Rhythm 「Jay Park Smut 」「AMBW」

Chapter 5

Flashback:

How many days had you been working here and everything already seemed so perfect.  So far all of your coworkers seemed to me so nice and welcoming.  The job was more than you ever could have dreamed of.  ChaCha had already been showing you the ropes and you seemed to be catching on quickly.   You had gotten a chance to meet some of the artists from the label, and they seemed just as excited to meet you as you were to meet them.  They tried showing off their flows and cheesy b-boy moves and in the back of your head you couldn't help but think that they were only doing this because you were black.  Were they assuming that this was going to impress you? 

But you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind.  Black people weren't all walking hip hop style adds.  And Koreans weren't all kpop and soju.  Why were you assuming that they were showing off because of your race and not because of your talent. 

Simon D spit some tough bars and, even though your understanding was limited, you couldn't help but give a dap afterwards.  Thank god your brothers had taught you.

It was a fun time, you and the guys having a good time, and it was a wonderful introduction to what you hoped life at AOMG proved to be. 

After goofing off for a while your morning coffee began to hit you and you really needed to use the bathroom.  You waved your hands in front of you, excusing yourself politely from the fun and games before heading to the hall and trying to find the toilet. You had turned maybe three corners and realized you were lost.  For such an average sized building the place was surely a maze on the inside.

After finally giving up you heard some voices in the distance.  You jogged lightly to the two women who were exiting their office space.  One had permed auburn hair and the other had the darkest tan you had ever seen on a Korean.  You stopped them.  "Excuse me, would you two be able to point me in the way of the nearest restroom."

The tan one had a blank expression, it was very clear that her English was limited. Suddenly your bladder was screaming and the small Korean phases you had learned all flew out a mental window.  Lucky for you the girl with the permed hair answered.  "You are almost there.  Just one more turn and it's on your left." 

You thanked them hastily before continuing your quest for the toilet.  And then you heard it.  In clear english so you could understand. The girl with the permed hair said "I guess they wanted to try the black horse instead."

You're friend Yuhna from home had told you about this.  Riding the white horse.  Koreans fetishizing foreigners and using them as conquests and flings.  You never thought you would actually hear it in person but here it was.  Riding the black horse.  Is that all you meant to this company.  A chance for someone to fuck their bucket list black girl. 

You brushed it off.  You knew it would take a little more than some peach soju for any of these boys, no matter how fine, to get into your pants.  And right then and there you promised yourself to never be someones black horse.  If you wanted a hook up, then you wanted a hook up.  But to be played for stupid was unacceptable. 

Was this true? 

Was this why they hired you.

It doesn't matter.  You were going to prove yourself every day until no one could question why you were here. 

Present:

You spin around in your chair, forcing Jay's grip on your shoulder to let up.  He threw his hands up in defense.  His cheeky grin led you to believe that you were right in your suspicion of this being nothing but a clever ruse.

This was enough.  You knew he had these types of intentions from the beginning and felt a little insulted.  Did he only hire you because you had a nice pair of legs or did he actually believe in your ability.  This was exactly what you had been trying to avoid, and here he was weaseling his way back in.  So you got up and tried to walk out, your face hiding just how angry you were at having been tricked. 

Jay reached for your wrist, stopping you in your tracks and successfully keeping you in the room.  "Just give me a chance. I know you felt that... spark between us before."

You turned to him, gaze icy cold, but his smile didn't waver. "Is this all you wanted from me? A shot?"

His smile flickered.  "Of course not!  But when I see something as as beautiful as you I always have to have it."

Your gaze narrowed.  "Something? So I'm some type of prize?"

"No! That's not what I meant-"

"Look," you cut him off.  "I don't know what type of wool you have been trying to pull over my eyes but please respect my hard work.  I didn't choose to work here because I wanted to bang artists.  I came here because I believe in the magic that AOMG can create."

He closed the gap between you two, grabbing your other wrists and pulling you close.  He brought your wrists to his mouth so he could place small kisses on them. He held eye contact, his gaze piercing. "You are so talented.  I hired you because you are.  I just also see that you are beautiful and wanted a chance to get to know you better."

The kisses melted the ice off your heart but you had to hold your resolve.  "Thank you.  Your compliment is appreciated.  But I don't want to be your black horse."

The shocked look on his face said it all.

You pulled your wrist from his grasp and left the room.  You felt bad for calling his bluff, but you had to protect yourself and protect your dream for as long as you can.   Jay didn't chase after you and you were glad he didn't. 

You needed a moment to yourself but now was not the time.  A few more hours and it would be the weekend and you could spend the entire time mentally unpacking all that happened today.  You felt bad for being so harsh and hurting his feelings.  But how many women had he run thru and disposed of. You knew he had a bad boy reputation but you didn't feel like being another notch on his belt today. 

After taking the stairs down instead the elevator, you walked back to where you were working.  ChaCha turned from his work station and you wordlessly walked over. 

He stood and before he could ask how it went, you wrapped your arms around his middle for a hug.  He wordlessly wrapped his arms around you and let you sigh as much as you wanted. You weren't going to cry, not at work.  But you needed this.

After a minute or two you separated and once again returned back to work.  Everyday you grew more grateful for his presence.