SEVENTEEN and You! (SEVENTEEN imagines)

19. new worker | lee jihoon

Pretend Woozi have siblings yeah :)
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You entered the huge mansion. There was a worker beside you who is carrying your bag, and another one in front leading the way. It was uncomfortable, considering the fact that you weren't a wealthy person who lived with a lot of workers in a huge 3 levels house. You followed the worker up the spiral staircase, making sure to not make a lot of noise. You looked around, and everyone was doing their work with no distractions. Some were cleaning the tables, some were sweeping and many more.

Oh, you were here because you wanted a job to help support your family. Apparently this family needs another worker to clean their house. Somehow you found out about this job so you decided to work here, since you think you're quite reliable for that job.

The worker in front of you opened the door, and the owner of this house, Mr Lee, was sitting there with his wife, Mrs Lee. Their son was also there too. They were all formally dressed, and they looked scary. Mrs Lee was wearing an expensive watch, with expensive jewelleries, and she put on a light amount of make up. Her lips were cherry red, and her blusher was at the right shade. Her nails were nicely painted, and her heels was a 7 inch Christian Louboutin. She looked stunning.

"Woah.." You muttered.

How do they even get a lot of money? You couldn't even afford one of those. If you buy those heels, you'd probably starve for a few months. You looked down, at the clothes you were wearing. A plain long sleeve denim with folded sleeves, tucked into a pair of skinny jeans. A medium-sized black bucket bag, and a pair of black flat pumps. Your hair was tied in a neat ponytail. You barely had make up on. You hoped you weren't overly dressed or too casual.

"Miss Y/N? Come in, come in," said Mr Lee.

The two workers bowed down, and shut the door gently, hardly making any sound. You walked confidently towards the family, and bowed down.

"Anyeonghaseyo. I am Y/N. I am here to work." You awkwardly introduced yourself.

Mrs Lee nodded and said,

"Sit down," she pointed to the chair in front of them.

You obeyed and sat at the appointed chair, making sure that your footsteps make almost no sound. You sat on the chair, your heart beating very fast. They asked you questions about yourself, and you had to admit that they were really strict. Their son didn't bother participating in the conversation. He was sitting somewhere far in the room, playing with his phone and he had plugged his earpiece into his ears.

You were told that you'd get this uniform which is compulsory for all workers.

Wtf?

You sighed, hoping they didn't hear it. Then you fake smiled. They gave you your 'uniform'. It was just a black pair of pants with a white long sleeve top. You were relieved that you told them that you're uncomfortable with dresses or skirts, or else you'd have to wear those short dresses like other workers. But how are those even considered as a uniform?

"I'll ask my son to bring you to your room. Go get change and you may start working."

You nodded.

"Jihoon. Bring her to her room." Mr Lee said- or more like commanded.

That Jijoon or Jihoon guy took out his earpiece.

"What?"

"I said bring her to her room."

He shot up from his seat and opened the door. He let you out first before he exit the room.

Geez, he's nicer than his parents.