5

Im sitting in my office. Mr.han told me the corner small room( office) was mine and he never got to mention it to me.

It wasnt like any of the office of both woo-sung and Mr. Han's, but it was small and comfy, just how it would fit a errand girl like me.

Hopeless

The only word rang through my head right now. It erupts and bounces back again and again. Speaking of hope, my runaway model looking bro was right in front of me, crossing his arms above his chest. His yellow sport jacket poofing out underneath.

Slowly I looked at him. Usually he had the smile which irked me and made me blind by the flashiness of it. But today his teeths were barely showing. His lips made a thin line and I made eye contact with him. He was glaring at me. Glaring at my nincompoop of a face.

I looked at him mouth agape but not surprised or anything. Surely I looked like garbage right now with hair streaking out and disheveled clothes. The make ups gone and washed already.

Taehyuns cousin aka the sister he mentioned before took me to the washroom and consoled me as well removed my make up. She said that this was normal.

Taehyun always comes up with a prank here and there and I should get used to it. Sometimes he sets up something big that'll lead to a great loss or sometimes he goes for minor pranks, no in between.

Is he a child?

Well, that's what rich kids do when they get bored. Blow off money.

She also said that she was here because taehyun photoshopped her fiance's picture with woosung.

"You won't believe what that bitch did? He send me a picture of sung-ie with my fiance, both kissing! "-she gasped and screamed while patting my left cheek with a cotton swab .

" And I went out and made a fool outta myself. Was about to throw hands at woosung for no reason. Taehyun was quite the whole week. He didn't do anything new, at least not to us"-she said to me and all I did was stand on the corner while she fixes me. She's the ignorant type. I've been quite the whole time and questioning my existence but no she don't stop her rambling. Like yeah I get it taehyun is one hell of a bitch but can you just stop I had enough of him today and I don't wanna hear more.

Suddenly in the midst of her ramblings she shoved a soft red velvet card towards me. There were writings in small golden fonts. The card itself looked like the royalties.

I eyed her from the corner and back to the card. She looked at me eagerly like a small puppy.

"You want me to come to your wedding party? Like did you actually invite me?"-i asked a bit confused.

Since when was the last time i attended one ?

She nodded her head up and down frantically, i literally cringed at her cute demeanor. I wasn’t the type to fancy cute shits. I give a long sigh

" yeah,i mean sure i can come along"

"Yeee btw wear something red or dark,its the theme"-she said holding my hands and i give a awkward laugh.

...

" even i dont get into fights. What the hell did you just do back there?. Sometimes i wonder if you’re the adult or me, i have to save your ass all the time. Last time you got drunk at work, before that you f-"

"As if you’re not getting paid for that"-i said grumpily, sipping onto my orange juice. I pay him everytime he has to drag my ass out of stuff.

" thats not it. Today was your first day in this place and you screwed it up. Arent you afraid of losing it? How many times do you have to fail?. I swear im getting worried day by day"

"How many times do you have to fail?"

The words easily slip out of his mouth. One light sentence for him to say and a handful of sadness for me to bear. Doesn't he see how much do those words weigh? How much those words strikes my heart? As a brother, shouldn’t he atleast cheer me for how much i beared and overcomed? The world is really unfair.

"Say, jihun,?"

"Hmm?"-he asked looking down at me while sipping his own juice.

I played with my straw.

" when i moved away in a apartment back in daegu, d-did you feel alone?" did you miss me?,was the question i wanted to ask him but i dared not to. Im afraid ill get answers which i wont expect and will sadden myself more.

He seemed to shift his eyes a bit and answered looking up at the sky.

"No, Not at all. Dad was busy doing the same works,mom had her usual tea parties and i had practices, matches and won a few medals"-he looked at me and grinned at the part where he mentioned medals.

So he didnt miss me..hmm nothing to be surprised about.

" oh look the bus is here "-he exclaimed. Yes we we're having this so called conversation in a bus stop.

The next day i woke up to a fresh mood and a apology letter in my hands that i wrote last night. I need too fix this shit. So in a set of fresh new clothes i marched to my office. I even called mr.han to give me 5 minutes before i walk onto his office. As soon as the elevator dinged i walked onto the floor. This time chills ran through my spine because im afraid what if i get fired? I did create a big scene yesterday and got some stinky eye while passing though those employees working here.

All confidence flushed down my body and now im trembling, suddenly the air-conditioning hallway seems way too hot. Im sweating profusely.

Lets get this over with. There are three offices in this floor. The first is mr.hans office. Which im passing by right now. The second is woo-sung's office. To which im heading now and the last one on the corner is mine,which looks newly renovated.

I inhaled sharply and was about to knock on the door but a loud noise made me whimper away.

"Ah fuck!,this hangover is killing me"-came out a loud noise which bounced on the empty hallway.

" reminds me, i know you wont fucking believe me but you know what? I saw sujin yesterday. I clearly saw her leaving me in my apartment,but when i asked the security guard he told me that it was one of your employees. Sheesh im getting crazy day by day"

"You aren’t wrong tho"-said woosung gingerly.

" i infact hired her as minho's assistant. She doesnt have the skills,but its fair enough for her. She will be happy lavishing in wealth and no worries for a hard future. I hope minho goes easy on her. Did you get that?"

A mere 'yes,sir' was heard. I pressed my ear harder onto the door but removed immediately when a cackling laugh rang through.

The twins were gossiping.

So this was what's going on? I was just a mere charity case for them. No matter how close we were in highschool, things like these always made me feel small. Whats more embarrassing is that after knowing this I dont have the guts to loose this job. For once i will swallow my pride. I need this job. When i get my first pay, i will move out. All in all I'm embarrassed at my pathetic self and disappointed that our friendship never meant anything to them.