Jimin sighs, refreshing his inbox of his email every second, seeing if anyone has accepted his application for a job. With no sight of any positive email, he sighs once more, tired.
It's almost ten at night and he's tired from his current job, today having more movement since a group of children had come by and played with him.
He definitely needs a better job, and soon. Or, he has no hopes of living in Japan better than he lived back in Busan.
Setting his head down on his desk, he sees the low battery warning pop up on his laptop making him groan.
He doesn't know if Japan is a good idea anymore.
Not until an obscure memory of a dark toned pink blur finds a way into his mind.
Then, he thinks that Japan might be tolerable after all.