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Yunho wasn't sure how he managed to secure this job. A month ago he was working part-time in three different spots, running himself ragged, and now he was standing in the bathroom of the most successful company in Korea, KQ Consulting.
The male stared at himself in the mirror, running his hand through his hair to adjust the flyaways he got from walking into work after taking the bus.
He had slight eye bags from the allnighter he'd had to pull because Mingi decided at the last minute he wanted to change the theme for the pitch they had today.
Thanks to the shitty jobs he'd had in the past, his body was capable of operating on such low levels of sleep. However, that didn't mean his tiredness wasn't going to show on his face. Well isn't this just perfect?
He took a deep breath, trying to remind himself why he was staying at this job instead of working three.
At least everyone else is nice here... Also, the pay is decent, I can take food home every day, and there are medical perks- his phone buzzed, and a message came in from Mingi.
Asshole Song: Curate ten different schedules I want to have options in case I take a nap today
Who the hell even does that? Making multiple schedules to plan for a nap? He's never even napped before... He shut off his phone, exhaled with a sigh, and stared at himself in the mirror, trying calm down and look on the bright side.
I get paid weekly. I get paid overtime. I get free transportation.
His phone buzzed again.
Asshole Song: There's no point in you getting paid if you're going to slack off. You should be on standby at all times.
Yunho wanted to throw his phone across the room. He wanted to quit like everyone else. But he knew better. The job board opportunity was a sign and he knew he should be grateful.
Asshole Song: Get me a breakfast bagel.
But holy shit does this asshole make it hard.
He shoved his phone in his pocket and dusted himself off, walking back to Mingi's office and smiling politely to all of his coworkers. He'd gotten used to their empathetic and pitiful glances by now.
The paycheck. Think of the paycheck, Yunho.
･:*:･
Why.
The fuck.
Is he.
Still.
Here?
"Your breakfast bagel," Yunho spoke, placing the cup on Mingi's table with a polite smile on his lips.
Mingi took the bagel in annoyance, taking a bite and hating how perfect the order was. Why won't he quit?Is he a masochist?
