blossom out | minsung ✗

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| jisung's pov |

the world is absolute shit. i hate it. too much to do and so little to have fun. spend most of your time in school and earning a good job and then working most of your time in order to get money and be able to retire. too much, and i think i might die in the end without even being able to retire. i hate it. it sucks. though, i probably most likely have this kind of mindset because my parents were always getting paid so little and usually always paying debts instead of buying things for themselves and for their children. my mother didn't work and my older brother didn't have a job due to always getting fired, so, basically my dad earned money for everyone.

well, for the rent and the insurance.

other than that, it was for the food we needed.

now, i'm no longer a kid and i have more things to pay.

i don't have money for anything.

if it wasn't for me being an omega and my landlord having a heart, i wouldn't be having a roof under my head right now. i'm glad she isn't so mean or heartless to shooing me out of my place when i'm an omega and can probably be railed by a damn alpha out there in the loneliness. at least she sees that and not the part where she needs her money.

i need money.

but where can i get it?

my job is completely bad and i can't seem to be getting hired by any of the jobs i've been applying to and i think i'm running out of luck.

being an adult isn't as fun as it seems. if i had the chance to go to neverland i wouldn't hesitate to take peter pan's hand. not just because he's freaking good looking but because i would definitely like to live as a kid for the rest of my life. speaking of peter pan, it's kinda sad isn't it? how he never got to the leave the place...oh i gotta stop getting sentimental right now.

especially on the street where i know i can be a prey for either of the people around me.

i shake my head and wipe the small tears that slipped out my eyes.

stupid movie.

as i'm wiping away the tears away and sniffling so sadly i accidentally run into a pole. my head hits it so bad that it actually makes me dizzy for a moment and makes me almost want to fall to the floor. i hissed in pain and annoyance and look at the pole hard and think about kicking it but i hesitate because i'm sure the pole is stronger than i am, and because then i see a paper with a dollar sign and numbers. it's windy, so the paper is moving around and sorta about to slip away. the tape is doing a bad job on trying not to fly away, and it kinda makes me think about the lack of how much tape is put by whoever had done it. this person definitely looks like they had no time to do something like this.

i quickly grab the paper before it could fly away and read it.

LOOKING FOR A BABY-SITTER
PAYING $500 DOLLARS A DAY!
CONTACT US: 408-XXX-XXX

i grab my phone out my jacket and start dialing the number in a hurry.

god, please don't let the job be taken already.

"hello?"

"ah, yes. i'm speaking for the babysitting job.."