Manager-nim

Chapter 10 - Trash

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Sliding your way through the crowd, you calmly walked up to the man who had his focus on Yena and Yuri. Though you would've preferred an absolute brawl, you knew that the company would've definitely had your head on a plate if you were to do that as an idol manager. So, you took the quick route instead.

Walking up to the man, you quickly kicked at both of his kneecaps, causing him to fall over like a sack of potatoes. Although you had not intended to hurt him that much, it seemed that his unfaltering attention on your girls had caused him to hit the floor with a louder than expected flop. You heard gasps come out of the bystanders who were suddenly more intent on observing.

Cockily, you crouched down to the man and pulled down your mask.

"You messed with the wrong people, buddy." You said with a voice of steel. Leaving the man on the ground, you turned back and began to walk towards a frightened Yuri and Yena. You smiled as you heard a huff, followed by a grunt. It had been a while since you've had fun, after all...

Turning around, you saw the man wasn't done. Thankfully, your mask had covered your smile, as all thoughts of the company's regulations flew out the window. This was the perfect time to flex to all these random people your skill, and it was also the perfect time to impress Yena and Yuri.

"Not done yet, buggo?" You asked the man.

"Kid, you've messed with the wrong person. I'm gonna beat your head in." The man snarled back. The anger in his eyes was undeniable, but anger wasn't going to win a fight.

"Tch. Come and get it, then," you taunted, putting yourself in a mock fighting stance. Of course, it wasn't an actual fighting stance that would've helped. You were confident in your ability and that this man was just a creep and wasn't going to follow with his words.

The man, beaming with anger, charged at you and threw a fist aimed directly at your head. If you were normal human being, you would've dodged it and retaliated with a blow. But, you knew in your head that all you needed to do was wait for the first punch. Whoever threw the first punch was going to be the targeted one, and the second punch would come from the "self-defender." That's how you escaped long suspensions, at least.

Well, it turns out that anger does slightly translate into fighting, as that punch had knocked your head around. Of course it hurt, but you added some extra acting to play off the part.

Screams erupted from the crowd as you feigned falling over. But, before the man could capitalize on his short-lived advantage, you hopped right back up and waited for the next punch. Sounds of relief came from some patrons while the man looked even madder than before, as his huffs became more and more ragged. Adjusting your fighting stance into a slightly better one, you waited for the next blow to come.

You wouldn't have to wait long as the man charged again and threw his entire weight into the punch, allowing you to dodge it easily. But what you hadn't expected was for him to throw a second punch rapidly, catching you off guard and resulting in pain in the right side of your ribcage. Before he could get a third punch in, you backed up quickly. Creating a quick reassessment of your opponent, you decided that the fun was over. This man could probably seriously hurt you, and time was slowly ticking.

You slowed down as you gave yourself time to naturally readjust your fighting stance. It was now the time to actually start trying, and to eliminate this scum from your sights.

"Not talking anymore now, huh?" the man gloated, creating some tension inside you. You took another breathe as the man continued.

"Boys like you should stick to the computers. Real men like me are the ones that deserve to be on the street." With your baggy clothing, the man had not seen some of the muscle that you had developed from home workouts. But with his words ringing in your head, it was beginning to really tick you off. How dare this man justify your existence with the way you fought. You felt anger course through your veins as it was now the time to beat the ever-living shit out of this man stuck in the past.