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She knows what that means. With my father involved, nothing good will come from it. “I know.” I further explain about how our father initiated this and her wide-eyed reaction says it all.
Warrior Black is about to land in something neither I nor them knows about.
“You have to find out what father is up to,” she insists.
“I will. Just have to figure out how.”
“Let me.”
“You?”
“Yes, me…” She then looks around before returning her attention to me. “If I tell you something, you promise to keep this to yourself?”
My spine snaps straight. “Tell me.”
She looks around us once more before she says, “I’m dating someone. Someone very influential.
“I’m assuming Father doesn’t know.”
“And he won’t either until I’m finished with school,” she admits, as I stare at that familiar stubborn upper lip. I remember seeing that same look across her face when she was a child.
And they say I’m the one who’s stubborn. He Sook is worse than me.
“Who are you dating?”
The stubbornness is gone and replaced with a wide smile. “Jeong Suk.”
I stare at her, completely clueless as to who she’s talking about. But the name sounds so familiar as though I’ve heard it before.
“Oh, come on. Is rock music all you have been listening to while you lived in the U.S? Did you stop listening to K-pop music?” she chastises.
“Well… Yes,” I say, coming clean with my sister. “Honest, I’m too busy to listen to music.” Which is true for the most part. I omitted the part that I mainly listen to Warrior Black and a few other metal bands.
She rolls her eyes at me. “Jeong Suk Lee. He’s one of the singers from KTFO.”
“I don’t know who KTFO,” I admit.
“Are you kidding me?” Cue another eye roll. “It’s one of the best K-pop bands in the last three years.”
“I haven’t listened to K-pop in a long time,” I admit. “What does KTFO mean?”
She chuckles. “I didn’t know what it meant until Jeong Suk told me. It stands for Knock The F Out.”
“Really?” I grin at my sister. “Dating a bad boy.”
“He’s far from it. Anyway, I’m going to call him and see if he will help.”
For the first time since I heard about the offer my father extended to Warrior Black, I’m able to breathe a little. I hope my sister is right and this Jeong Suk can help
“Thank you,” I say gripping her hand. “The band will appreciate it.”
“I’m doing this for you, Oppa,” she says with watery eyes. “Then we will see what Father’s next move is.”
I inwardly cringe at her words. But I refuse to worry about what he’s going to do. One way or another, like Rafe said, Warrior Black will have asses in the seats, and it will be the best concert that rockers in Korea are ever going to get.
“I hope so,” I say before eating a bite of my bulgogi kimbap.
“Can we talk, Yeong?”
