Hooked ◇ L.Jeno

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[8.07am]

It was a good morning. Birds chirping and a blue sky making it seem like you were in a Disney movie.
Not for Damhee. She was at the hospital. Why you ask? Getting stitches because some man couldn't keep it in his pants.

Turns out cutting her arm on that piece of glass was a much bigger wound than she thought it was.
She ignored it the previous night, still shaken up by the disgusting encounter, resulting in the wound getting worse due to her tossing in bed the whole night.
Not one blink of sleep and she had to wake up at 7am to get to work.

Dealing with the pain from the stitches, she left the hospital to walk to the nearest bus stop. Evn though it was early in the morning, the public places were still infested with creeps who couldn't help but make Damhee feel unsafe.

Taking the bus to her first job, she sat down beside the window. Observing the people on the streets, Damhee spent the 15 minute drive listening to music and catching up with her messages.

Not that there were any.

The only messages she got were from advertisements and bills. She didn't have any close friends, just the ones that she had to maintain friendships with for the sake of her jobs.

Exhaustion taking over, she was about to doze off but the bus screeched to a stop making her jolt from her tired state.
Throwing a thank you to the driver, she walked the next 5 minutes to her job. A grocery store where she worked as a cashier.

This was just another day of putting on a fake smile and trying not to get upset when she had to deal with arrogant customers.

She had two shifts at the store, one in the morning and the other at night. Mornings were never calm, full of people grabbing groceries.

Meanwhile, the nights were just as boring. Zero customers meant nothing to do for Damhee.

At least she got paid.

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Currently on her last shift of the day, Damhee sat alone in the desolate store. Beside the window that looked out to the street, she worried about the dangers of walking home along the street where the assault occured.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the bell ring, which meant a customer entered the store.

She came to her senses when the customer slammed a bunch of first aid materials on the counter. Looking up, she noticed that the customer was a boy, around 20. Dyed blonde hair, an eyebrow slit, tall and definitely handsome.

Only he was hurt. Cuts all over his face, she couldn't help but worry about what happened to him.

"Oh, are you okay Sir? " She questioned quietly, not sure if it was her place to ask.

Running his tongue over his lips, she caught a glimpse of a piercing.

Okay that's hot.

"It's none of your business, just bill this" His deep voice sounded out, and of course he was rude.

"Wow, sorry for asking I guess Rude ass"
She mumbled the last slur and starting billing the items he brought.
Scoffing, the boy ignored the slur he heard and paid for his stuff and left, slamming the door on the way out.