i'm their manager [raken vixx]

one

ravi's pov

i looked at my hair in the mirror again. honestly, i preferred it much better when it wasn't black. when it was a lovely silver.

my parents had wanted me to dye it back to black to ensure i had a better image while talking to customers. but i didn't care. i didn't want to be the next successor for my father.

i wanted to go back to vixx. back to the fun times i had with them. i missed them.

but i missed one person especially. i missed him so much i could break down in my room at times at 3am.

lee jaehwan.

and i was the only one who could call him that. both of us had stated this to the other members. our little something.

the hurt stung me. but i couldn't go back, could i? they probably hated me now anyway. all over the media were photos of me saying how much i hated them on my instagram account.

but it wasn't me. my father. he wanted to make sure i'd stay his successor and wouldn't go back into the kpop industry.

i hadn't even gathered the courage to speak to them. after all, i hadn't touched my instagram account after that video had been posted.

i couldn't face them anymore.

and jaehwan. did he hate me?

"mr kim, your appointment is in 5 minutes." my secretary snapped me out of my thoughts.

i rolled my eyes, fiddling with my hair a little before stepping out of the washroom.

she seductively twirled her hair the moment i saw her. what a slut. even though my reputation was spoiled and stuff, girls still tried to flirt with me.

because i was rich? since i'd earned quite a lot from being in the music industry.

i walked past her, earning a huff of disappointment. sorry, i don't entertain people like that.

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the manager eyed me top to down, making me feel pretty uneasy about this whole representing the company thing.

"so... mr kim wonshik."

deep inside me, i was boiling really hard. no one  called me by my name. only ravi. no wonshik. jaehwan was the only one who could call me that, no one else.

"yes, mr jung." i answered politely, fists clenched silently behind my back.

"i would very much like you to have a collaboration with my company. these are the terms and conditions of the agreement." his assistant passed me a sheet of paper.

well...they seemed fine. i would be a manager of a kpop boy group. i nodded understandably, till i looked at the name of the company.

jellyfish entertainment.

panic flashed in front of my eyes as i rushed down the list for more details on which boy group i was going to be in charge of.

v.

i bit my lip nervously.

i.

my hands started becoming more clammy.

x.

i bit even harder, trying to control my overpowering emotions.

x.

tears started to form in my eyes.

i couldn't go back to them. they hated me for sure. i couldn't be their manager. but if i backed out on this deal...

my father had told me that this mr jung was a highly respectable figure in our industry, and it would be wonderful if i agreed to whatever he said.

i didn't want to disappoint my father, even though he'd forced me into this.

mr jung somehow sensed my worry and raised his eyebrow up.

"is anything the problem, mr kim?"

i cast aside my worries of seeing my friends again. how about ex-friends? ok ravi, be professional. don't let this affect your company's outlook.

"not at all." i signed the agreement and passed it back to him.

"brilliant. i'll see you at jellyfish entertainment office building tomorrow, 8am sharp, where you'll meet your fellow boy group. thank you very much mr kim."

he shot me a look with a sly glint in his eyes, before nodding to his assistant as a signal of departure.

i bowed politely, watching him leave the office.

i'd done it. the greatest mistake of my life. and i couldn't turn back now.