e.x.o. the mafia - book II [DISCONTINUED FOR NOW]

• six •

six.

Mrs. Yoon put a glass of water above the table just infront of you. "It's already one in the morning."

You didn't even glanced on it and fixated your gaze on your laptop. You have been searching about what topic should you put as an entry to apply.

"Yes, mom. So go to sleep." You lowkey sounded like a mother instead earning a scowl from her. "By the way, I met Irene-"

"For real?!" Her eyes widened. You grinned and nodded, feeling apologetic since you didn't told her immediately.

A few days has already passed and the first thing that you kept on doing was reading tips online to pass the registration about journalism hiring site you found the other day that's why you forget telling her.

"How are they?"

"Good." You replied shortly.

"How are you?" Your brows raised when her question changed, a clueless expression upon you. "I mean.. they have been a big part of your past, and as your past.."

Mrs. Yoon was referring to the boys.

You smiled reassuringly. "They don't even know the guys, mom. I'm okay. They didn't ask about the mafia things I was involved."

Saying those words shot a pain in your heart.

"What are you even doing now?" She immediately changed the topic when an uncomfortable silence wrapped between the two of you. Mrs. Yoon studied the screen infront. "You know, Y/N, I can start working tomorrow, you can focus about the things you want to do first."

You pouted. "Do you mean I don't like to do this? Of course I do! I ace the journalism contests when I was young."

"Journalism is just your hobby, idiot." She smiled. "You want to be a chef, don't you?"

That dream.

The dream you couldn't achieve because of three years ago.

You wondered if it didn't happen, will you be currently fighting for what your dream really is, like your friends right now? In a span of three years, they are currently doing well and even have their own shop as sidelines.

And now you're just starting. It's like you're in a pit of hole while everyone was above. They may be rooting for you to go up but you can't.

You just can't.

"I'll have this work for the mean time, mom. I'll save enough money for the pillar of my upcoming own restaurant." You giggled, your mother smiling to see how brave her daughter is.

And you didn't mention but another reason is that your friends already expected you to work in regards with journalism; specifically editorial.

If you took back what you said, they surely will be disappointed and you didn't want that to happen for the second time.

"By the way, that means your name will be published everywhere right?" Your mother worriedly looked at you. "Will you be okay with that?"

She knows how freaky you get when someone asks your name.

"I know they require pen names so I will be alright with it, besides, this is just for a short time like I said." You cheekily smiled and turned back on the screen. "But mom, its weird."

"What is?" She tilted her head.

"It was right away asking for me to join in elimination with my pen name written. Don't you think it is a little bit strange?" You clicked your tounge. "Job sites require about asking your name, age, and other personal information."