Us || [Chaerji]

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Yeji's POV
Finally, just finished working. It's tiring as hell.

I got my salary today, and obviously, it's not going to be enough for me to pay how much my father owed. How am I going to get ₩15,000,000 in two weeks? I can't earn that much in one month either.

I need to meet Chaeryeong at the rooftop later since I promised her I would go there every night when I'm free.

As I'm walking on the street, a stranger bumped into me, I fell down on the ground. I lifted my head, it's an old man. I thought he would just leave me alone, but what's surprising is that he lend out his hand to me.

What does he want?

"Young lady, time is ticking, don't waste the time sitting on the ground." the old man chuckled.

I stood up myself, ignoring his hand. He took his hand back and chuckled softly again. By looking at what he wears, he doesn't look like he's rich.

"Are you alright, young lady?" the old man asked. I took a glance at him, he had that smile on his face while looking at me. I only nodded, my eyes looking at the floor.

"I hope to see you next time, young lady." he chuckled softly again and walked away.

I stared at the old man who's slowly walking away. Hope to see me next time? Why would he want to meet me next time...? Weird, but I shrugged it off soon and continued on walking my way.

Since I'm going to the rooftop, I need to walk past a few alleys. The alleyways were darker than usual, the lights were dimmer today. I walked, keep walking but my heart started to beat faster. I heard light footsteps coming from behind. I fasten my walking pace, but then I got dragged backwards.

"AH!" I got pushed to the wall harshly.

"Where's my money? Hm?" she squat down in front of me and smirked evilly.

"I'm earning." I glared at her.

"You're what? Earning?" she mocked and pulled me by my shirt collar, our faces got close.

"You said you'll give me two wee-" I got cut off when she punch my cheek.

"What if I say I want it now?"

"I can't give you any, I don't have enou- argh!" I shouted in pain when she grabbed my jaw vigorously.

"You shouldn't have run away that day, you bitch." she stared at me deadly.

"I'll give you the money when it's enough to pay you." I gritted my teeth, glaring at her fiercely.

"What's with this attitude?!" she punched my stomach, I growled, bearing the pain.

"I'll give you money, after this week." I whimpered when she gripped my jaw tighter.

"You better pay what your father owes, you bitch. Tsk, you're just like your fath-" she provoked, which I cut her off with a kick at her abdomen.

I hate it when people talk about my father. I hate it when people say I'm like my father. I don't see that wicked man who killed my mother as my father.

I hate him so much.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! AISH!!" she yelled and pulled me up as she gripped my shirt collar. I got punched on the belly and she pushed me down, my back hit the floor.

Her two men went to two sides of me to hold both of my hands up and she did a few kicks on my stomach. I struggled, my hands were released when I twisted to the other side which loosen the grip on my hands as they were caught off guard.