- offices

@v. jung yunho boa let the ball drop this week: it was definitely on her. she was sandwiched between a rock and a hard place, trying to make ends meet as she hit an unforeseen bump in the road. but of all people, she was glad this conversation was happening with someone who knew her—who knew how doggedly she would work. “i apologize mr. jung,” she starts, drawing in a slow inhale, “with all do respect, there is a lot happening in my personal life. this past week— was a culmination of that.” performing on the street wasn’t getting her as much attraction as it usually would since tourist season was coming to a close, and the drives this week were exceptionally long.
even as she sits in this seat across from the fidgety vampire, she has to hold back a yawn or two—not because of him but purely because she’s lacking sleep. it’s the third day of taking naps in between commitments to ensure that she gets sleep. she looks at him with sincerity, not wanting to spout excuses and knowing very well she had countless chances to rectify the situation before. “I am so sorry— I will make sure it won’t happen again.”

@b. kwon boa "miss kwon," yunho begins as the second hand sitting atop his desk chips away at the seconds spent in yunho's dreary and otherwise silent office. the blinds behind the shift manager's desk rest unmoved, providing as much coverage from the sunlight's penetrating rays as possible. "i must preface our meeting by stating our relationship must currectly be cast as shift manager to employee with our philia relationship set aside for the moment." however as he speaks, the sun's progressive ascent into the sky causes a trickle of light to fall across his cheek, thus illuminating clouds of dust swirling and dancing in the beam only a few centimeters wide in diameter. "this damned light." he grumbles as the searing pain prickles his cheek, and he thereby moves his chair a few inches to the side before he continues. "may i ask why your last few deliveries resulted in a late delivery? it isn't like the traffic would have stopped you." he insinuates, allowing for his gaze to fall to the surface of the desk. attention waning due to his daytime lethargy, he fiddles with his cufflinks, plucking his thumb with the needle.