THE SILENT OCTOPUS | Park Jimin FF

Part 8 (Fuck My Fate! 2)

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Y/N's POV

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I need to make a smooth escape before that shortie shows up. If he finds out I'm working here, I'd be in serious trouble. If he gets to know that I'm a worker at this cafe, he'll mince me up like fresh raw meats, stuff me inside dumpling wrappers, and lastly feed those dumplings to wandering stray dogs around his office. My heart pounded, and I shook my head, trying to jerk off terrifying thoughts creeping up my brain.

"Stop thinking nonsense, girl. Run for your life". I muttered under my breath, my voice trembling with anxiety. 

With no time to waste, I hurried to my boss's office and knocked gently on the door. "May I come in, Sir?" My voice was laced with false calmness, masking the panic bubbling inside me.

"Yes, come in". he responded, his tone as rude as always.

I entered and closed the door behind me, feeling the weight of anxiety pressing down on me.

 "Sir, I'm suddenly not feeling well. It feels like I might throw up. You wouldn't want me to puke in front of Mr. Park, right? so can I take a leave for today?" I tried to look sick, squinting my eyes and holding my stomach as if the nausea was unbearable.

But my boss, as always, was unbothered. His expression remained cold, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. "Y/N, no leave for today. I'm not granting permission. Can't you see who's visiting our cafe today? Get back to work". He commanded, his tone has no room for argument.

I swallowed hard, my heart sinking. "But sir, I promise I'll work overtime tomorrow—" I stopped in the mid-sentence, he cut me off with a stern glare.

"Don't make me repeat myself. No leave. If you don't listen, I'll delay your salary next month". He threatened, his eyes cold just like a ice cube.

The mention of delaying my salary sent a jolt of fear through me. Without my salary, I won't be able to pay rent and my university fees. I'll definitely be homeless and have to wander around the street with an empty box in my hand. Just like a typical street begger. At last, I knew I had no choice.

"Okay, then I won't go". I said softly, my gaze fixed on the floor. I guess this is what god has fixed for me. TO GET SCREWED BY PARK FUCKING JIMIN. 

"Good. Now get lost and focus on your work. If you mess up in front of our guest, you're fired". He spat, his voice dripping with menace.

I nodded weakly and left his office, my mind racing with panic and dread. I headed straight to the kitchen, my mind is already chaotic. I tried to calm myself down with deep breaths, but the anxiety made it harder, making my hands shake.

"Relax, Y/N, relax. You need to find a way out of this. There's no way you're getting minced by that damn minion". I whispered to myself, my voice trembling as I paced back and forth.

Desperate for a way out, I grabbed my phone and quickly dialed Sohee's number. After a few rings, she picked up. 

"Hello, my wife. Miss me already?" Sohee's voice was teasing, but I could hear the smile in her tone.

I rolled my eyes, exasperated. "Stop joking, I need your help". I said, my voice tinged with stress.

"I know, you only call when you need something. Such a disgrace!". Sohee replied, her voice laced with playful sarcasm.