"Look alive, Sim,"
Jake is startled and forced to look up from his phone, waiting for the skating rink to be free. He's slightly annoyed at first - after all he wasn't performing so why should he care to look 'alive' whatever the fuck that meant - until he realises who it is.
"Oh, uh Manager Yoon is there something you need help with?" He hums out with a fake smile though it comes naturally to him.
The older male returns the smile. "Let's go to my office, it'll be easier to talk there don't you think?" Jake swallows hard and nods, knowing that whatever this would be about would only further get on his nerves than he already was.
He follows his manager into his office, the warmth of the room slightly easing his growing nerves as he examines the familiar surroundings. He waits for Manager Yoon to take a seat somewhere before sitting down and he chooses his long red couch around his clear table - an odd switch from the usual desk chair but Jake takes a seat opposite him nonetheless - questioning him would only prolong this unwanted chat.
"So, uh why do you want to speak with me?" Jake smiles, adjusting into the ridged yet cushioned surface of the sofa. He was unsure how to sit, so exposed without the comfort of the table so he rests his arms on his lap, maintaining his straight posture.
"Well, our last chat was about a particular topic," Manager Yoon begins with sigh, his smile faltering slightly and it now resembled a grin of some sort. "You know, your competition,"Jake swallows harsh and turns away, feeling embarrassed and guilt all at once when he remembered. He doesn't nod nor shake his head or open his mouth to speak so Yoon takes his silence as confirmation.
"Hmm, well, have you made any progress on it?" Jake again remains silent, unsure how to answer successfully.
"Well, uh, I had begun talking to him-"
"So, do you know anything about his performance? The state of the studio?" Yoon quickly cuts in, clearly just as agitated and ready to end this conversation with no beating around the bush and Jake shivers. If he was this desperate he clearly wanted results, and fast.
"N-no, but I'm uh..." Jake trails off when he notices his managers sudden change in demeanour, looking away when he can't bring himself to continue this mess he should've rejected in the first place. "Well, I just think we could try something else-"
"So, you're giving up is what you're saying?" Manager Yoon cuts in, not wanting to hear Jake out who quickly shakes his head, feeling desperate.
"No, I'm just saying there's other things we can do instead," he pleads, "I know I can win; we don't need any leverage over them - you put trust in me sir and I promise you I can deliver-"
"Just tell me you're giving up," His manager tuts, turning away with an exasperated sigh that only conjures more anger within the frustrated boy. He grips at the side of the plush starchy red couch he was sitting on, wondering if there was really any human behind this vacant face of a company.
"I'm not giving up!" He cries out, too frustrated to speak coherently in the woven curated words he usually speaks in. He turns away with an exasperated sigh, shaking his head. "And if you think me not wanting to spy and creep around on some guy is giving up then yes, I give up,"
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