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🗝️ soo-jin's pov:

i gazed at the building in front of me, too afraid to take another step towards it.

every decision i had made in my damned life seemed to have led me here. in front of an old building that was about to be demolished, where i was expected to perform a mission and pretend to be someone i was not for these people. as if they weren't already struggling enough, now i would come and disrupt their already chaotic lives even more. worries and what if's clouded my mind as i thought about the possible failure which could be waiting for me. i could not afford to fuck this mission up.

i looked at my phone one last time. the screen lit up, and suddenly, junghoon's face appeared. with a heavy heart, i swiped across the screen, having already cried enough over the past four nights. my eyes seemed swollen but i managed to pull it together with the right amount of makeup, which i would apply everyday, desperately trying to hide the misery i was currently living in.

junghoon.

how much I missed him.

my heart grew heavy again, but i had to pull myself together. for junghoon. after all, i was doing all this just to hold him in my arms again one day. everything i did was for him.

i took a deep breath and looked down, praying that my outfit was good enough. slowly but surely, i took a step towards the building. this morning, i couldn't decide on an outfit, which nearly led to my fourth mental breakdown this week, but in the end, i settled on a classic black blazer with a white top underneath. my shoes were classic black louboutins and my pants, which matched my blazer, were something i discovered last minute all the way in the back of my big closet. overall it was a pretty simple and effortless look , which i would normally not go for, as it was too boring for my personal style but i decided that i wasn't going to fail this interview just because the old hag maybe didn't have a sense of style and would therefore judge me.

pull yourself together, soo-jin! you can do this.

back in japan, this would have been the easiest thing for me, but times had changed, and so had i. my promise to protect junghoon from all evil was still my top priority, and i couldn't  have achieved that by staying in japan.

one last look at my front camera, to make sure my hair and makeup were in place, and i made my way into the building. the sound of my high heels clicking on the floor gave me a little bit of comfort which i was strangely seeking.

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"and how did you end up in south korea?" the kind gentleman with glasses who sat in front of me, asked , while another one walked around the room to prepare tea for the two of us.

i put on my smile, which i had practiced beforehand a thousand times, straightened my posture, and crossed my legs. he had my fake resume laying in front of him, but he didn't seem the least bit interested in it, preferring to ask me questions directly instead of just reading them. it did make me a little bit nervous but i refused to be thrown off, as this was way too important to mess up. luckily, i had prepared for every possible question, so nothing could have caught me off guard.

"my mother was born in south korea, so we grew up bilingual, spending time in both countries," i replied in a calm yet confident voice, placing my hands on my thighs. confidence was everything when it came to job interviews. i could say that with certainty, as i had been to quite a few, whether fake or not.

"ah, that's wonderful. i always enjoy meeting people who speak multiple languages. it says here you are also fluent in japanese, french, and german—" the man marveled, looking at me with an excited expression.