The lights were off. A short, small candle sat on the corner of a small, wooden desk, barely lit. The windows were closed, it was dark, and it seemed peaceful.
Until you see the neatly made bed.
Chan sat on the edge of his chair, practically in shock as he read the email on his laptop. His voice was deep, broken, but the happiness and relief was evident in his voice as he whispered, tears in his eyes.
"I did it. I fucking did it."
He couldn't stop himself. He started crying, but it wasn't of sadness. Those tears were of happiness, relief.
Chan hadn't had a job in a year and a half. He had barely been living. Hell, he was just surviving. And here he was, reading his acceptance email for SKZ LINE, a fashion company, despite the misleading name.
Of course, he was still lost. He was still broken. And of course, a job would only give him money. He'd be able to secure enough money to live, not just survive. Maybe.
But he knew, in the end, he'd never find his home.
"No one would ever like a faggot like you! Get out of my house, you're not my fucking son!"
His mother's words rang in his ears as he closed his laptop, a louder-than-expected snap! causing Chan to flinch.
He spent the next week preparing himself for what'd he'd wear and how he could better present himself.
He managed to get more than thirty minutes of sleep that week, getting closer to three or four hours, which felt like a lifetime to him.
And then, the day came.
December 9, [5:30 A.M]
His alarm woke him up rudely at 5:30 AM. He was supposed to be there by eight, but he had to take the train, which would take over an hour, and he had to get ready. He wanted to be there at 7:45, so he had about forty-five minutes to get ready.
His anxiety and depression were still at an all-time high, but his depression died down a little when he realized he could actually do this. Before he left, he took a look at his outfit in the mirror.
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When he arrived, he was greeted by a taller man with long, dark hair and really pretty eyes. Moreover, his sense of fashion was... well, incredible.
"Mr. Bang, right?"
Chan expected his voice to be deep, but it was soft, and it held a light tone.
