Shadows At Dawn(Yeo Wonyoung X Female reader)

NEW START

Phone ringing... Nope, not today. I cut the call. I just want to sleep—preferably without someone demanding my attention.

Then the doorbell rings. Seriously? I drag myself out of bed, still half-asleep. When I open the door, there's Mr. Dohyun, Taeju's annoyingly punctual assistant, looking as fresh as a daisy at 8 AM.

"Good morning, Ms. Jeong Y/N. You have an interview at TaeWon Company today. Mr. Taeju has been—"

"Hold up," I interrupt, shutting the door on him. I scramble to get dressed, glancing at my phone. Three missed calls from Taeju. Five from Ji-Yeong. Fantastic. It's 8:05 AM, and I should've been there at 8:00.

Five minutes later, I'm out the door. "I'm ready," I mutter, sliding into the car. At this point, I'm beyond embarrassed. These people, who barely know me, are doing more for me than anyone else has in a long time.

It's been two months since I got released from the jail. That first month was brutal. I couldn't stand anyone nor anyone touching me. PTSD hit hard, and I foolishly tried to deal with it alone. Ji-Yeong and Euihyun were my rocks, though. My brother? Well, his harsh words woke me up real fast. Oh, and let's not forget that Taeju covered my rent. Just adding to the mountain of debt I'm buried under. Lucky me.

I walk into the office, where Taeju, Wonyoung, and some guy I don't recognize are waiting.

"You're 15 minutes late," Taeju says, eyeing me like a disappointed parent. Wonyoung, on the other hand, is as neutral as ever, her face completely unreadable. I don't know what it is, but she always seems distant with me.

.

"I'm really sorry! It won't happen again," I say, bowing in apology.

"Oi, oi, no need to bow. Just sit down," Taeju says, waving me off like I've just confessed to stealing his lunch. I sit, hoping the ground will swallow me whole.

"Still having nightmares?" he asks.

"No, just insomnia," I reply, sneaking a glance at Wonyoung. She's giving me nothing, not even a hint of emotion.

"So, what are you good at? Like, what should we have you do? Fighting?" Taeju asks, looking hopeful.

I snort. "I mean, I could try, but I don't exactly enjoy fighting. I don't like getting hurt."

Taeju frowns. "You killed five people."

"Well, yeah, but that was more of a 'do or die' situation, you know?" I shrug. "Not something I plan to make a habit of."

"Right..." Taeju looks a bit lost. "Okay, what about computers? Hacking?"

"Nope."

"What exactly are you good at?"

"Nothing?"

"Did you just say that with a straight face?" Wonyoung, finally, lets out a scoff. I guess I've managed to crack her icy exterior.

"But I learn quickly! You won't have to train me or anything. I'm great at picking things up on the fly."

"Alright, then. Let's see what you've got." Taeju stands up, stretching. "Punch me."

"Wait, what?" I blink. This has to be some kind of weird joke. But Taeju's standing there with his hand out, ready for me to hit him.

"Come on, hit me," he insists.

I take a deep breath and punch his palm. Hard.

Taeju shakes his hand, unimpressed. "Damn, even Crybaby hits harder than that."