You Wish | Yeonbin

Chapter -1

Third Person POV

Wonder what it's like when bad luck becomes a lifelong companion? I mean, we all have our fair share of misfortune, but this guy? He managed to cram it all into a single day, and it changed everything.

Now, picture this: we find ourselves in cloudland, where a tall dude with raven hair stands at a crossroads, deep in thought. Soobin's his name—remember him from earlier? He's got a major decision to make: take the path to Bread Paradise or venture towards Ice Cream Paradise. Tough call, 'cause even though he recently jumped ship to Team Ice Cream, his love for bread still lingers in his heart. Just when Soobin's about to make up his mind, he hears a deep voice coming to him.

"Wakey Wakey"

"Mmm..."

"Wake up!"

"Mmm..."

"Soobin hyung, you're going to be late for your meeting!"

As the morning light flooded the room, Soobin's eyes snapped open, jolted by the realization of the day ahead. With a sleepy groan, he rubbed his eyes, slowly shaking off the remnants of slumber. And then it hit him like a lightning bolt—today was the day of the crucial meeting! Panic coursed through his veins as his eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh no, what time is it?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with urgency.

Bounding out of bed, Soobin squinted at the alarm clock perched on his shelf, desperately seeking a glimmer of hope. The digits stared back at him, and his heart sank.

7:07 A.M.

A curse escaped his lips, frustration evident in his tone. "Only an hour left! Why didn't you wake me up sooner?" he grumbled, directing his exasperation at the alarm clock, as if it held all the answers.

"I thought you had already risen, like you usually do!" came the defense, the voice tinged with confusion.

"Darn it! I forgot to set the alarm for today!" Soobin berated himself, feeling the weight of time slipping away.

Without a moment to spare, he dashed into the shower, frantically getting ready as the seconds ticked away relentlessly. With the ticking clock as his adversary, he had to forfeit his usual breakfast routine, scanning the kitchen counter for a source of quick energy. His eyes landed on a solitary granola bar, which he snatched up, clutching it in his hand as he hurriedly made his way out the door.

With determination propelling him forward like a racecar on turbo mode, Soobin hopped into his car and unleashed a burst of speed, zooming towards his company as if he were auditioning for a Fast and Furious movie. In fifteen minutes, he miraculously arrived at his destination, sprinting towards the office like an Olympic runner on a mission.

"Oh no! I'm late by a whole five minutes! The boss won't be throwing me a party," he fretted, feeling the weight of his delayed arrival settle on his shoulders like a sumo wrestler taking a piggyback ride. As he barged into the conference room, the meeting was already in full swing, and his boss's discontent was palpable, hovering over the room like a dark cloud of doom. Soobin sensed trouble brewing and had an inkling that he might be the main ingredient in the boss's angry stew.

Two agonizing hours later, the meeting finally released its hostages, leaving Soobin on the edge of his seat, hoping it wouldn't tip over and land him flat on his face. As the room emptied, his boss approached him. Soobin's heart danced the Macarena inside his chest, its rhythm syncing perfectly with his rising anxiety.

"Mr. Kim!"

"Yes, sir?" Soobin replied, his voice betraying his nerves. His boss's tone could have curdled milk from a hundred yards away, and the realization dawned upon Soobin that this encounter would be worse than when he almost fell to his death during his shenanigans with Felix.

"Why were you late to the meeting?" the boss demanded, his voice laced with strict authority.

Caught off guard like a deer in headlights, Soobin knew he couldn't blurt out his wild dreams of bread and ice cream like a madman. Instead, he opted for silence, hoping his boss would mistake it for profound wisdom or sudden telepathy.

"It appears that you had other priorities instead of attending this crucial meeting that holds the key to our company's success," the boss continued, his words dripping with disappointment. "Consider yourself fired!"

Soobin's world shattered into a million pieces, leaving him to wonder how many years of bad luck he had just unlocked. "No, this can't be happening!" his thoughts screamed, desperately searching for an escape hatch in this rapidly sinking ship.

"Sir, please! I'm so sorry! It wasn't intentional-" he pleaded, his voice veering dangerously close to panic mode.

"No, Soobin. I won't be accepting apologies today. Now, kindly show yourself out," the boss commanded, closing the door on any flicker of hope or redemption.

Left with no choice but to pack up the remnants of his dignity, Soobin walked away, his heart heavy with the weight of disappointment he had bestowed upon someone who had once seen potential in him. He clung to his belongings, marching out of the building with a comically exaggerated armful of his junk, making it clear to the world that he had been ousted.

Lost in a cloud of frustration, Soobin's mind wracked itself for a solution. But then, like a lighthouse in a dense fog, he spotted a nearby café, its welcoming glow beckoning him.

"Maybe a cup of coffee and a slice of bread will serve as the ultimate comfort food combo," he mused, seeking temporary respite from the chaos of his day.

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"You got sacked? That's utterly mind-boggling!" exclaimed Kai, his eyes wide with disbelief.

It had only been a few minutes since Soobin had gotten back home, and he was already bombarded with a flurry of questions from his inquisitive friend.

"Could you please lower your voice? I desperately need some peace and quiet," Soobin grumbled, his annoyance leaking into his words like a leaky faucet.

Undeterred, Hueningkai plopped down next to him, continuing his line of interrogation.

"Why on earth did he fire you?!"

"For the love of all that's hush-worthy, Lix, keep it down! The neighbors might think we're auditioning for a Broadway show. And he fired me just because I showed up five minutes late for the meeting," Soobin recounted his unfortunate tale.

"What?! For being a few minutes late? That's ridiculous! It's your first offense, and you were practically his golden child. There's no way he'd fire you over this," Hyuka exclaimed, his disbelief painted across his face like a poorly executed magic trick.

"Just because I had the 'favorite' status doesn't mean I'm exempt from the rules," Soobin replied, his voice tinged with resignation. With a heavy sigh, he got up from his seat and made his way towards the exit.

"I guess I'll drown my sorrows at the nearest bar. Getting buzzed might temporarily wipe this whole mess from my mind," he thought, his mind settling on the idea of finding solace in a glass.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter :(