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“Then that settles it. I’ll talk it over with the guys, first, though,” I say, stepping inside and tapping the button for the top floor.
“I didn’t agree to this.”
“Apparently you have,” I nestle in closer to him. “And I think it’s hot that you can play.”
“I can’t wait,” He Sook says with a slight squeal. “And he can sing too.”
“Are you a fan of Warrior Black like your brother?” I ask Lyric’s sister, but my attention shifts to my blushing man.
“I’m a fan of my brother. Don’t you know he was the up-and-coming singer for a K-pop group?
“Yes, but I thought he was—”
“He is standing right here.” Irritation is evident in Lyric’s voice.
She waves off her brother and continues. “No, Rafe—May I call you Rafe?”
“Yes,” I chuckle.
“My brother and his group were already hitting the Korean charts and they were only together for four months. They were supposed to be the next BTS—well, that was what my father said before someone videotaped Yeong kissing a boy—Min Jun, in fact.” She continues talking all the way up and out of the elevator.
“Rafe already know all this,” Lyric says with continued annoyance.
“Not all of it. Continue He-Sook, may I call you that?” I squeeze Lyric’s hand, silently letting him know that I’m enjoying his sister’s banter.
“Of course. Anyway, the video went viral and my father was so angry that he sent Lyric away to one of our aunts.”
“Not an aunt,” Lyric huffs. His skin is flushed and he’s rubbing at his temple like he has a headache.
“Oh, that’s right. She wasn’t a relative.” He Sook quiets. She looks at her brother and utters, “Trust me, if I had a choice, I would have dealt with her instead of father.”
“I guess you’re right.”
I open the door and let He Sook enter the suite first, then Lyric and I. Before he’s fully in the hotel room, I kiss the back of his neck. “I really did miss you.”
He turns his head, kisses my lips and whispers, “I missed you too.”
“Lyric, and who’s this?” Danny says as he quickly pulls Lyric in for a hug.
“Danny, this is my sister, He Sook.”
“Lyric,” Callum calls out, fist bumping my guy. Yes, he’s my fucking man and nothing is going to change that.
“It’s good to see you, Lyric.” Connor winks.
“So this is the band,” He Sook says, eyeing each of us.
“Yes.” Lyric points to Danny. “Danny is the lead singer, Connor is on drums, Callum plays bass and Rafe plays lead guitar. And the rest of the men are security. Tobias, John, Fig, Dom and that’s Ji over there. I’m sorry I don’t know the others.”
“Wow. This is so cool. Yeong, you have to play the keyboard,” she announces, which means every pair of eyes turns to me.
“Wait,” Connor says. “You play the keyboard?”
“No. I play the piano. Like I told Rafe, two different instruments.”
“But he can read music,” I tell my bandmates, looking each of them in the eyes.
Danny is practically vibrating with excitement. “Since Bobby isn’t here to play, and Lyric can play the piano and read music, why not give him a try at practice later, if Dante can find us a place to practice?” Then Danny looks at Dante.
