Kill Me Softly

Prologue

JOURNAL ENTRY 3/08/17

"Hate swelled up inside me, choking me, strangling me, hiding me from myself behind it. I could only look from the back of my mind, as my outward shell did the unthinkable."

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It's been said that a string of good luck always brings about a disaster at it's end. We've also been told that such things, in accordance with luck are merely figures of the imagination. But to what extent does the imagination go? And does it apply to the children of Aeaea?

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Lying on his desk as usual was Kim Taehyung, your average, broke, twenty-six year old guy. He's your all round slacker that makes you wonder how he even has a job. He simply got the job done and that seemed to be enough for his superiors.

"Mr. Kim?" "Mr. Kim!?" The grey haired male sprung up from his previous position. "Um, yes?" He answered, his voice still a bit groggy. "Our superior would like to speak with you. Please come with me."

'Oh crap, oh crap. I'm gonna lose my freaking job aren't I?' Taehyung thought to himself. 'I knew I shouldn't have stayed up all night this week. I promised myself I wouldn't slack off this week.' The thoughts swirled around in his head. His palms began sweating and the urge to bite his nails was strong.

Finally they reached the manager's office. The stubby man knocked on the door, letting out a sigh. "Come in!" The shrill, high pitched voice of the manager called out.

Taehyung wiped his hands on his pants and gathered up his courage before walking right in.

"Close the door." She huffed out, Taehyung shakily nodded and closed the door. "I've noticed how hard you've been working. It pleases me. You are quite lazy and incompetent and that often makes me underestimate you." The woman twirled her dyed blonde hair, pursing her lips. "Think of this as...I don't know, a pity promotion? Since you slack off so much, whenever you do work it seems...as if you've done more than others." Taehyung nodded his head speedily like a fool, not understanding where the conversation was going.

"Good. You're now the new junior supervisor of your department." Taehyung's jaw dropped all the way to his knees.

"Oh my god! I won't let you down! I won't! Thank you so much!" The woman smiled. "Good!" Her face then turned dark as she picked up her pen again. "Now get out of my office."

"Yes mam!" He didn't even bother to push his luck and scurried out.

"Oh my god. I'm the new Junior supervisor."

Oh Dear God. He was the new junior supervisor.

He headed back to his desk, doing the moonwalk, or at least something similar to it. He squealed to himself and punched the air, a habit of his when he's happy.

Some of his coworkers looked at him weirdly but he didn't mind. He felt motivated to do some work so he opened his laptop and instead of groaning he giggled.

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The work day was finished, and boy, was Kim Taehyung happy. He even smiled with the grumpy janitor that always smelled like cat food and coffee.

He was on his way to treat himself, given that he had absolutely no friends. The poor lonely bean walked quickly with a hop to it. He would not let loneliness bring him down.

He walked into one of his favourite little food places, and grinned at the aged lady who owned the place. She finished seeing to the customer in front of him and waddled over to him.

"Good evening ajumma. I'd like a big-no, the biggest bowl of jjajjangmyeon you have and some kimchi soup please." The old woman smiled nodded her head graciously.