Be A Dear And Take 5 ♡ (YAN! NSR! 1010 x FEM! Reader)

Prologue

TW: Mommy issues

It feels weird, well she wasn't sure as the new place, the colors, the way lights seemed to burn brighter than she ever saw in her own place.

It felt ironic in some twisted way, but she only grumbled as she prepared herself and with a straight back and a unsure yet determined expression on her face, she entered the tall tower that had the bold bright letters of 'NSR', where hundreds of employees worked hard to produce music, keep electricity running and the citizens happy.

In her old life, months prior, it was different, working in a dead end job, just trapped in expectations from bosses who looked like they didn't even knew the difference between a 3 minute voice message or a simple email, working hard to keep up with demand and to earn a paycheck that kept her afloat, even so it barely made her satisfied.

It was hell, a special place of hell, like the whole place was out to mock her choices, the quiet atmosphere, the silence different from the one that comforted her during the nights she felt like she couldn't sleep, that moment of fresh air that now felt like poison ready to seep in at just the one ministration.

The income was not worth it, not the coworkers that worked hard and ignored everything, the older workers that were given the dream back in their prime and now deluded themselves into still seeing that light of the tunnel.

Y/n only felt herself tense every time as her annoyance and frustration boiled in her mind that seem to hurt with a headache from the buzzing of the lights, the drone of paperwork, the colorless business suits and uniforms that gave her eyes a sense of boredom and hopelessness.

The endless loop of tapping her fingers as her dried lips curled into her mouth so her mouth could moisturize them as she stared off into the distance while her computer was buffering, daydreaming of her aspirations of working on machines, the fascination from her youth of seeing metal and screws coming together, inventions that were the future to ease the living of humanity.

And now look at her, working in a cubicle like a rat in a mousetrap, unable to leave due to the lure, the promise of money, the stability, money solved problems, and yet no matter how much is earned, they couldn't be savored by people like her, those struggling to stay afloat and yet still retain a sense of normalcy despite the threat of being out of a job or unable to keep up with demands.

How would her younger self react? Seeing that her dreams were halted... maybe permanently, the imagination of being an engineer or a mechanic that could see the inventions of the future, instead of innovating, she was stuck with tasks and simple sufferable matters that were simply humiliating.

Maybe it was her pride being worn down, the assertion that her parents advised to her when looking for a job, after all it worked for them and it should work for her. They were so stubborn to think that their methods still worked when times have changed, Y/n felt her body freeze, before the snap and crackle of her joints popping as she moved.

Y/n paused, the hesitation as she felt a slight pain, before she quickly moved to avoid the agitation, before she grunted at the moment of pain before she felt much better from her joints popping and letting out a near satisfactory crack.

A day like any other, except the situation, a meeting, the day where she was given assignments that she knew she could do if wanted since they were in her element but the worst part was, the compensation. Not again, not when she the amount would be more than beneficial for her as the amount would help pay off the rent and get groceries.

As she tried to reason, her boss only shut her down at every opportunity.

There it was.... That bile of anger and frustration, her brain felt like it was pounding like she wanted to violently beat her employer with an unsatisfying yet yearning taste for that toxic justice.