What's left of you | Minsung ✔️

1. The Incident

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It was 10am, and Han Jisung felt like vomited forth upon the world. 

"~We've all been in this situation, haven't we? Waking up, your face hurts for whatever reason, somehow you're covered in blood, and you don't know where home is, or where you are~"

Jisung frowned at the strange announcement coming from the radio. He might have misheard, considering the fact he wasn't in great shape, and moving his neck ever so slightly sent a pulsating wave of pain through his head. Groaning, he gave his neck a quick massage, but that did little to help ease the pain. He moved his hand to cover his eyes, blocking out the garish sunlight. The table he was leaning on wobbled slightly. 

Last night's nightmare was still stuck in his bones, the vivid images were haunting his mind. His face hurt from all the tension, another reason why he was sweating so much, he could feel the sweat dripping down his back.

Of all the days this could happen, it had to happen today. Right before a job interview. 

Who in the hell does job interviews at this ungodly hour?

"Ah, Mister Han, I apologize for making you wait so long."

Jisung looked up when he heard a soft female voice calling his name. He stood up and bowed politely, despite the splitting headache. It was getting worse by the second. "It's nothing, no need to apologize to me," Jisung reassured and sat back down, looking all professional.

The woman took the chair opposite him and placed a folder in front of her. Her short hair was combed back, it made her slender eyes pop out distinctively. Jisung couldn't remember her name, but he knew she was the CEO of this establishment, The Clubhouse. A place where people of all social hierarchies could meet and interact. They regularly organized many different events, and since this place was well visited, work was piling up.

The CEO – and hopefully soon Jisung's boss – took a pen and clicked it two times.

The clicking penetrated Jisung's ear drums. He tried to remain calm.

"Would you like to have a cool drink? It's on the house."

Jisung waved off. "Oh, no, I'm good, thank you."

The woman opened the folder to take a look at the pages. Those were his application documents he had sent via e-mail. "I see you're studying at the local university. What's your major?" She leaned slightly forward and gave Jisung a sharp look.

"Sports science, ma'am. I want to become a sports coach, and recently I finished my first year. People always told me I have a good kinaesthetic sense, and I'd like to improve on that... on my skills."

He tried to give a confident yet relaxed impression. But let's be honest, he sounded like a constipated moose.

"Interesting. My son studies there too. He's about to start his final year, and I know how stressful uni life can be, so we decided he takes a good long vacation first."

Jisung nodded politely. Then he remembered the ad for this position; they were looking for someone as a temporary replacement, ideal for students, high pay. Jisung did the math. If he powered through those three weeks, he would be able to pay off a large chunk of his credit card debt. Organizing files, doing some clean up – how hard could that be.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a young and strikingly beautiful man appeared. He placed a tall glass of what looked like a Frappuccino in front of the CEO. Light brown liquid, topped of with whipped cream, roasted nuts, and drizzles of chocolate sauce.