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𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢: 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞 [M]

Nishimura Riki:

Kim Sunoo:

"Kim Sunoo, from now onward, you will not be Yoon Minjoo's manager anymore. You’re going to take care of a new artist from Japan. He’ll be here soon."

Sunoo blinked, a slow smirk creeping onto his face. 'Thank. The. Lord.'

As his boss's words sunk in, Sunoo shot a glance at Minjoo, who was lounging to the side, acting as if he owned the world. 'I swear, if I could punt that kid off a cliff…' he thought, barely suppressing an eye roll.

Minjoo, with his high-maintenance attitude, had been nothing short of a headache wrapped in designer clothes.

The moment the announcement was made, Minjoo stood up like he was some celebrity king who had better things to do.

No handshakes. No farewell thank yous. Not even an appreciative nod.

Sunoo watched the boy leave with his new manager following behind, bowing and apologizing in his place. Sunoo plastered on his most dazzling smile, even mouthing sweetly, “It’s okay,” though in his head he was shouting, 'It’s so NOT okay, you little punk!'

The door clicked shut, and that’s when Sunoo let it all out. He balled his fists, grinding his teeth. "God, you’re so lucky I’m not your manager anymore, or I would’ve—” He didn’t finish the sentence, instead letting out a little victorious laugh, pumping his fists in the air.

“Hallelujah, no more babysitting that little brat! I’m free!” he shouted into the now-empty room, arms stretched wide like he’d just been released from prison.

He twirled in place, imagining the calm days ahead where he didn’t have to deal with Minjoo’s ridiculous requests like 'Can you peel the grapes for me?' or 'My coffee must be exactly 83 degrees.' Sunoo shuddered at the memories.

But then, his mind snapped back to reality. A new artist? From Japan? 'Huh, interesting.' He wondered what kind of person he’d be dealing with this time. Hopefully someone who didn't act like a toddler in Versace.