NOT MEANT TO BE

Chapter 9

Tae logged out of his account for the third time and signed back in again but his account balance remained the same.

He scratched his head.

"A'Kim?" He addressed his friend.

"Huh?" Kimmon didn't look up from his phone but answered distractedly.

At the moment they sat at the dingy back room of the pub waiting for their turn to play. The muffled thudding of the music seeped through the cracks on the shabby door.

"I took 50% salary advance this month but I have somehow received the full salary."

"You took 50% salary advance?" Kimmon widened his eyes. "Your boss must be really nice to allow such a huge amount."

Tae tasked.

"My point is," He gestured at his phone screen. "How did I get the full salary?"

Kimmon contemplated for a second but shrugged when he didn't come up with an answer.

"Should I inform them?" Tae twisted his eyebrows. "Or should I just keep quite? I mean I thought I would have to eat just one meal per day to survive this month....this is like the god's gift but..." He scratched his head again in frustration. "If I don't inform the office, and if they found out about this later on would I be in trouble....?" He lifted his head when he didn't receive an answer for his questions.

Kimmon is texting fast, his lips curved up into a sappy smile.

"Who are you texting?" Tae frowned, because he'd never seen Kim wasting time on his phone.

"What?" Kimmon's head snapped up. "Did you say something?"

"You spend awfully lot of time on phone now." Tae eyed Kim's phone, curiously.

"It's Copter." Kimmon's smiled bloomed. "We've been texting for a few weeks now.

"The school boy you've been crushing on for years?" Tae laughed.

"Don't call him a school boy," Kim stuck his bottom lip out. "It makes me sound like a dirty old man.

Tae laughed out loud.

"Good for you man." He reached forward and patted Kimmon's shoulder. "But be careful until he turns 18." He warned. "You know the rules."

"I know." Kimmon smiled. "We're just texting. Nothing more."

"So." Tae got reverted back to his own problem. "Do you think I should tell the office?"

"I think you should." Kimmon contemplated. "Right now the full salary must feel like heaven but what if they find out and think that you have been dishonest?"

"Hm..." Tae nodded. "I think so too."

Next week, Tae stood in front of the glass office door, washed up and ready to go home. It's late and they are the only ones left in the premises. He peered inside through the glass without going in. The young man is immersed over a book, probably studying. His white university shirt is still crisp and immaculate even if it's the end of the day, not a hair out of place, black tie still knotted perfectly at his throat.