Seventeen Imagines III

#46 "Love Digger"

I was the prettiest girl in our class during my highschool days. But after 10 years, I felt disgraced whenever I looked at myself in front of the mirror.

I have no money to afford getting my nails done every week. No money to have my feet soak in delight for foot spa. No money to buy well-fitted clothes. No money to buy skin care products. No money to complete a basic make-up set. Just... No money for myself.

When my father died right after I graduated in highschool, I became the breadwinner of my family. I worked, worked, worked, work with no sign of stopping this repetitive cycle.

"How pretty," I murmured, feeling helpless while looking at those girls chit chatting inside an expensive looking cafe. I bet that my one week salary has the same value as their drinks and cakes on the table.

My eyes went down, there to my shoes. No matter how I cleaned this, it looks very dirty as if anytime it might break.

"My dream was to wear pretty heels while working."

I am (Y/n). A woman in her 30 who once labeled as the most gorgeous princess in Earth. However, those days were completely gone; leaving no trace at all.

[Hey! Did you see Jemie's post on her instagram?] My bestfriend, a.k.a, my best buddy since highschool, texted me.

[I haven't. Why?]

[She had plastic surgery! Her face completely changed!]

'Really?' I asked myself then quickly checked Jemie's instagram account. It was true. Her nose became small and her wide jaws have slimmed. Her eyes are as pretty as doll. Wow.

[Pretty scary, right? She looks hideous] my bff texted.

[No. It looks good on her.] I replied.

[Eh? Lol. But plastic surgery is still fake.]

[You're just jealous. XD]

[LMAO NO! HAHAHAHAHHAAHA]

Laughing at her reply, I continued browsing on my Instagram. I saw some posts of my former classmates; some posted their vacation overseas, their new gadgets, their leisure, their food trips, etc.

'Looking at this will make me just jealous, indeed.'

I lied down on my bed, grunting like a pig. Then seconds after, an absurd idea slipped from my mouth, "Should I just marry a rich guy instead?"

My imagination went wild as I think of marrying someone for his money. Like shopping all the things I wanted, giving allowance to my family, eating foods in best resorts and....

"No!" I shouted as I sat up. "I can't!"

The last thing that made me jumped on my bed was having a thought of kissing a guy who I don't love.

"There's no way I can do that. Never."

In the end, my hilarious imagination became useless.

The next morning, I woke up early to prepare for my new work. My mother's friend runs a spa and asked me to work as their massager. Of course, I experienced work training first before going to the field. And today is my first day! Yahoo!

Wage is pretty high and I heard that customers sometimes gave huge tip if they love your service.

"(Y/n), there's a customer on the third room. He gives nice tips so do well, okay?" Our receptionist told me.

"Sure, sure. Thanks."

I walked towards the third room. Standing by the entrance, I knocked first. "Sir, can I go in?"

Customers have to strip... I mean, take off their clothes and wear only a short if they wanted a full body massage. It was very awkward for me at first but since he will be my fourth guy customer today, I think I can now handle my awkwardness.

'This is work. This is work,' I told to myself.

"Yes. Please come in"

I opened the door. What welcomed me is his damn perfect six pack abs. He's a bit skinny but because I preferred skinny guys over masculine man, he looks so sexy for me.

'Come on (Y/n)! This is not the time to get amaze at your customer's body!'

"Oh? (Y/n)?"

'See? He even knows your name. He...what?!'

From his body, my eyes lifted to his small face. "Oh?" I gasped after I recognized this man in front of me.

"Y-You are working here?" He stuttered, getting a towel to cover his body.

It's been a long time but I still remember him — the guy who kept on following me during our high school days.

"Y-Yeah," I swallowed my pride together with my faint answer.

"Woah. It's been a long time," he chuckled.

I clenched my fists then forced a smile to him. "Indeed. Then, should we start your full body massage? Sir?"

His smile faded. He scratched the tip of his nose and opened his lips again, "No. I mean, ahmmm... I... I can't let you... You know... It's embarrassing."

Embarrassing? It should be my line though. Imagine, a girl who rejected him appeared one day as a body massager, and him as customer. My pride just crashed into thin air.

"Then I'll ask another staff instead." I turned around while holding my breath. Once I leave here, I can breathe. Yes I can. Please.

"Wait!"

My pace halted by his call. Unable to breathe comfortably, I looked back again. "Yes?"

"When will your work end?" He asked.

"Huh?" I uttered.

"I am so happy to meet you after long years. So, if you're free after work, can I treat you to the restaurant across the street?"

"Across the street? You mean, La voreign restaurant?"

"Yes."

"But that restaurant has expensive foods."

"Don't worry. It's my sister's restaurant."

"..."

"So, are you free?"

I only thought about this last night - marrying a rich guy. However, I didn't expect that the answer to my unrealistic resolution came right in front of me.

Will I really do it? Can I really date a guy just for my own greed?

"Okay. See you at 6pm, Minghao."

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