|𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃|
❝Nice dress. Can I talk you out of it?❞
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𝗠𝗢𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗡 𝗔𝗨 ✧
Exhausted from living in a toxic environment, she decides to potentiate herself in a very unusual department in her life.
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⚠️ +𝟷𝟾 | 𝙼𝙰𝚃...
The 22-year-old Lee Jieun tossed her bag onto the floor beside a convenience store and sank down beside it after yet another horrible job interview. She let out a heavy sigh, closing her eyes as she leaned her head back against the wall.
How did things get to that point? Her life should be completely different by now. But what a girl like her, without enough savings, out of college, and still lived with her parents could accomplish in life?
She scoffed mentally at herself.
Perhaps she wasn't the kind of lucky one. Not even for love.
There was not much to tell about her love life anyway—or lack thereof—since the opinions of others covered just about all the details. None of her relationships ever worked out, no matter how hard she tried; no one seemed able to fill that lingering emptiness. Most of the time, Jieun drifted through life with near invisibility.
Maybe there was something wrong with her.
Sighing, Jieun reached for the plastic bag from the convenience store and pulled out a bottle of beer. She popped it open and took a long sip, draining nearly half in one go. It was late—too late—but it wasn't like her parents would notice she was gone.
Jieun could smell the changing season on the wind in the slightly crisp feeling in the air of Seoul city, which only depressed her further. The Seoul sky hung over her in a dirty shade of gray, the kind that usually promised snow, though not a single flake had fallen yet. Still, it was cold enough. She shivered, tugging her black leather jacket tighter, but the chill seeped right through.
She set the bottle aside and reached for the last item in her bag: a pack of cigarettes. Jieun had never liked them, always thought they were full of chemicals and worse. Her uncle used to warn her father that his smoking would eventually ruin his lungs. Yet, here he was, still alive.
Well, the bastard was still very much alive.
Pulling out a cigarette, she rolled it between her fingers, curious about what made these things so addictive. She wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings until she heard soft footsteps approaching. A figure had stopped nearby without her noticing and surprised her by flicking a lighter.
Her eyes traveled slowly up to see who it was. Standing there was a tall young man, clad in a black leather jacket similar to hers, the layers of clothing hinting at the solid build beneath.
