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it was a week later when i was completely taken aback upon seeing namjoon's posts. for someone who was so mad about having a drink thrown on him, he definitely wasn't mad enough to post the pics of it happening. it was just in namjoon's favour that the pictures i had taken of him had already gotten over a million likes but the mastermind behind it was FIRED?
his fans were whipped about how cute and fun he seemed but the boy literally posted pictures of him with a smoothie on his head but his fans were seriously ready to risk it all for that.
to my dismay, i was unemployed and desperate. i was desperate to know why namjoon hadn't contacted me yet and on top of my stress, i received a call from my mother complaining about how she needed money for my sister's wedding and because they practically lived off my earnings, i was forced to pay for little details that came in large amounts.
my older sister and i are complete polar opposites. she parties a lot and drinks till she can't take it anymore and it is honestly like watching my older sister go through some wack emo phase. this is why it is ineffable to even mention that she used to be a doctor in busan.
she wasn't completely messed in the head before and no nutjob can just become a doctor. she's now a different person, recognizable but simply not the same as before.
she got fired one night, ironic between us two, yet she lied to my parents explaining how she wanted to adjust with her boyfriend hence the reason she left her job. to me it was stupid. who would risk letting go of being a doctor for a man who forgot her 21st birthday? my parents weren't bright enough to realise this. they were too naive to distinct her lies one from the other. but what can i do? whether i like it or not, she is my sister, i still love her even if she is a hoe and now that she's getting married, i have to present my love through money.
i couldn't afford to buy her the dress she wanted, let alone the card invitations with 'gold accents' so it was top priority that i got my job back or at least my last pay.
i decided going back to the company and asking for my last salary without facing namjoon as i somehow needed to hold onto my pride but of course with my luck, things just never seemed to cooperate with me. as soon as i made it into the company, they told me i needed to talk to namjoon myself but how was i even supposed to face him after i dumped a damn smoothie on him and got fired?
"please miss, don't make me face him. my last pay is literally all i need." i pleaded. pride my ass. i was practically on my knees begging the lady at the counter who looked more than ready to call security on me.
"i'm really sorry miss but namjoon hired you as his personal photographer and the company has no relations with this. he made his own contract and regulations therefore we have no say. any actions the company takes are out of proportion."
i was really stood there huffing and puffing trying to gain some sense of sympathy but it was clearly too much when i was bluntly told to leave.
i was about to make it out of the company door when i noticed namjoon's lanky ass walking in. alarmed, i looked around in search for a place to hide. at this moment, i had completely lost my mind trying to function resulting in me rushing to a nearby arm chair and hiding my face behind a magazine.
i kept my eyes shut as i mentally began praying for myself. if he saw me here, i have no doubt that he wouldn't mind creating a scene. he'd probably do nothing but chat shit and start thinking of a deep soliloquy about how much he despised me.
"at least hold the magazine the right way round."
oh shit. despite not having my eyes open, i could completely see namjoon's build towering over me. i stiffened my back as i removed the magazine from my face and placed it to the side. i couldn't bring myself to face him which concluded in me just nervously rocking back and forth.
namjoon rolled his eyes. now closely looking at him, i felt bad. maybe dumping a drink on him was a bad idea but his hair seemed shinier. everything has its benefits.
we were just stood in silence waiting for each other to speak up first. talk about awkward. i figured it was best to say bye and dash out of there with no explanation so no questions could be asked.
"um okay bye then."
" yea yea go, but come back to work starting from tomorrow."
i immediately looked back at him as soon as he spoke but once i had turned back, namjoon already had his back turned. i smiled as i watched him walk away. i always knew namjoon wasn't as bad as i had made him out to be, he was just a lame and rude boy who wanted to take cute pics. can't lie we all love a toxic king.
