Book 3: Restart

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Day 12

"You're fired."
Sorry? What did he mean that I was fired?? I've been working my ass off for the past year and I'm fired!!

"What do you mean 'I'm fired'!"
"I haven't been very pleased with your performance the last two weeks Yoongi. You've been slacking off, and some of the customers complain about your, appearance. I gave you a chance but I can't take it anymore. Put your apron up."

I was angry.
How was I going to find another job?
I mean I have fucking bills to pay if I didn't want to end up on the streets somewhere.
The job at the tattoo parlor isn't enough and that's the sole reason I took on a second one, and now I'm fired?!!

I slam my locker closed and rush out of the cafe, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I pat my pockets, realizing that I left my box of cigarettes and my lighter in there.

Fuck. I titled my head up, the sun shining mocking rays across my face.
I was having the shittiest day ever.

-

I hated this.
I hated asking for money from him, but I couldn't handle this situation on my own.

Seems like the world hated me.
My landlord came to my door and said I was evicted, a full day after I've been fired from my second job. I've cause no disturbance problems, and I actually pay my bills on time. So, why me?

A week ago everything was fine. I was fine by myself, the peaceful and relaxing place of Ulsan not giving me any stress or worry.

Ever since those two showed up I've been having the worst week ever. In the span of two days I became jobless and homeless.

"Fuck!" I yell into the air.
I hated it.
I hated this.

Why can't I just live a peaceful life by myself without any complications?

-

"Hey!"
"Don't hey me I don't want to be here." Jackson pulled back his hand. "There's no need to be awfully rude Yoongi."

I rolled my eyes and walked past him to get my stuff.
"You know Yoongi, you can't always walk around here with that attitude of yours. You have to start being nice to people."

I didn't have the energy to really argue with him, so I only tapped my foot anxiously next to him as I waited for our luggage to pass.

Once it did I didn't get any time to move before my stuff was presented in front of me by Jackson. He had a smug smile on his face, something that I wanted to punch off.

"Need a hand?"
"No fucking thank you."
Ripping the luggage away from his hands, I ignore his howls of laughter from behind me. At all the attention we were getting my cheeks started to burn a light shade of red.
Moron.

Two minutes later Jackson was by my side again, holding his stupid fucking arm in pain. I decided to punch him to shut him up before security went and got us.
He deserved it for being loud.

"You're really proving that you can't run away forever Yoongi. I mean you're in Seoul now! I've seen the other guys around here sometimes, so you'll just have to talk and make amends! Isn't that great!"

Jackson was the only person from school I've talked to. He recognized me for who I used to be under all my scars and tattoos, and he forced himself into my life because he wanted to 'help'.

He's a therapist, and every chance he gets he begs me on his hands and knees up and down Satan's asshole to go and see one where he works. Me being me I say no and try to avoid him in risk that he'll try to pry though my personal life.