Business people

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The world is going to end.

Life is meaningless.

Who cares what happens.

Who cares if you're miserable.

If you're poor.

Rich.

An asshole.

Or an angel.

We're all going to die.

Saving forests won't save your life. Giving to charity won't. It doesn't matter what you do with your life. The ozone will never stop depleting and the day will come when Earth itself will wither and crack.

It matters to Namjoon.

Namjoon, who is, as of the moment, throwing away a whole bottle of cologne expensive enough to feed an entire district for a month.

What the hell.

He ordered that from overseas and was excited like a child on Christmas when the package arrived. He only used that for the first time at the Jungs' party. I was concerned, to say the least.

"What?", He asked and I realized I had been staring. I shook me head to say, nothing.
"I'll be leaving now. What about you?"

Yeah, what about me.

I shrugged.

"...okay", he turned around and reached for the keys. I purposely looked away, knowing full well that I kept the Maserati's keys in there without thinking. I stared pointedly at the wall, hands on my ankles as I sat cross-legged on the couch. Namjoon was moving around and I sighed when he finally left.
I don't usually leave my room, even turning into a hermit when I'm stressed. But the exhaustion, the mental strain and the coffee.....my room was turned upside down. I can't stand messes, and wasn't in a mood for cleaning either. The dorm was relatively quiet so I could breath fresh air and not have to worry about anyone questioning why I was sitting like a statue.

I was thinking.

I don't have a memory of the chain slipping from my neck. And judging from the area I covered, it could be lying anywhere in Samsung-dong.
It could've fallen in a gutter.

I screwed my eyes shut.

It could've been swallowed by a curious dog.

Dog.

An ugly sound escaped my mouth as I fell back on the couch.

There's a possibility. There's always a possibility, but what am I willing to risk for it?

Mom was buying loads of fine jewelry the last time I visited.
"For my daughter-in-law, of course. Didn't your father tell you?"

Tell me that they've been looking for suitors since last Chuseok and the list has already been narrowed to three.
"So many lovely girls, I'm having such a hard time to pick one, y'know"

"Tell me about it", dad had quipped, earning a slap on the shoulder.

I had only rubbed at my neck, mumbling under my breath about not wanting to settle so soon. Mom was busy gushing over the details but that had heard it. He didn't say anything, though. Which only meant he would talk about it with Mom before she got too ahead of herself. But he didn't stop her from passing the ring on to me. "Just in case", said he with concerned eyes.

Just in case I have my own prospects.

My own prospects, that are, zilch.

I didn't say anything.

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