THE MIXNINE HOUSEㅣtop 9 boys

❝ no job no money ❝

"MIN hyejin, high school drop out, originated from a poor and infamous family........."

"................."

"yeah no, good luck finding work somewhere else." the peachy lady said and smiled.

i groaned and let out a frustrated sigh.

"thanks, i'll need the good luck because this is my 50th job interview and it looks like i'll just have to live on the streets by myself until i get hypothermia and turn into a human ice-block, so thanks, i hope i find my luck." i scowled, and stood up, stomping out of the restaurant.

"yes, good luck."

even minimum pay jobs won't even let me work. i can't even get a job at mcdonald's for crying out loud!

i whined and groaned and kicked at the sidewalk, praying to god / satan that some miracle will happen. i need a job, i need a house, i need to be an iNDIVIDUAL--

but noooo, nobody wants to let poor little hyejin work their ramen store because they're afraid my lack of knowledge will infect their customers.

i thought back to what my parents said.

"hyejin, you are 22 years old, don't you think it's time for you to leave?"

"it's also because we're poor af and can't pay for you anymore so gOOD LUCK--"

"is it too late to go back to high school?" i asked myself and let out a sigh. "life is so hard."

my moping continued for around another hour, but that was enough time for me to gain my motivation again.

i took out my iphone -50 or something (iphone 4, last time i checked), and surfed the internet.

first, i googled, "good paying jobs that don't require thinking"

hm. it says, janitor.

cleaning with a mop all day? rather not.

daycare worker.

children? man, i fucking hate kids.

maid / housekeeper.

i tapped my chin, looking at the description.

housekeeper: clean and manage the house, while living inside of it as well.

my jaw dropped. all while getting paid? i get a roof over my head, while only needing to dust some small shelfs, and chilling half the time?

sounds like a steal to me.

so then, i googled, "housekeeper job application"

i scrolled through the multiple websites.

"that one looks like they'll try to kidnap me and sell me to the black market, pass."

"ew, what is that house?? i mean, if i want to work this job i minus well go for luxury--"

i stopped at an article.