You've spent the last seven years trying to get over your first loves, your childhood friends. So far no one has been able to top them. Now you're hunting for an apartment near your job. What happens with your new roommates open the door for you the...
You scrolled through the apartment listings on your screen, searching for just the right place within walking distance of your new job; your dream job if you were honest. You didn't want anything to hinder your chances of staying at the company and moving up the ranks.
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A picture with blue, like distressed denim, walls catches your attention. The room appears brightly lit while providing a comfortable atmosphere which held your interest as your eyes flitted over the listing details.
As you read the listing, your heart begins to pound, racing against your ribs. Once you reach the end you scroll back to the top and then stare at the price. 'How is this possible? 200,000 KRW per month?' Your eyes scan the beautiful pictures, 'This is perfect.'
Quickly, you send a message to the lister, hoping that they approve your application, and then promptly distract yourself with work once more. Data sheets and paperwork fill your mind, allowing you to pass through time without feeling it.
Ping
An incoming message rings loudly from your computer, startling you from your deep concentration. Slowly, you pull up the tab with your messages.
Dear Y/N,
We've looked over your application and feel that you would be a good fit. Would you have time this afternoon to come by for a quick meeting and to sign the lease? If so please reply with a time that you can come.
Thank you!
(Downtown Address at a high-end complex)
Briskly, you read over the letter; your heart racing once more. Upon reaching the end of the email you leap up from your seat, "YES!" the excited yell rips from your throat, causing a fair number of your coworkers to jump in their own cubicles. Heat fills your cheeks as you realize you've startled others unnecessarily. "I'm sorry." You mumble quietly, as you fan yourself in your embarrassment, carefully taking your seat once more.
Taking deep and steady breaths, you begin to type out your reply, letting them know that you will be available later that afternoon to meet and go over the particulars.
Warily, you enter the elevator; noting the cleanliness of the lobby and the elevator car. Calmly, you press the button for the 7th floor, the light music softly filling the interior as the machines whirl to life, carrying you up through the shaft.
The well-lit hallway appears welcoming and safe as you walk along looking for the number the email had indicated. It's not until you reach the end of the corridor that you find the door you've been searching for.
Lifting your arm you prepare to knock, but then hesitate. Butterflies flutter in your belly as you try to figure out why you feel like something is off. You look back down the passage, nothing stands out to you and you don't hear any concerning whispers of sound. Shaking your head, you rap quickly on the solid wood.
