Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴀ/ɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ:
•Tʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪs sᴇᴛ ᴍᴏsᴛʟʏ ɪɴ Sᴇᴏᴜʟ
•Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ Y/ɴ ᴏʀ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴠɪᴇᴡ
•Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ 20, sᴏ ɪs Wᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ
•Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴ Nᴇᴡ Yᴏʀᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ Sᴏᴜᴛʜ Kᴏʀᴇᴀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴡᴇsᴏᴍᴇ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴜᴛᴇʀ sᴋɪʟʟs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟY ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏʙ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴋ-ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀs ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜ ʜOᴘᴇs ᴏғ ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ
•Vᴇʀʏ ᴄʜɪʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀɪᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴀ sᴀᴠᴀɢᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇs ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴏʙsᴛᴀᴄʟᴇs ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ
•Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ #1 ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴏʀ ғᴏʀ Kᴏʀᴇᴀɴ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴇs
I was chilling in the café across the street, editing the footage the manager of an 8 member boy band had sent me the day before. I leaned back in my comfy chair and sipped my coffee, looking at the screen, brainstorming.
I looked out in the glass windows at the view of Seoul's streets as the classy music drilled into my ears, louder than construction working. I sighed.
Suddenly, the idea popped into my head. I leaned forward, put down the coffee cup, and slammed my hands into the keyboard, madly trying to capture the idea into my computer.
After about 3 and 1/2 hours of working on the layout and transitions of the photos, I finally leaned back once more. Not caring about my freezing, bitter coffee, I sipped it, cruising through all my work, I slapped the •Send• button, and slam my screen down. A smile forms on my face. It's over for a whole week before the deadline.
The door bells jingle and I look up.
A man walks in.
Rich purple hair.
Skin baby like.
Top notch fashion sense.
Hᴇʏ, Aᴛɪɴʏs. I ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ
ᴜɴʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ Eʀɪᴄ Nᴀᴍ,
ᴍʏ ᴄʀᴀᴘᴘʏ ʜᴜᴍᴏʀ, ɪɴsᴏᴍɴɪᴀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ
ᴇxᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏғ ʙᴀɴᴀɴᴀ ᴍɪʟᴋ sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ
ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ. Mʏ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋʜᴇᴀᴅ self ɪs ᴛᴏᴏ
ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ, sᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ join ᴍʏ
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