Your job as a successful employee of JYP Inc. leads you into a life full of business intrigue, trips to foreign lands, and of course, intimate experiences with various female members of the k-pop world.
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"Women are crazy."
Park Choa gives you a look - a look that says she is debating whether or not to enact some physical violence on you for your statement.
"..present company excluded," you add quickly. Choa appears to be appeased by your apology, and the threat of physical violence subsides for the moment. The both of you are working on some paperwork related to the acquisition in your office, and you decided you both needed a short break from the spreadsheets and legal paperwork littering your desk and hers.
"Women are crazy," Choa admits, leaning back in her chair and taking a sip of her coffee, "but only because men drive them so."
"Point taken," you admit in turn.
"I bet you're driving Miss Hirai crazy on a daily basis?"
You smile slyly to yourself as you recall the rather intense evening you shared with Momo the night previous.
"I guess I am driving her crazy, in a way."
Choa catches on quickly to your tone, and gives you a smirk.
"I trust, then, that everything is okay between you two? No more worries about a certain other Japanese girl, whom, I might add, is now thousands of miles away and should no longer be an issue in your relationship?"
"I don't know. We've both been so busy with work and other things to talk about it, and we didn't really do much talking last night. We were busy with...other activities."
Choa's smirk deepens. "Do you want some advice?"
"Always," you answer.
"I think you should do something special for her," she suggests, "something that will get her mind off the whole Sana thing. I think she needs you to show her that she's special. She might seem like she's okay with it all, and she might even tell you so, but I'm sure you know women don't always say what they feel."
"Something special, huh? I guess I could take her on a nice date or something. We've only really been cooking at home and having delivery or take-out since we got back from Seoul. I guess a dinner someplace fancy would be nice."
"I could look into getting you a table at some fancy place downtown. But if she's the right girl for you, and something tells me Momo is, I don't think she'd care how fancy the place is. As long as she's with you."
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Hirai Momo was wearing the fanciest, most expensive dress she owned - a slim, short black cocktail dress - and she had spent hours on her hair and makeup. She looked ready to prance into the most pretentious, Michelin-starred restaurant in town and enjoy an overrated, stupidly-expensive dinner.
With a satisfied grunt and an "aaaah," Momo slams her empty pint down on the bar table.
"Fuck yeah, this was the right choice," she says, wiping away the beer foam from her lips with the back of her hand, "I really needed this. Who needs caviar and lobster when you've got honey mustard sauce and chicken strips?"
