Cypher {Suga X Reader}

Appeal Of A Friend:

4 months later:

So far so good, I guess?

My fairly new job is paying me well enough, though me and my boss don't see eye to eye on many things, and my 'in charge' personality often comes through during our conversations. On the bright side, I've managed to make some extra ₩ through attracting some media's attention, though not nearly enough of course, without my job I'd be no where.

Namjoon and I, we've continued texting back and forth, however due to him being extremely busy with a world tour, I obviously haven't been able to see him or the rest of the members in these past 4 months. They're back now though, and pretty much on a break, I guess?

JaeHwa recently moved to New York, pursuing her dance carrier there. We spent our remaining times with me helping her with her english, and also making duet dance choreographies and covers and uploading them. They actually do great.

Sadly though, with JaeHwa leaving, I have no one else to lean to; we'd only known each other for so short. Some colleagues of mine from the university are nice, but I rarely teach courses and mostly stay and home and compose pieces for them, so I don't interact with many. But having friends isn't my priority here, work is.

Today was a day where I'm required to pay my boss a visit and hand in the paintings he asked for. He expects a new one every week, but that's not nearly enough time for me to complete them, but my complaints are always almost immediately shut down, but that doesn't matter, I need the money.

I make my way to out of the crowded subway whilst clutching onto my canvases as I'm stared at by at least 4 older women on the train,

I can't have one subway ride without being gawked at as if they'd never seen a foreigner in their lives!
...They probably haven't y/n

As I walk my last few steps I'm greeting with the entrance of the building where my boss awaits me. One elevator ride later, I walk into my boss's plain white office, being greeted with the smell of cigarette smoke.

How has no one caught this guy yet?

"Good morning y/n, place the paintings here" he instructs while pointing to a small table near the wall to my right.

I waddle over to said table and carefully place my artwork on the it, "Good morning Bujang-nim" I finally greet him.

"Now, I've been meaning to talk to you these past few weeks" he begins, "Your four months here were, questionable to say the least"

My attention quickly diverts from my painting to his words,

What the fuck? Questionable? I've done everything possible for this fucking university.. I've met every deadline there is and sacrificed my own sleep and sanity for him.

"Excuse me?" I ask in disbelief.

"What I'm trying to say is" he continues, narrowing his eyes at me, "Is that we found someone better"

What?

"Your work was alright, but this new person produces art pieces that truly speak to me- us. They also don't show much of an attitude to their bosses. We don't need you anymore y/n, you're fired."

W-What?

I stood there in shock, unable to argue back or even defend myself, I just stared at my boss whilst many thoughts ran through my head.

"Me? Fired? I've produced all of my pieces on time, did exactly what you asked for, and never disobeyed you! How could you fire me like that? And you found someone better? My work was 'alright'? I work my ass off on these portraits, and there's no god damn way you found somebody better than me!" I raged, letting all of my thoughts spill out into words for him to hear.

"This is exactly why I don't like you, please exit yourself out of this building" He finished, pointing to the exit.

I grab my stuff, which included my painting, and storm out of the building as tears form in my eyes,

I work- worked, so hard, how could this happen? I'm amazing at what I do, no one can capture emotion as well as I can in a person, how?

Arriving home after a sad subway ride, I throw my stuff to the ground and collapse on the couch before being hit with a realization,

I have no job.. I have no fucking money.

3 months, 6 days later:

I've been paying for the apartment with my last paycheck, and eating convenience store 100₩ or less food. It's lasted me these two months, but alas, the third month has crept up, meaning I need to pay up the monthly payment for this apartment.
With no money.
They've already been bugging me about it for 6 days, it won't last much longer.

I haven't been able to find a new job, at all. With a statement of being fired from a big university, it doesn't really surprise me that i'm not able to find a job. Even convenience stores don't hire me because of my eh Korean and the fact that I'm a foreigner. I jump at a sudden knock on my door. I open it up only to find an old man holding an envelope; he hands it to me and leaves.

To y/n....

We're sorry to inform you but you've failed to pay the monthly rent that is expected, due to this,
You've been evicted.
We expect you to leave with your belongings by tomorrow, 08:00.
-Management

"Fuck" I mutter out loud.

It's been a couple days, and I'm on the street, I've got no where. I stay at coffee shops near me, ordering the cheapest things there are, but with no where to paint, I'm not able to post anything more online, meaning my income from there has been cut as well. I've got about 10,000₩ left. I'm completely helpless. I haven't been able to text Namjoon, JaeHwa, or my family for that matter, about anything. Something in me, my pride perhaps, doesn't allow me so.

I'm homeless, it happened so fast..
Now I understand, the appeal of a friend.

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Hellooo, oof so many time skips hehe sorry) more clearing ups for his chapter:

Bujang-nim = senior manager

₩ = Korean Won, their currency

100₩ = $10

Uh, I'm pretty sure that's it, I hope u guys are enjoying the story so far!!