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A/N: I also need a COVER PHOTO for this one. :D I just wanna say that Mr. Ggomo is Moonbyul's cat here. :D :D :D I miss Ggomo's presence after watching(stalking) Wheein's Instagram. ALTER CHANGED THE CHARACTERS. I AM MORE COMFORTABLE IN SOLAR'S BRAIN kekekkeke






Hot Chocolate

When I woke up this morning the last thing I expected was to get fired. I got fucking fired from work today. I've given those assholes at RBW Accounting the best 2 and half years of my life and they fired me! What pisses me off the most is the fact that they knew they were going to fire me probably on Friday when I left work. So, they let me have an amazing weekend just for me to wake up at 5 am, take 2 trains to the other side of town, have me work for 2 hours, then fire me.

What am I supposed to tell my parents? I'm from a small town in Jejudo called Seogwipo. My dad made a modest living by owning one of the local pharmacies, while my mom is a librarian, which is where my love for reading comes from. When I was younger after school I would walk to the library and wait for my mom to get off work, I would get lost in reading and not even realize how much time had passed. My dad wanted me to go to college so I could be a pharmacy tech and take over the family business. There was no way I was staying in that damn city to become a Jeju Loser...no way. So, after high school, I made the big jump and moved to Seoul with my best friend Hwasa. Hwasa went to Seoul University to study psychology, while I worked at a diner where the waitresses sang show tunes. I literally moved here with few bucks and a dream. I refuse to let my parents find out and hear the 'I told you so' speech that parents give.

I know it sounds cheesy, but I am a fairly good singer. Okay, I'm fucking amazing but I'm working on my humility. My goal was to get discovered and sign a huge recording contract but after Hwasa fell in love and moved in with her boyfriend Loco, I was left with a rent bill of $1000 a month, plus cable, internet, lights, heat, and God the list goes on and on. So, I had to find more stable employment and put my dream of seeing my name in lights on the back burner. I went to a temp agency and landed a job as a secretary at an accounting firm. I've always been good at math, so I quickly worked my way up through the company and was given the title of a Jr. Accountant a year ago.

While I wasn't necessarily happy at work, I didn't completely hate my job, it paid well after all. My parents were slowly coming around to the fact that I was living in Seoul, having a good job definitely helped. Seoul was this big fast city that apparently scared the hell out of them. So, here I was 22 years old with a pretty good job, a nice amount of money in my checking and savings account, I'm flawless, and I'm living the Korean dream, well trying to at least. Then what happens....I get fuckin fired!

After I was embarrassingly walked out of the building by one of the security guards, with my desk packed up in a box, I stood in front of the building staring at the front door. I have so many emotions going through my body right now; with the main one being rage. I'm known for going straight to hell on people, but I instead take the pictures I had on my desk from the box and slip them in the messenger bag I had with me and throw the rest of the shit in the garbage. I don't want any reminders of this stupid job that betrayed me.

I pull out of my iPod and turn to my inspirational playlist. Yes, I have an inspirational playlist. Hwasa suggested I make one so it will calm me down after I went bitching in a restaurant a few weeks ago and threw my plate at a waiter. I turn to my favorite song on the playlist Mamamoo's "Yes, I Am," I played this song over and over when I first moved to Seoul and would start to feel depressed without my parents or other family members and it would calm me down. So, I guess now is a good time as any time to play it, right?

I go to Starbucks and order my usual from Dahyun, a venti soy hazelnut latte with a few shakes of cinnamon and a raspberry scone. The Seoul autumn wind swirls around and sends a deep chill through my body so I zip up my jacket and head to a small park close to where my job, shit excuse me, my old job is. I sit on the bench and pull out my phone. I want to call Hwasa so I can scream and yell and cuss but I know she is at work and the last thing I want to do is drop this on her. She just landed this new gig and we are meeting for lunch around 1 anyways. I look down at my watch... 11 am. So, I have 2 hours to kill.