The Constant | Choi Mujin

five

Knock knock.

Ugh. Please leave me alone. No one told me that operation Make Mujin's Rep Good Again was going to begin TODAY. I didn't even get a facial done yet. He can't expect me to go to the Charity Auction like this. I look like a bozo. 

"Ayeong, get up, Mr. Mujin is gonna be pissed," his secretary said.

"But I already said my dress doesn't fit me good! Does he want to sabotage his date?" I complained, swinging my arms like a child.

"You haven't even tried it on yet," 

I get up from the couch, annoyed at him. 

"I don't have to. I can tell it won't fit me"

He eyed me and sighed. Yeah, that's what you get for making me wear this ugly dress. Suddenly, Mujin enters the room and looked at us. He wasn't happy.

"Put it on," he ordered.

Yes, zaddy.

No, I can't say that out loud. Okay, okay, deep breaths.

"Fine, but you better have another dress ready cause this one definitely won't fit me," I picked up the dress and swayed my ass to the toilet to change.

*

"Hah! What'd I tell you?" 

The fabric on my body hung awkwardly on the bust area but fitted my waist quite well. Still, the dress looked bad. Not to mention it was puke-colored. Whoever picked this dress needs to be slapped in the ass. In a way that will hurt and not feel good.

The men stared at the ugly dress. They went from looking like mob bosses to losers.

"Sooooo..." I started to say.

"The auction doesn't start until this night. We have five hours for you to find a new dress. I'm busy so you'll have to take someone else with you. Jung Taeju, take care of her."

Taeju nodded and extended his hand out, indicating that we should go. I quickly changed back into my old clothes and left with him.

*

We ended up finding a nice dress using Mujin's credit card. Oh, how I wish I could spend this much money every day. Maybe being involved with Choi Mujin wasn't so bad.

I called Jiwoo on the way home to see how she was doing.

"Sooo, anything I should know about at the gym? Did anyone try to start anything?" I asked her worriedly.

"Sigh, they're not accepting of me, but everything's fine for now," Jiwoo spoke.

I rested my head against the car seat Taeju was driving in and looked at the pink and blue afternoon sky.

"Really? That's not that bad. If u have problems at all, tell me, yea?"

Jiwoo hummed in return and we hung up on each other. Taeju looked at me from his rearview mirror and started,

"Do you still not trust us?"

Please, who would trust druggies. You guys get stabbed and walk it off all the time. Or does that only happen in movies?

"Well, those people at the gym aren't officially with the drug ring, yet. It doesn't count, right?"

He ignored me and kept driving until we were at the Liber Casino and Hotel again.

*

After a team of hair and makeup helped me get ready, I got in the same car as Mujin and arrived at the Charity Auction event. Fun.