"Ah, fuck!" Oska exclaimed as he threw his bag on the car floor. He was fuming after that unknown guy had humiliated him.
He breathed heavily as he looked at where the nasty truck he went into was and scoffed. Who did he think he was speaking to Oska like that when he had such a trash ride?
"What are you doing?" he snapped at the person on the driver's seat. "Drive."
"Yes, sir," Assistant Byun muttered.
Oska's eyes narrowed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "What are you doing here anyway? Where's my manager?"
"He ate something bad and had to go to the hospital due to explosive diarrhea," Assistant Byun said. "Mr. Kim told me to assist you myself."
Oska clicked his tongue and shook his head. "I guess that's good. You can take me to Saliva tonight, can you?"
Assistant Byun pursed his lips and didn't heed to his request right away. "I'm assuming the auditions didn't go well?"
