before you read: this book was written in mid 2019. due to recent events, i have edited it, and all other books on my page, to be solely ot8. if you find any mistakes please let me know :)
At a cheap restaurant in downtown Seoul, a new employee was dreading his final task of the day. Cleaning the men's restroom. Although he'd never done such a thing before, he wasn't naive to what he was about to be exposed to. He was considered a man now, after all.
The second he pulls the metal door towards him, a wave of regret crashes over his body. Why do people lack such hygiene? How hard is it to aim?
"Oh dear God," Jisung mutters, withholding a gag by using the top of his shirt to shield his nose. He secures his gloves before hesitantly entering stall number one. The quicker he finished, the quicker he could find his way home and bully Felix over Apex.
The worst twenty minutes of his life pass like years. As he's abandoning the slightly more welcoming smell of bleach, he spots writing on the inside of the handicap stall door.
text 195-5534-340 for memes :)
Jisung scoffs, evacuating the building and aimlessly walking down the road the taxi had brought him here by. Who would ever trust something like that?
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Fanfictiona young boy finds a number in the stall of his new job
