A Tweak In Time (KTH) •Ongoing•

▶ Chapter XVIII

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Let bygones be bygones.

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Kim Taehyung was fired.

With no medium for earning a working capital, the figure long stood on the grey pavements as his irises darted around the skyscraper. With blue windows reflecting every part of the Seoul skyline, Taehyung hesitantly stepped into the building with a right foot. He was never superstitious but what harm does it do to give it a try?

Never in his life had he had ever imagined standing on the doorstep of his father's office with his resume. His hand arose to knock on the wooden door but it stilled before even making the first knock. That was until, his father beat him to it and opened the door himself when he sensed a commotion outside.

"Taehyung?" The old man inquired as his eyes trailed up and down his figure. His curiosity was fueled when he spotted a fluttering sheet of paper in his hands.

"I— uh, can I step in first?" Taehyung requested politely to which the old man hummed and stepped aside to let his son come in.

Taehyung's eyes morphed into large basketballs as he witnessed his father's office for the first time as far as his memory cooperated. He possessed blurry recollections of his childhood when his little form came into the office and would only leave until dusk but now it had changed so much. He loved it so much back then but as he grew, an ill-feeling acquired his heart and Taehyung swore he would never step into this knockoff-version-of-hell, but that was until now.

"Get to to point, you said yourself you hated conversing with me." The man advanced towards his table calmly as if he hadn't just plunged the country into an economic crisis.

"I'm in a dire need of a job." Taehyung hated himself for sounding so desparate because he had made up his mind to only face his father to send an earful about the whole 'Dohui Catastrophe' but he knew better than to provoke him if he was the one who needed the favour.

He watched in worry as the features of his father lightened up almost instantly, "Goodness Taehyung, you don't know how long have I yearned to hear this from you. Finally you've come to your senses!" The slouched figure stood up and engulfed the latter in a big hug.

"I mean, I was compelled to," Taehyung couldn't help but retort at last.

"What do you mean, son?" Taehyung watched again as the please look on his father's face changed into a confused one.

"Dohui, you never really cared about it, did you? You made the stock prices rise up to almost two-hundred dollars a month and made more small shareholders belonging to the middle class invest in it so you can dilute all that and make money out of it? Isn't this what you envisioned before suddenly paying attention towards a false paper company after an astonishing five years! You thought I wouldn't be able to catch on but you know father, I've been paying attention towards the market recently and it was quite odd that an almost abandoned company had a stock rise." Taehyung parted with the man as the figure in front of him barred his teeth at him.

"If you want this job to sustain, shut your mouth and do as you're told. There are millions of people willing to get exploited over small wages, so don't think that you're irreplaceable." The old man spat and hobbled back to his seat.