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(a/n: this is you- a department store part timer)
Hot chicken instant ramen.....1100 ₩
*beep*500ml mineral water.....400 ₩
*beep*Readymade kimchi.....800 ₩
*beep*Shaving cream....3000 ₩
*beep*
"And that will be a total of 5300 ₩, sir," I say. The middle-aged man throws the money on the table and spits the bubble gum on the bill. I clench my fists and reluctantly bow down, "thank you, sir."
Now it's time to finish my assignment before another customer walks in.
Here I am sitting on a broken stool with a vibrant colored apron over my cheap winter clothes, working part-time in a department store to meet my daily expenses. Two more months and I'll be out of Yonsei University.
I sigh and close the fat glossy book on spectrum engineering and check the time. I pack my books and switch off all the lights to head out to my studio apartment, the smallest building in my neighborhood, located right next to the super famous building- Big Hit entertainment.
I step out and search for the keys to lock the department store. Well, I'm done with the essay so, I only have the project left. Someone cuts my thoughts and pushes the door open, running into the department store.
"Sir, the store is closed. It would be appreciated if you could leave. Sorry for your inconvenience," I scream as I run behind the strange man in black clothes and a black mask.
Before I could talk to him, I hear a group of ladies screaming and running like a pack of dogs fighting for meat. They look around in confusion and one of them screams, "Girls, Oppa went that way!" all of them nod and again start running in the opposite direction.
Ok, wtf is going on? Anyways, I better focus on kicking this weird customer out. Wait, I forgot to switch off the computer. I walk to the billing counter and click the mouse. Ugh, the stupid mouse won't work now! I kick the table and punch the wall.
*Anger management issues*
"Ouch!" I hear a voice whimper in pain.
"Excuse me, sir! what are you doing under the table? not to be rude, but can I see your ID card, and do you mind getting out?"
