Bambam's POV:
I place my both hands on my face,sighing. Thinking on 'how can a highschool student earn enough money.' After any seconds, I now realized that my hands were on my head, scratching. I look on my phone, doubting if I should call them or not.
"Maybe I should search on how to earn money with this age?" Grabbing my phone and searching it. I scrolled and saw nothing. My tummy started to demand, Ramen it is. Butt got out of my wooden chair. I got my hoodie and wear it. "Let's do this" I mumbled to myself ready to fight with the cold wind. I went to the convenience store and search what ramen I should eat. "Man, I'm so sick of ramen." I groaned as I get the two ramen that catch my attention. Walking and paying my special dinner. As I got home, I boiled the water for my ramen. A loud sound echoed throughout my apartment, went to the living room and answer the call.
"Kunpimook , still alive?"
I hissed to his question, especially his laugh.
"Do you think I'll answer your call if I'm already dead?"
"Woah, woah, woah! Chill, don't take it seriously."
"What do you want?"
"You need money, right?"
"You gimme some?"
"Idiot, make your own."
"Why did you ask?"
"Well, I need you to help me from my job, I'll give you the money if you're going to help me."
"What job are you referring to?"
"Just help me."
"Just tell me the specific job 'cause you have 3 or more jobs! Gosh Youngjae."
"Are you in or not? Remember you need money."
"I hate you, I'm in."
