Again? [SeongSang FF]

One

[Yeosang POV]

    It's been a few weeks since I last had a job interview. I only just graduated from university last year but it's been such a struggle to find a good paying job... This one seems like a winner though!

"Yeah! You can do this Yeosang!" I tell myself in the mirror before realizing how dumb I look talking to myself. I turned of the light and passed through the doorway to start packing my satchel. I needed my resumé, my laptop aaaaaand oh! My hehetmon charm! Hehetmon was a character I made a few years ago when I first got into college. He's super cute and for a project I made myself a key chain so I could take him with me to important events. I've had the best luck ever since I started to do this.

     Lastly, I needed to finish up my look... I was going for a professional but artsy look, though if I do say myself, I'm pretty good at pulling this look and vibe off everyday. I wore a black turtleneck with a gray scaled graphic of that one sailor moon cat. Ah, what was her name? Loooo... Loogi? No, no.. anyways, with that I wore slightly ripped black skinny jeans and to match of course I pulled out my shiniest pair of Doc Martens to finish it off. I slid on my black rimmed glasses on the way out, grabbing my satchel and as an additional accessory, a black beret to really give off that pro artist vibe. That's what interviewers like right? Yeaaahhh... Anyways, less worrying, more getting outside and not missing the bus was the most important thing at the moment.

    I strolled down the street, my boots making the smallest squeaks as I took each step. It gave me slight anxiety but also it made me feel better. At least I was the only one squeaking once I get out in public right?

        I sat down at the bus stop, looking at the sky and cloud gazing for some inspiration or something for a new project to work on. The days were passing at light speed and I had nothing to work on at this point. 

"Ugh, it's no use.." I muttered to myself. Or not to myself apparently. It appeared I'd waken up the local cat and this was his bed. I don't know if you can guess, but I'm intruding and he's not very amused. He started the angry meowing and I returned it. I was not about to go down without a fight. Who do you think I am? The cat was gray with dark gray stripes scratching across his fur over his back and legs, with white socks covering some of the tiger stripes. He had a very unfriendly look to his face and I could swear that at some point he was glaring at me like I was breakfast or something. I get that I might smell a bit like chicken but that doesn't mean I am one...

   The angry banter carried on for a few minutes before the bus had arrived where I left, leaving the cat thinking that he won or something. Which for your information, is one hundred percent untrue because I threw a hiss or two, and he only did like a half hiss or whatever. Anyways, it was a long bus ride, almost 45 minutes... I'm started to wonder if I need to get a new place closer to the building if I do get the job. Which I will. Yeosang can do this!

After I got off that suffocating bus, I was standing in front of one of the most classy and tall buildings ever seen. I made a 180. Yeosang cannot do this. Not happening. The next five minutes consisted of me contemplating wether or not to actually go through with the interview. You see, I would back out but right now I'm broke as fuck and if I want to survive this is gonna have to work out. So I sucked it up and big boi charged into the building. Stepping inside was out of this world... the ceiling was higher than my future and a huge glistening chandelier hung from it, reflecting the pristine white interior around it. Even so early in the morning, there were people everywhere. People making appointments, photographers, employees coming in to work, the whole nine yards. Scary as hell but I sucked it up even harder this time and marched over to the front desk.

"Hi, I'm here for an interview?"

"Yes and what's your..." the receptionist froze. What did I do? She's just sitting there... She even dropped her pen. Oh my god am I on a wanted list? For what? Is the cat a gang leader? Oh my fucking god I'm dead. It's over. "Name..." she said recollecting herself and pushing up her glasses, her ears turning red ever so slightly.

"Kang Yeosang," I said with a smile, since she might be uncomfortable. I don't know why though? Is it all the black? Damn, I knew I shouldn't have worn this.

"Ah... yes..." she muttered, looking down after freezing up again. Is it my voice? Perhaps it's too unfriendly. Oh dear...
"For Modeling I presume?" She questioned with a smile.

"Ah! No, no, no. I'm no model, just a digital artist," I replied. Was I really model material though? Have you seen my height-

"Oh! I see! Yes, right this way please," she said leading me out into a corridor just past her desk.

The corridor was still a blinding white color all the way down but it was decorated with the paintings of important shareholders and leaders of the company. One was of a friendly looking, dark haired man. He was painted nicely on a large canvas decorated with a beautiful silver frame. At the bottom was a golden name plate with a name engraved into it.

"Kim Sean..." I muttered softly. Or not softly enough apparently...

"Hm? Oh, he's the CEO of KQ Magazine. He won't be interviewing you though, he's out sick for the week." The receptionist responded.

I nodded along and before I knew it, we had already arrived to the end of the corridor which opened into another large landing with a large glass room sitting on the second floor with an intimidating interview set up. Well, at least from what I could see... The nice lady motioned her hand towards a set of chairs atop a large marble staircase leading to the second floor. She explained that it would be just a few minutes before I would be called for an interview.

I thanked her and got on my way. I climbed the hike of a staircase, my hand gripping the glass rail lightly. My Martens speaking all the way to the end. At the top of the stairs was the interview room on the right with another, wider, pearl corridor to the left. Above the entrance was a light golden sign reading 'The Studio'. It was eerily intimidating. Almost like it would snap out and bite me if I got too close. Because of this, I minded my own business and took a seat, my hands starting to sweat as I rubbed them against my jeans anxiously.

"Kang Yeosang." One of the interviewers called out.

There I go! You can do this Kang Yeosang!