jjang || j.jk

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The unfamiliar name made you snap out of your shocked state.

"Pardon? Who's Erine?"

"And who's Min Ho?" The boy on the other side of the gate crossed his arms, regaining his composure. He looked very much alive to you.

"No one." You replied coldly. He's just kind of my deceased ex-lover. "I mistook you for someone else. Are you paying or what?"

"Mm, and that is exactly how you treat your costumers." He scoffed as he counted the bills in his hand before handing them to you through the gate. Realisation dawned upon you a little too late. You bit your lip, an apologetic look on your face. "Coincidence though, I mistook you for someone else as well." You took the money from his hands and switched it with his food, putting the bills in your pocket when you've counted it to be the exact amount.

"I have received the exact amount. Sorry for that. I just kind of...snapped. It's a touchy subject." You grimaced at him. He opened the box and closed it again, nodding at her. "The food's fine. You may go now." The boy nodded at her, waiting for her to go.

"Right." You raised your hands up then put it to your sides again. With your helmet on, you swung your leg over your bike and turned it on. The boy waved goodbye, and soon enough, your figure retreated to nothing but a dot from his vision.

He turned and walked towards the door, eating a piece of chicken while doing so. Pushing the door open, he plopped on the couch and started munching, and then reaching for the TV remote. He switched the TV on, a thought lingering on his mind.

Sung Erine, you're making me go crazy.

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You glanced at the clock. 3:21 AM. A sigh escaped your lips as you threw yourself on one of the restaurant's chairs. Massaging your sore legs, you rested your head on the table. It was a Saturday, no, a Sunday, and weekends meant filling in for anyone who wanted a day off. Sure, it meant a lot of work, but the more tired you get, the more money you earn.

"Screw this. Rich people can choke on my socks." Huffing, you put your arms under your head, creating a surprisingly comfortable makeshift pillow.

And before you even realized it, you dozed off.

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You were on a cruise. Your hair was flowing behind you, the sea breeze caressing your face gently. The air smelled fresh and clean and surreally pure. It felt like you were in heaven. Oh no. Were you dead? Were you in heaven? Is this the afterlife?

"Y/N!"

The angels. They were chanting your name. But what about your family? They would be so worried. You still had a bar exam to ace. You had a bright (or was it?) future ahead of you. You seriously can't die right now!

"Y/N!"

Oh, Lord, please don't take me, I'm too young, I still have to get married and have kids and live a happy life-

"Y/N!!!"

You woke up with a jolt. And also with the words "Jesus!" coming out of your mouth. Unturned necks whipped towards you. Never in your life have you wished to be swallowed by the ground.

"What exactly are you doing?! Dozing off, here, at your workplace? Did you spend the night here?" Whispers broke out in the room as the sharp and loud words of your manager cut through you, humiliating you. Your knees grew weak and you sank back into your chair. This cannot be happening.

"S-sir, I swear, I didn't mean t-to sleep in here, it was just really late-"

"And you're making excuses now? Unbelievable. Kitchen. Now." He turned around and stomped towards the kitchen, screaming at an employee for his 'delusional' plating while doing so.

You exhaled a breath you didn't know you were holding and clutched your chest. You kicked at the air and pulled your hair, knocking at your stupid little head.

"I'm done for." Muttering your own condolences to yourself, you followed the steps of your boss and in to the kitchen you went.

"I can explain-" were the words that left your mouth the moment you entered the room. It smelled of various herbs and spices that made your stomach growl.

"Miss Yoo, just know that I need an explanation, not an excuse." He seemed much more calmer now, his arms crossed over his chest defensively.

"W-well... I just got back from delivering some food... and it was around three in the morning, it was really late and I decided to rest and I just... fell asleep- Oh, screw it. I'm very sorry, Mr. Kim. I have no worthy explanation for this." You looked down at your feet and pursed your lips, scenarios of you applying for different kinds of jobs already running in your head. Mr. Kim sighed.

"I suppose you were just doing your job properly, taking almost everyone's shifts and over-exhausting yourself... but I see no harm in you." Your eyes widened in shock and your jaw drop. "You're rather very hardworking." A rather evident smile spread through your lips. "But I'm taking this in account. Do this again one more time, and I'll have to take your job from you."

His latter words went in your left ear and out in the other. You weren't fired! You squealed and threw your arms around your manager without thinking.

"Omg, omg, omg! Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!" Jumping up and down, you covered your face with your mouth.

"Yeah, yeah. Now go and take the day off. You've been working too hard. It's a paid leave." He smiled and pushed you gently out of the kitchen. You thanked him one last time and skipped out of the restaurant, humming a happy tune.

You weren't fired, you were having a day off, and you were having a paid leave. How better could this day get?

Your happy train of thoughts were abruptly stopped when you crashed on someone, causing you to fall on the floor on top of this someone.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking— You?" Blinking furiously, you stared into his eyes, getting quite lost.

"Yes, me. Would you bother getting off?"

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woo! two chapters down. what do you guys think? honestly, i was kind of unsatisfied with this chapter. i'll try to do a double update today :)