DAWN'S DARKNESS | K .TH

Stubborn (Chapter 6)

Suddenly, I heared a horn outside the house..I ran over the stairs.

I immediately opened the door without even giving him a chance to press the bell.

Me: don't enter! We can talk outside.

The person shook his head.

I closed the door behind my back and pushed the person taking him away the door.

Me: NOW SAY!! what do you want to talk.

Taehyung: Actually....I.. felt guilty about... the thing t-that-

Me: fast..

Taehyung: I'M SORRY

Me: W-wha-?? Sorry? Did you just say me sorry???? Omg I'm the luckiest person right now..

I couldn't believe my eyes while he rolled his eyes which made me do the same.

Me: but for what's is this "sOrRy" for?

Taehyung: I was guilty that I fired you from that café just for a small mistake...

Me: Oh... but I won't forgive you

I turned around to open door to get inside my house when....he held my wrist and made me turn to face him.....

Taehyung: Will you work for me?

Me: ....w-what? Why?

Taehyung: Will you?

Me: but what will be my work? Don't tell that you're gonna ask me to be your secretary....

Taehyung: You imagine too much..
*he let out a chuckle* you can do whatever you want. Not something permanent..

Me: what?

Taehyung: painting? I know you're good at it.

Me: but... how did you know? I don't paint anymore...

Taehyung: so what? You just need to start again. Work for me or else I'll make sure that you get job in nowhere.

He said looking into my eyes.

Me: but-

Before I could say anything that mf left.
How can he take my decisions? He has no rights. I should keep applying for jobs.

Few Days Later

"Sorry Ms. Haneul, but we can't hire you...."

Me: mwo? But whyyy????

*Sorry we just can't try somewhere else"

I stood up like a dead body and walked outside hanging my head low.

It's been 3 days since I am searching for a job.

But I couldn't manage to get a job anywhere.

My resume was good, My interviews went good but somehow bad luck was attached to me.

"This is all because of him. He is a bad luck. Bad luck. I just want to kick him", I kicked in air but soon my anger was replaced by disappointment again. I sat at a nearby bench holding my hot dog.

But I was in my own thoughts not even taking a bit of it.

This is not what I wanted. I was supposed to be completing my internship and getting a good job. I just started to live on my own.

"In some cultures, It's a disrespect if you keep your food waiting for you"

A familiar voice made me snap out of my thoughts.