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"And your name please?" the tall guy asks me. I glare at him and internally smile at the way he was behaving in front of others.
"Kim Leah. And I'll be the new music video editor-"
I hear a faint voice interrupt me, "woah! A new editor! How could SM replace its inestimably precious- Editor Kim?"
"--new music video editor'S ASSISTANT," I finish with an eye roll.
The tall guy snaps his fingers at me and directs all the new employees to their respective workspace. Fascinated, I drag my fingers across the polished table with a huge smile. Before my fingers could touch the end, he pulls my hand to his chest and forces me to look into his eyes.
He shakes his head in disapproval and shushes me. Exactly what I expected from him... from Sehun.
"...pretend like we don't know each other," he requested this morning over the phone, and I did just that.
My thoughts were interrupted abruptly by a new employee who accidentally bumped into me. I turn back and bow to apologize. Looking at my mouth hanging open, stunned by his handsome looks, he stretches his hand out and says with a warm smile,
"Annyonghaseyo, I'm Zhang Yixing, the new translator, and subtitler. Annyonghaseyo."
With a chuckle, I reply, "too many 'annyonghaseyos' don't you think? Anyways, annyonghaseyo, I'm Kim Le-" Sehun cuts me and begins,
"Good Morning everyone, as you might know, the person in charge is currently on leave so I will be helping and assisting all the new employees today. You can always find me in the dance room... I'm the new idol's choreographer- Oh Sehun."
I take a seat in the auditorium for the CEO's welcome speech and correct my make-up. Just then I see a creepy guy in black running around like a maniac, probably hiding from someone.
As he sprinted past me, I could easily tell that he looked like an unemployed college drop-out who reeked of alcohol.
Unable to control my extroverted ass, I start a conversation with the person sitting beside me. And as most of you would have guessed, I did all the talking while Lee Ching, as she claimed her name to be, tried avoiding eye contact.
As they dimmed the lights, I quickly kept my backpack down and made myself comfortable. Soon, the CEO of SM Entertainment, an old guy just like you would see in most Korean dramas started his speech,
"...... and I believe you all have come here to work wholeheartedly, for the development of not only SM but also yourself. Our entertainment company is only known for SHINee, the super famous boy band that has become the world sensation now, but our motive is to give an opportunity to all our talented artists. As the new year has just begun, we wish to debut Xiumin, our new hope, and spirit, as soon as possible.
.... all the new employees will be in charge of everything that would take to make Xiumin the new heartthrob of Korea. I would also like to remind all of you that SM only started two years ago and is now one of the most popular companies despite having much fewer employees. I wish a warm welcome to all our new employees and heartily congratulate...."
Hearing muffled footsteps, I look down to fetch my backpack. That's when I see the same creepy unemployed guy run out with my backpack. I sprint out of the auditorium, half following him, half searching for a huge flower vase to hit his head with.
I manage to enter the room and without him noticing, I lock the door. He flinches at the sound and turns back panicking. Before my eyes could look anywhere down, he hastily pulled his fly up and covered his crotch.
"Wh-what the heck!? this is the men's washroom!" he whisper-shouts with his deep voice.
"I do realize that Mr. Red-Calvin-Klein-Underwear, but I guess YOU are the one who owes me an explanation for kidnapping my backpack!" I scream.
"What? no! this is my backpack! why would a Ms. White-Lace-Bra have a black backpack?"
"Look, firstly, not all girls wear a white laced bra, secondly I'm wearing a sports bra, thirdly WAIT DID I JUST-" I cover my face in embarrassment and mentally plan a suicide note for revealing something SO NOT NEEDED.
I hastily grab my bag from his hand and try running away. The yank causes my bag to open and my favorite lipstick hits the floor, the cap in two pieces now. Before I could shoot a death glare, he withdraws his hands and says,
"I swear I'll pay for it! just don't tell anyone that I'm here."
"Yeah right! being unemployed, 'YOU' will pay for my Gucci Rouge A Levres Voile lipstick?" I shout back, irritated and half wishing he was small enough to flush him down the toilet.
"I'm not unemployed! I'm the future CEO of this company!"
I ignore him and walk out mumbling, "yes, yes, and I'm the future president of South Korea." What was I expecting from a maniac?
Looking at me come out of the men's washroom, the bodyguard corrects his black sunglasses and whispers something into his walkie-talkie. What a beautiful first day! I wish I could... flush two people.
As I approach him, I hide my face with the bag and walk as fast as I can. He blocks the narrow passage with his robust body and glares at me suspiciously. I take a quick look at his identity card and decide to act like I know him.
"Suho! oh my god! it's been such a long time! Remember me? This is Leah. We were in the same h-high school!" I say, hoping he would fall for it and bite my lower lip.
"I was homeschooled," he says sternly. Alexa, how to tie a noose?
"Umm-" he cuts my words with a sudden soul-crushing hug and rests his head over my shoulder. Taken aback, I try processing everything again in my non-existent brain and decide to play along.
"Yes, Lia! of course, I remember you! I was just joking; I wasn't homeschooled or anything. I missed you so much! Remember our late-night ice-cream parties?" he says with a soft voice.
Feeling his tears wet my shirt, I understood that I could no longer correct him. It was shocking how the robust man who was standing in front of me a few seconds back, ready to murder me with just a gaze was now so emotional and wretched.
