, but you could operate remotely, hire more staff, and I will help you build your international business. Whatever you might lose not being in America, you could find more clients by my side.”