Angels Will Protect Us | SOPE

1: Life On A Screen

"Tsh look at her go again. She's going to mess up."

"She's NOT going to mess up."

Yoongi crumples up the packet of chips before reaching for a tub of popcorn. He buries his entire fist into it and and munching loudly continues to watch the monitor. Beside him Hoseok sits, one leg on top of the other watching respectively. Both were eager to see what was going to happen yet at the same time that was practically all they had been doing. One thing after the next, your life from birth until now had been a series of events they knew all too well.

On the monitor they watch you walk into the building where you would be holding your fourth job interview of the week. It was an exhausting procedure, you admitted, but you were getting increasingly anxious about the lack of callbacks. What if you could not get a job at this rate? Was it just that the economy was doing bad and the competition for labour was high...or was it you? Were you the problem?

You brush down your jeans, checking once again that your belt was fastened, that no buttons were loose on your shirt and that, dismayingly, your sleeves were rolled down.

"It's such hot weather," Yoongi comments, shaking his head in disapproval. "The hell is she wearing. She's going to sweat buckets in that."

"It's called formal attire," Hoseok says, nodding in contrast to Yoongi. "I think she looks beautiful. She even took care to iron her clothes."

"Whatever," Yoongi shrugs. "She's not gonna make it anyway."

"She is going to get this one," Hoseok repeats over Yoongi a little annoyed. He takes a deep breath to calm himself, and rid himself of all the negativity. You had this, and he was willing to hope for you, like he'd done all your life. "Fighting, Y/N!"

A small smile appears on your face as you get into the elevator and Hoseok notices it. It causes him to smile wider and he turns to Yoongi, eye sparkling as he points at he monitor. 

"See. I made that."

"Hah," Yoongi says picking the kernels of popcorn from his teeth, amused at his pride. He looks back at the monitor taking it as a challenge. 

"Well, imagine that dude over there...the one running quickly down the stairs...tripped and fell and ripped his pants? Huh?"

On the screen you turn slowly in the direction of the person running eagerly down the stairs of the office building. You half laugh as a crazy idea pops into your mind and muffle it at once with your hand before shaking your head to get serious again. 

Yoongi turns to Hoseok triumphantly by Hoseok isn't impressed. 

"You made her laugh sure, but at the expense of someone else getting embarrassed. That isn't nice you know."

"I'm not nice," Yoongi tells him. Silence develops over the both of them once again as the climax of this little episode in your life approaches. Your fourth job interview. You knock politely on the door much to satisfaction of Hoseok and then enter, looking nervously around the room. It was well furnished with shelves on either side of you vision holding books and a little coffee machine off the side. A large desk in the centre of the room beckoned behind which sat a man who nodded as you stood there hesitantly at the doorway. 

"Come in. You're here for the job interview right?"

"That's right," you say, walking up to him, but your voice doesn't sound that confident. After having been rejected too many times, this seemed like a fateful chance, a last chance to solve anything. Who knows if there is a fifth or a sixth opportunity? 

"May I please see your resumé, Miss...?"

"Y/N," you say, pronouncing your name oddly like you'd never heard it before.