Obscure [Jungkook x Reader AU]

chapter three

"Please, don't you have any openings available?" I ask, trailing after the manager of the clothing store that I didn't even remember the name to.

The mid-twenties manager quickened her pace of step as she maneuvered around the racks and tables of clothing, obviously trying to loose me but I wasn't going to give up. . . even if it meant pestering her until she caved. I knew she was annoyed and frustrated by the way she made an abrupt stop at the front counter, her fingers working quick against the screen as she typed in her password.

I walked up to the counter, nearly slamming my hands down on top of the granite, getting her full attention.

She scowled at me, her face contorting to form one of the most ugliest faces I've ever seen. "I'm sorry, miss, but we do not have a job opening at the moment. There's a few shops down the road who have help wanted signs out, why don't you go check those out." She says, the false smile on her face plastered on as she bats her eyelashes at me.

Fake act for a fake bitch.

I want to tell her that I see right though her phony act of politeness, but I don't push it, because that would surely piss her off and I'd be personally escorted out of here by one of the guards walking around, "C'mon you have to have some type of position open. I mean, by the looks of things, you're understaffed."

"We are not understaffed, it's just one of our slower months so we sent people home." She elaborates, her teeth almost gritting together.

"Is that what you tell all the applicants?" I question, coming across as sarcastic as she was being.

"Only the annoying ones." She states, cocking an eyebrow up as she smirks down at me, her heels making her seem bigger than she actually probably was.

Oh how much I wanted to slap the blonde highlights out of her hair. I'd had enough of how she has treated me from the moment I walked in here to the very moment I am in now. She had been nothing but an absolute bitch to me for no reason at all, she could have nicely turned me away but instead she decided to be snappy and horrible about it.

I wanted to hit her, I wanted to knock some sense into her but I prevent myself from doing so by taking a deep breath, and mirrored the fake smile that she had, "Well," I scoff, "I'd rather be an annoying smart ass than a fake bitch." I sweetly smile at her, batting my lashes in the cutest way that I could. I watch as her smile slowly falls off her face and is replaced with a scowl.

Her fingernails drumming against the counter as her eyes narrow at me, "I think it's time for you to leave."

"Aha, gladly." I laugh a bit as I turn on my heels and walk away, but once I approach the front entrance I halt my pace, "The clothes here are made of cheap fabric, glad I won't be promoting a lie." And before I could even allow her so say something back to me, I push open the door and walk down the sidewalk. I wait until I'm a few stores passed the one I was just in before slumping, my shoulders coming forward as my head starts to hang low.

That was the fifth store I've gone into today and each one has shot me down. What on earth was I going to do if I lost my job with the company I'm with right now? It's absolutely hopeless. I'm absolutely hopeless. I mean, the only experience I have in is writing, not selling a product. Maybe I could find a publishing company and settle to be an editor. It's better than nothing, and the pay is there.

I walk a bit farther down the road, passing by the cafe I was in yesterday morning and remember where I was at; I still had to thank the mystery boy for what he did. I pulled the strap of my purse up on my shoulder as I nearly begin to run down the sidewalk towards the cafe nestled in between the nasty bars. A shudder runs through my body as I shake out the thought of yesterday, pulling open the door to hear the little bell go off just as it did before.