Rose Gold *A Johnny Suh Story*

4

*Olivia's Point Of View*

"Eotteohge jinae," my grandfather asks me, not looking up from his newspaper.

"Oh, yes, sir. I'm doing well! And yourself?"

"I'm okay."

I turn to ask my Grandmother the same, but she starts talking before I can say anything.

"You will staying here because you are the only heir we have left for the company. I regret having only one child. I regret allowing her to give birth to only one child. I should have pushed harder for her to divorce and remarry so I can have more heirs, but she was just too stubborn."

"Wonder where she gets it from, dear."

I refuse to laugh out loud but that is a very great question. She will behead me if I do.

"Hush!" She turns back to me, glaring again. Love that for her. "I am sure Junghoon-ah has told you everything that you have planned for tomorrow."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Great! Do not cause any problems tomorrow. You will also be getting a job while here. It doesn't matter where you get the job, but don't do anything that will mess with the family reputation. It's not like anyone knows who you are anyways, but still. Remember that everything you do is a reflection of this family. That means school too. Our name comes with power and I want to keep it that way. Do not mess up our reputation. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"You will be appointed your own personalized." She claps her wrinkly hands together. On cue, the door opens, allowing five people to walk in.

I turn towards them as the file in a line in front of me. Well, was behind me until I turned around. They all bow before returning to a solid position.

"Introduce yourselves."

"Hello! My name is Kim Han-gyeol. I am your personal bodyguard." He bows again. I start to bow back but grandmother reprimands me.

"Stand up straight! They work for you!"

"Oh, sorry."

Han-gyeol steps back allowing the next person to step forward.

"Hello. I'm Han Yu-jun. I will be your assistant."

Assistant? What do I need an assistant for?

"Hello. I'm Hwang Eunjoo. I will be your head maid."

"Hello. I'm Park Jiyoung. I am your personal chef. Whatever you want to eat, I can make it for you."

I smile as she spoke more than her name and a job title.

"Hello! My name is Wang Hyung- sik and I will be your personal driver. I look forward to our adventures together."

When he steps back, they all bow.

"Oh, um, hi. I'm Olivia Rose, or Kim Jang-mi. I look forward to working with all of you. Please take good care of me," I smile. They all nod. Four out of the five leave the room. My guard stands at the door, I'm guessing to escort me to my headquarters.

"Go and get some rest child! You will have breakfast by yourself in the morning. That's all."

I bow again before walking out. The breathe I didn't know I was holding escaped my body! It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I guess since there isn't much interaction with her tomorrow, she could care less. Now, I just wonder where I can get a job here in Korea.

*Johnny's Point Of View*

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Taeyong and 127. Happy birthday to you," we sing as the staff brings out a cake.

We decided to do the recordings first and get food later so we can do the cake at the same time. Today is our third birthday as NCT 127 and our Leader's birthday as well.

"Thank you everyone."

"Speech! Speech," we chant as he has twice as much to celebrate.

"Um, we have worked so hard this year and I'm very grateful for each and everyone of you. I pray we continue to succeed in life as a group and as individuals. To many years."

We all cheers our glasses filled with our drinks of choice. I chose Soju because I need it. I need a few glasses of it. Tomorrow, we are off, finally, so I'm thinking of what to do with this power. I'm definitely going to sleep as soon as we go home.

~*~*~*~*~

"Johnny hyung! Walk properly!"

"I am walking properly. See," I walk straight but have a slight wobble. I took those few glasses like I said I needed. But I'm only tipsy. I'm completely aware of my surroundings ands who's talking to me.

"Mark, are you supporting his side?" Yuta is walking on one side of me and Mark on the other.

"Guys! I'm fine! Seriously. I'm not going to fall or anything. I got this."

They back up a little bit still in arms reach. I honestly feel great right now. I know I'm going to sleep so well tonight. With so much being on my brain, it's nice to get a bit of a breather.

We take the elevator to our respected places and I walk straight to my bed, plopping down.

A day off! What to do? If I sit in the house all day, imma be bored. If I go out, what can one do by themself.

I like hanging out with my members, but sometimes it would like to spend some time alone or talk to someone new. But who can I talk to about these things. People only acknowledge me as Johnny from NCT! Johnny Oppa! Johnny, one of those KPOP guys.

No one sees me as Johnny, your average guy from Chicago. A guy with feelings and emotions. A guy who has a story to tell beyond NCT.

It would be one of the greatest feelings to find that in a person who also has a story to tell! Ears to listen, a shoulder to lean on, and a hand to hold an empty heart, romantically.

My life is full for the most part and I'm very grateful. But one day, there will be a completely full feeling and I will never ask for anything again.

That's the last thought in my head before I pass out!