From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 238: Dinner at Min-Jae

Min-Jae led Dayo inside the house, closing the door behind them.

"Make yourself comfortable," Min-Jae said casually as he dropped his keys on the counter. "You’ve been moving like someone who hasn’t rested in weeks."

Dayo chuckled softly. "You’re not wrong."

He took a few steps in, then paused.

He inhaled slowly.

Once.

Twice.

Then he laughed.

"Wow," Dayo said, shaking his head. "Brother, with oil smelling this good and a girlfriend who cooks like this, you’re safe for life."

Min-Jae rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the smirk tugging at his lips. "Here you go again."

Dayo glanced at him sideways. "Wipe that smile off your face before I change my mind and take her."

Min-Jae snorted. "You can try. But you’ll never get this one."

"Oh?" Dayo raised an eyebrow. "You sound very sure."

"Of course I am," Min-Jae replied confidently.

Before Dayo could respond, footsteps came from the kitchen.

A woman stepped into the living room.

She wasn’t flashy. Not loud. Not overdone.

Slim figure. Neatly braided hair. Calm posture.

There was a quiet composure about her — a gentle presence that didn’t demand attention, yet still held it.

She smiled shyly.

"Oh my God," she said softly. "It really is you. You must be Dayo."

Dayo turned fully toward her and smiled. "And you must be Yeobo."

Her eyes widened slightly. "You know my name?"

Min-Jae scoffed. "I talk too much, remember?"

Yeobo laughed lightly. "I’ve heard so much about you. Min-Jae never stops talking."

Dayo placed a hand on his chest. "I hope they were good things."

"They were," she replied quickly. "Very good things."

Min-Jae cleared his throat. "Alright, enough praise. Sit down before his head swells."

They all laughed as they moved toward the dining area.

Dinner was already laid out.

They sat.

Yeobo served the plates carefully, a little shy but clearly comfortable in her space.

Dayo took his first bite.

Then another.

He nodded slowly.

"This is really good," he said honestly. "You didn’t lie to me, Min-Jae."

Yeobo smiled, clearly pleased. "Thank you."

Min-Jae leaned back, satisfied. "See? I told you."

As they ate, the conversation flowed easily.

"So," Dayo said, glancing between them, "how long have you two been together? Because this is news to me."

Min-Jae laughed. "You never ask."

"That’s not true."

"It is," Min-Jae replied. "Every call is business. Deals. Plans. Work."

Dayo paused, then nodded. "Okay... fair. So how long?"

Min-Jae and Yeobo exchanged a look before Min-Jae finally spoke.

"Yeobo is my childhood sweetheart."

Dayo froze mid-bite, eyes widening as he looked at them both.

"No way."

Min-Jae smiled, clearly enjoying his reaction. "Yes way."

"Man," Dayo said, shaking his head. "I feel bad not knowing this after all these years."

"It’s okay," Yeobo said gently. "You know now, and that’s what matters."

Dayo nodded, then asked curiously, "So when did you first hear about me?"

Yeobo smiled softly. "Since the Global Competition days. He talks about you like family. Sometimes I feel like the third wheel."

Dayo laughed. "For real? That long?"

She didn’t answer — only nodded.

Min-Jae waved his hand dismissively. "Ignore her. She’s exaggerating."

"She’s not," Yeobo said calmly.

Dayo smiled. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

Min-Jae’s phone rang.

He glanced at the screen. "I’ll take this outside."

Once he stepped away, the atmosphere shifted — quieter, more personal.

Dayo looked at Yeobo. "How is he doing? I hope he’s not overworking himself."

She sighed softly. "Ever since you handed him the company, he hasn’t slowed down."

Dayo nodded. "That sounds like him."

"He looks up to you," she continued. "A lot. He doesn’t say it, but he’s always trying to measure up."

Dayo was silent for a moment. "I know. I just never wanted to pressure him."

Yeobo smiled gently. "He doesn’t see it as pressure. He sees it as motivation."

Min-Jae returned shortly after.

"What did I miss?" he asked suspiciously.

"Nothing," Dayo replied easily.

"And after dinner, we have something to talk about," Min-Jae added.

Dayo nodded. "Alright."

Dinner wrapped up not long after.

They moved back to the living room.

Min-Jae sat across from Dayo, his tone turning serious.

"Remember when you told me you wanted to enter the movie industry and asked me to set connections on the ground?"

Dayo nodded. "Yeah."

"I see why now," Min-Jae said quietly.

"Oh?" Dayo raised an eyebrow. "Go on."

"Did something happen on set?" Min-Jae probed.

Dayo smiled faintly. "You heard something?"

"Yes," Min-Jae said. "From people connected to VIREX."

Dayo’s expression tightened slightly. "I figured."

"They’re not happy," Min-Jae continued. "They think you crossed a line."

"They blacklisted someone without reason," Dayo replied calmly. "I refused to play along."

Min-Jae’s jaw tightened. "Tell me."

Dayo explained everything — Park Hyun-Seo, the blacklist, the pressure.

Min-Jae listened quietly.

When Dayo finished, Min-Jae exhaled sharply. "I know how that feels."

He did.

If not for Dayo’s support back then, he wouldn’t have recovered himself.

Silence followed.

Then Min-Jae spoke again.

"Do what you believe is right. I trust your judgment."

Dayo smiled. "That’s why I came. I just hope this won’t cause trouble for you."

"They won’t cross legal lines," Min-Jae replied. "I blocked that route. But they have deep connections — deeper than mine. They’ll move carefully now that they know I’m involved."

"That’s a relief," Dayo said.

He had anticipated this. That was why he warned Min-Jae early.

It was also why he never rushed into Hollywood.

That place was a deeper mess — not a sea you dive into blindly.

Yeobo returned to clear the dishes.

"I’ll help," Dayo said, standing.

She laughed. "Guests don’t clean."

"Not in my book."

Later, as Dayo prepared to leave, Min-Jae crossed his arms.

"Why don’t you sleep over?"

"Another time," Dayo said. "I’ll be here for months anyway."

Yeobo smiled. "Next time, you’re cooking."

Dayo blinked. "Me?"

"Yes," she said, laughing. "Min-Jae never shuts up about your food. Even the last time he visited you, he said yours was better than mine."

"He really doesn’t," she added.

Min-Jae stayed silent, looking away like a cat caught red-handed.

Dayo laughed. "Alright. Deal."

At the door, Min-Jae clapped Dayo on the shoulder.

"Be careful out there."

"Always," Dayo replied.

He stepped outside.

The door closed behind him.

And as he walked away, Dayo knew one thing—

Whatever storm was coming...

He wasn’t facing it alone.