Remember Before You | SUNSUN

CHAPTER 1: Monday Misery

Sunghoon hates Mondays.

Mondays only mean one thing—it's the start of his five days of misery. He would again force himself to set multiple alarms on his phone, with a 15 minute interval for each. Waking up at 7AM definitely sucks. Sunghoon is far from a morning person—how much he hates mornings. He prefers night all the time. It's the only time he could lay down, play soft music in the background, and watch dramas or movies, without thinking about a single thing.

Now, here's the thing. For most of the people, including Park Sunghoon, Monday is the start of their working week. And that's supposed to be the purpose, right? Because at least, it's another day to be alive and not be six feet under (Sunghoon prefers to be). The good thing is that the opportunities will come.

But to Sunghoon, it definitely is not.

Each of his weeks goes on with the relentless onslaught of tasks, stacks of files, multiple and sudden meetings, and most importantly, critiques.

Those damn critiques from their fuck-in-the-head Director.

If your job is that shitty for you, that you really dread going into here on Monday till Friday, then why don't you find a job that you know you're going to enjoy doing?

Yeah, right. As if that's an easy thing. Even if he could pick whatever job he wanted, he can't think of one that would pay him to do something he loved. And it's not like he's such a good deal to every company he will apply to. He's not a damn huge asset for him to get easily accepted the moment he hands the companies his resume and not fuck up his interview. He's fortunate enough that this company accepted him.

As the elevator opens, he heaves another sigh as he lets the people who are in the same lift as him exit first. When he got out, he checked the time on his wristwatch, 8:45AM. He always arrives 15 minutes before his working hour. He tries hard to resist ruffling his neatly styled dark hair, rather, fixes his glasses that are sitting prettily on his bridge.

Frowns, laughter, blank—these are just some of the expressions on the ocean of employees and staff that Sunghoon can name. He's sure he's included in the group of frowning people. Still, out of courtesy, he bows and greets them. And just by doing that, Sunghoon can already feel his life being sucked out. Too much for the start of the week. At least for him.

And God, finally. He slumps down on his swivel chair, but not without removing his grey suit first and hanging it onto the back of his chair. The corners of his lips got tugged down even more as he turned his computer on and he started to arrange some stacks of papers on his desk. Before he officially starts his work, he gets up and stride away to make himself some coffee. Almost instantly, most of them kindly asked him to make them coffee as well. Sunghoon politely obliged, not like it's against his will. He actually finds it fun, and his measurements are, just what his co-workers told him, perfect. They even said Sunghoon would be a good barista if he would pursue it.

Few minutes after doing some work on his desk, he finally managed to shift his full focus on his job, determined to finish them all by today so he won't have to pull an all-nighter at a fucking Monday night. Well, the only thing that's keeping him together is that, once he survives this day, then it would be easier to get through this week. Being deep in what he's doing, he failed to notice that his co-workers are no longer sitting, their head bowing, and that he's the only one typing away on his keyboard.

And as much as the people inside the office want to call and nudge him, they can't, afraid to infuriate what's standing in front of them. When one of them got the signal from him to get his attention, he didn't think twice to call the still deep in focus guy.