Nabi

January 18, 2018 "NST is coming here?" I shouted out loud in pure disbelief. Clearly this is a mistake, there's no way this is happening. This isn't happening as far as I know I could be simply just imagining all of this. That’s it, it’s all just imaginary. She didn’t say that, no. "Excuse me Miss Choi?" My boss is giving me the death stare from interrupting her. A few people turn around from their chairs looking at me. That’s it all eyes on me, it’s quite embarrassing. She clears her throat then continues speaking. Slowly everyone turns back to face her "Yes, I have agreed to have NST perform their Love Love tour at our baseball stadium." She sort of side eyes me tossing a wink. Her voice fades and I can’t help but begin to feel nausea. NST is coming to perform at my job, which means I'm going to see them up close. The nerves begin to shoot up my body, like heated ice. I need to request this day off. Who’s NST if you may ask? Well NST is a group from South Korea. They aren’t your popular BTS or Black Pink. They are from a small company label under the name of HitSmash Entertainment. The group consist of seven members Moon, Gen, Yoon, Hoshi, Chi, Terry, and Gukki. They are loved mostly in the states which is probably why they are having their first concert here in New York. This is actually a dream come true, maybe I’ll be able to get floor seats. I raise my hand clearing my throat to get my bosses attention respectfully this time. “Do you know what date they are going to be performing here?" She looks annoyed with me. Stupid Nabi, you keep interrupting her while she’s trying to give us information. There’s a possibility she already said the date while me being bubble brain was to busy lost in my own thoughts. "October 10th." The tone in her voice isn’t too harsh. I think your girl is off the hook this time. Then she goes back to talking to everyone. I hear a few chuckles from the group of i***t men colleagues who are to my left ear buzzing non sense per usual. "Why do you want to see a group of men with makeup on? What makes them so special? I never even heard of these losers. They probably suck, that’s why Korea is dropping them off here, maybe to even get some talent." The biggest douchebag of them all starts complaining. Unfortunately we’ve been partnered together for a lot of tasks. He gives me more headaches than your average menstrual cycle. "You need a real man that can take care of that fat ass of yours." The parasite strikes again with another vile comment this time he has the audacity to rub my left thigh. Where’s the Lysol when I need it. I turn to my side to face him giving him those puppy-dog eyes that he's been dying to get from me since the day I started working here. Derek thinks I'm going to give in, he thinks I want him. Please, he has another thing coming. Him trying so hard like this isn’t sexy at all, not one bit. Its actually cringy. He has all the features of a typical f**k boy, dirty blonde hair, perfect smile, tall and tone, he is structurally built like a god, but I kid you not there’s nothing godly about his personality. He looks like a wet horny Chihuahua ready to f**k a stuffed teddy. Absolutely pathetic. “Coming from someone who doesn’t have a clue on respecting others.” I finally speak moving his veiny hand off my thigh placing it back on his. I knew I should’ve brought my hand sanitizer. He screams every STD there is in the disease book itself. Derek snorts cockily testing my limits, not getting the hint that I’m not your average ‘Play Girl’. He throws his hand over my breast, cupping a nice handful. Within a blink of an eye I already had him whimpering underneath the palm of my hand, clenching on to his sorry genitalia. Yeah this man is made of the size of a walnut, equivalent to the size of his brain. I clench his sack so hard I hope to get him singing an apology in the tune of one of NST’s most popular song. Oh no, I don’t just clench, me being myself I have to add in a small twist. His dreadful eyes flick towards me in agony. I scoff “Scumbag.” The vein on his left temple begins protrude a small lump exposing his green vein that was hidden a second ago. "Shhh, don't cry now." I whispered. "Aww does it hurt? Shouldn’t be touching me like that don’t you think?'' As I’m squeezing it more, the sweat begins to trickle down his forehead. "Don't ever disrespect them or me again you got that pebble d**k? You don’t know them." My teeth definitely gritted. I released my hand for sure in need of hand sanitizer. The only people who saw what just happened were his airhead friends that are laughing and teasing him now. "What's wrong Derek? She got your pebbled d**k wrapped around her finger?" Their laughter is so childish, very immature, sort of like a group of teenage boys seeing a pair of breasts for the first time. "More like he just became someone's b***h" Another dog howled beside him. I can’t help but chuckle now he’s the one getting teased. My attention goes back to my boss that probably talked about important things I needed to hear, but Jack ass to my left had to intervene toxically at that. My arm shoots high again, surprisingly she notices right away, giving me a nod. "Is it mandatory to work that day?" "Yes." Her eyes trail Jackass over here then she slowly looks at me with a slight shake to her head followed by a raise to the brow. She clears her throat, "Since this will be the group's first stadium concert in the states we need all hands on deck, you got that? We are expecting a full house stadium, roughly 40,000 fans." She sways her head from side to side using arm gestures. A smile grew on my face, I not only get a free concert but that also means I get to work alongside NST. We've had crazy good concerts in this stadium before but those artists were never sellouts. At this moment my mind isn’t even thinking of Derek the Jackass. I’m overly excited in meeting NST. My heart burst in warmth, painting this silly grin on my face. I'm going to see NST up close without having to fight their crazy fandom for tickets. I guess working at a Publiks stadium does pay off in some aspects. Everyone gets dismissed to head home and I'm still sitting there smiling completely in a dazed. "Miss Choi please come here." Shit, what does my boss want now? I waltz up to her in her office expecting something terrible to be said. Her brown eyes Pierce right into me, then she looks me up and down. "Care to explain what happened between you and Mr. Young?" Awe s**t. "Sorry, but he's a prick, you know I can't stand him." My sigh was so strong it possessed my eyes to roll along too as I plop down on the empty chair in front of her chocolate colored wooden desk. "It sucks that he's actually cute." She laughs, as if she’s comedian of the year. I fold both arms over my chest looking at her confused and slightly concerned. "Being cute doesn't make you a man, and sure as hell also doesn't give you the right to touch me inappropriately.” I lean back into the hard uncomfortable chair. “That man’s ego is bigger than this stadium itself." Her mouth parts then gets covered by her hand. "Sister I'm so sorry." She reaches her hand out to my right shoulder. "Don't sister 'I'm sorry' me." I retract her touch, giving her quotation gestures to mock her. "That guy is an asshole, and you know that Yeonji." I glance around to make sure nobody is ease dropping our conversation. Well mostly just Derek. "Let loose" She says softly sitting on top of her desk. "everything will be okay after I'm done dealing with him" Yeonji waddles around to her chair, closing her eyes. She looks and sounds as if she’s meditating, humming. She so furious, I can tell, big sisters usually never like their little sisters getting messed with, even though I’m twenty-three, she still treats me like I’m twelve sometimes. "Mmhm, that won't do." Yeonji quickly changes the subject. "Do you want to grab dinner with me at that new Korean restaurant Gosso Pak that just opened up?" She leans forward placing her hands on the table waiting for my response. I can't help but smile, she knows food is my body’s medicine when I’m upset. "Of course, I was waiting for you to ask me." I leap up so fast for a moment I’ve became a frog. I wrap my arms around her and begin dragging her out of her office. "I can fangirl to you for the next ten months" I brag. Yeonji smiles grabbing a hold of her keys from inside her purse. "Tsss, okay just don't try to get me to read those smutty NST fan fictions you're into.” I take it back, she is comedian of the year. "Those are the best." I snort.