❝some memories never
leave your bones. Like
salt in sea; they become
a part of you❞
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
17. the age where you make
colorful memories with
people you cherish, have
clashes with those people,
misunderstand them.
Nevertheless they're...
"Good work everyone." The director said, coming out of his cabin.
"Thankyou, sir." Shouted some employees.
"You people can call it a day." He said, smiling as I bowed to him.
The other employees had already started to pack their bags, smiling ear to ear for getting to leave early. I sat back in my chair, opening my laptop to finish some last sentences of the draft I was working on.
I'm Shim Aera. I'm 24 and I happen to be a creative team member at one of the most popular video company, Art Electronic Studios. While some of the people may think how fun it would be to work in such a company, I would love to break their fantasies. This job is tiring, stressful and back breaking.
"Still working?" A voice booms as I turn around.
"Yeah, I'm almost done though. And, I don't want to disappoint Mr. Park." I spoke as the man chuckled.
"As you say." He smiled, fixing his glasses as I turned back to my laptop screen.
And that's Kim Seungmin, one of my colleagues. We first met each other during internship which is almost 2 years. We've been close to each other ever since.
"Any plans after work?" He asked, as I typed.
"Not sure." I answered, pressing the final key.
"How about dinner? You and me?" He asked as I shut my laptop, spinning around to face him.
"Are you asking me on a date?" I questioned, my lips stretching into a playful smile.
"If that's what you call it, then fine." He replied, smiling.
"I-" I was cut of by ringing of my phone.
Incoming call
Minho >>>
"I guess I'll pass. Duty calls." I spoke, showing him the screen of my phone.
"Uh, he's definitely the villian of our love story." Seungmin groaned, dramatically placing hand over his heart as I laughed.
"Eh, come on. I'll definitely dine with you next time." I spoke.
"Don't forget you said that." He winked as I snickered.
I picked up the call, pressing it between my cheek and shoulder.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Hey, atleast say hi. It's so rude." I spoke, shoving my diary and laptop in my bag. He tsked before speaking,
