"Ugh..." the small boy groaned as he hit the mattress, not bothering to change from his uniform. It was Wednesday, just after 2am, he'd just finished his shift at "TheHut" or as it's formally known as, "Peaceful Etiquette".
Oh how yoongi hates being a waiter. It sucked. He worked long hours, gets treated like crap, he'd run about so much that it'd cause blisters on his feet, probably due to the too small shoes he wore.
That's right, too small. You see, yoongi only had 2 pairs of shoes. One pair were his sneakers, even though they appear black, yoongi faintly remembers them being yellow at some point. The other pair were his work shoes, they were basic black dress shoes, but two sizes too small.
Yet they were all yoongi had, he'd bought his whole uniform from a previous employee who pitied yoongi. So now he wore shoes too small and pants too big, he almost appeared like a child in the simple yet expensive uniform.
The restaurant yoongi worked at was one of those high class rich people places. Somewhere he could never afford, hence why he works there.
His boss was the worst. A tall woman, late forties, divorced twice and is an absolute bitch. Her favourite hobby? Bullying yoongi.
She knows he's poor. She found out after yoongi had ran late to work, busting through the door like a mad man. She fired him on the spot, which in turn caused the desperate boy to beg.
And here we are! A cold heartless bitch who abuses her power and takes advantage of a broken boys struggle. How fun.
Yoongi was blank. Just.. blank.
Tired wasn't enough to describe his exhaustion. Yet every time he slept, he woke in sweats, the face of his precious Namjoon haunts him.
The boy briefly glanced at his smashed up phone, the brightness caused a stinging pain in his head. "02:14" he read.
Just less than 4 hours before his next job.
Convenience store.
Yoongi liked his job at the convince store. His boss was a little old lady, kind and sweet. She always gave yoongi some food to take home after his shifts.
She treated yoongi like a person, she treated him like the young boy he was. She understood his struggle rather than judge him.
Unfortunately the little old lady got sick, and is now residing peacefully back home.
Her grandson, Jung Hoseok, a well established business man, he now takes care of her little shop.
Hoseok runs a high class magazine, he's a very smart and wealthy man.
Yoongi likes hoseok, he's usually a simple boss, tells yoongi what to do and pays him.
Yet he's nice. He has this happy aura that just makes work a little easier.
Plus he gives yoongi updates on the little old lady and passes on messages to her for the boy.
As much as yoongi enjoys his job at the convenience store, he'd much rather sleep. Or eat. Or live. He'd rather having a job he loved. A job he was passionate about. Many don't know this about yoongi, but the boy loves to draw.
A simple skill he developed growing up. You don't need much to draw. Just a pencil and paper, sometimes you don't even need that. Yoongi draws with twigs in the dirt, with his finger in dust, he draws through the steam on the glass windows of the bus.
Yoongi would love to draw using proper pencils, ones of all different lead. He dreams of fancy papers and different sketches he could create.
Namjoon once gifted yoongi with a sketch pad and 3 pencils for his birthday. Yoongi almost cried. He filled the book front to back, every page, even drawing in the covers. He filled the book until he could fit no more in it. The precious book now rests on top of his never used fridge.
Another glance, 03:04. Great.
Yoongi finally slept, even if it were only for a short three hours, the little boost gave him enough energy to function.
He went to the convenience store, finished his shift. Straight after that he went to TheHut. Working through hell for the night.
And after another 19 hours of continuous work, and 1 hour of traveling etc, yoongi had arrived home.
Once again lying on his hard, torn up mattress, in his uniform. This time he was on the verge of tears.
Why was life so difficult?
Rather,
Why was life so cruel?
Cruel to give him the bad hand from the start. Cruel for taking his family, cruel for forcing him to break, cruel for giving him a beautiful taste of love... and ripping it away.
Cruel.
Yoongi glanced at his phone, squinting once again at the brightness.
I've to be at their house in... 6 hours? Not too bad..
And with that thought, he slept.
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Just a short filler
That's the end of the chapter!
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Sorry for the late update, and as an apology i promise to upload the next chapter on Wednesday. ☺️
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