12.26.19
At least I won't have to wake up at 4 in the morning anymore. I'm sick of working so many jobs. And for what? Paying the government money for my own education? Shouldn't they be paying me? I'm a righteous civilian trying to help my country, and what do I get in return? Debt.
Well, since I don't have any relatives, no one will have to take up the remaining money I owe to the bank. That's one problem I don't have to worry about.
I guess it's time for me to head to the restaurant. I hope I don't miss the subway again.
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12.26.19 - cont.
Break time at the restaurant. A blissful twenty minutes all to myself. What should I eat for dinner today? I'll probably grab some leftovers from the convenience store. Maybe they'll have some sandwiches that are about to expire.
I had a nice ten-minute nap earlier. A needed, let me add, nap. Damn, that crazy lady's calling me again. No, I don't want to help a customer check out! That's Hyeok's, that goddamn lazy bastard's job!
I wonder why he's getting paid more than me.
-red
I got up from the small stool and headed toward the front desk. As I looked at the customer, I furrowed my brows. He looked familiar.
It was the guy from last night! What a coincidence.
I took his credit card and swiped it through the machine.
"I hope you enjoyed your food," I said as I handed the card back to him. He looked at me and smiled. He didn't look away.
Feeling a bit awkward, I laughed. "Do you need something, sir?"
He chuckled.
"You have a little drool on your chin." He tapped right below his lip and walked out.
Idiot, I thought to myself. Not that it mattered anyway.
I headed back to the staff room, wiping my chin.
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Our Red String of Fate | kth
Fanfiction"even though i don't know you, i will still protect you." "i need someone to save me. i need to be saved. please." a story in which two people are connected by fate and, in the end, will save each other again. [a taehyung fanfiction]
