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The hustle on the early morning streets created by employees, students, job hunters, was great like every other morning, no one paying attention to anyone but their foremost priority i.e. their destination to start their daily schedules.

Among the crowd of rushing people, was a guy with average height but great handsome features. His features honestly wouldn't make him stand out of the crowd too much but his blonde short hair cut and fashion influenced persona he had made him stand out. And this got his handsome features to look more handsome and stand out.

Small face, his eyes radiating a different sort of intensity, a long sharp nose, and a cute smile. He was just the definition of a cute guy if he were wearing what he wore yesterday, which was a mixture of white and pastel shades, a cream beret topping it off. Today he looked more of mature. He wore a dark blue shirt with one side of it tucked in the denim ripped jeans, a pair of black boots finishing the look. A pair of black shades sitting on his nose.

People gave him looks but he didn't care, after all he loved to live life the way he wanted. Also, his job pays so well, he can afford these. And when he can afford something, then why not actually use it. His footsteps clicked on the cement pathway as he walked like he were some fashion show model. Everything about him was dripping with fashion, fashion and fashion. But his job wasn't.

A good payable job but not something he liked. His job was quite weird both with the sound of it as well as with the actual work of it. He was a 'breakup messenger' or 'breakup agent' whatever you call it. It was never something he liked but the only job he had for the time he tried getting into the modelling world. No offense, but even if he dripped fashion from every single movement of his stature it was super difficult to get into the fashion industry. And so this is why Mr.Park Seonghwa, a 25 year old man currently sits on the throne of the breakup agent employee.

You may think his job is weird which he too thinks it is, but it's still a difficult and risky job. It's not like he can just go to his allocated target and sit in front of them and go like- "hey, I'm a breakup agent, and your boyfriend/girlfriend asked me to pass this message that he/she wants to break up with you" -with a smile and then leave after passing the message. Once in a while he gets a slap on his soft cheek or a punch on his nose or sometimes a clingy teary runny nose person and sometimes those people even drag him to drink with them to keep him company as they cry the whole night ranting about how much their ex meant to them. Though the last option is still better than the others to him.

And right now Seonghwa is off to the actual office where he goes every morning to know who does he need to pass a breakup message to today. His expensive wrist watch reads, 8:30 am. Walking in through the glass doors, Seonghwa makes his way to the elevator as someone with a rather loud and annoying voice catches up with him. Immediately noticing who it was running from a far, Seonghwa shields his face from his right hand while his left one rests inside his jeans pocket.

Muttering wishes of not getting caught under his breath, Seonghwa tries hiding under the shelter of his hand as he starts walking while still hiding his face until he feels a hand slump down on his shoulder making him wince involuntarily. 'Gosh! Can't he leave me?' The words echoed in Seonghwa's mind as he lowered his hand and turned with a not so happy smile towards the high pitched voice's owner. "Were you avoiding me, you fashion freak?" Wooyoung said as Seonghwa just forced a smile shaking his head no.

Slinging an arm around the unwilling Seonghwa, Wooyoung starts walking along with him to the elevators. Thankfully, they weren't the ones alone in the elevator or Seonghwa would have made sure he yeets the other off the floor window they reach later. There was a familiar person who entered the elevator along. Everyone knew him to be 'Choi San'.

"Ayy, Seonghwa! Sup?" San as you should know was a fun outgoing guy who could energise anyone's day with his dimpled smile. He was too cute but too hot for anyone's good as well. And the only one who would keep him sane while Wooyoung pissed him off. And so Seonghwa was a little thankful he found San at the elevator, his mood feeling a lot better than before. "Ayyy, Hwa! You always talk to him happily but you give me no attention to begin with." Wooyoung sulked while still clinging to him, Seonghwa made an unamused face.

"How many times do I have to ask you to act normal then? I wonder how your fiancé manages you " Seonghwa turns back to San who was just laughing and enjoying the daily show unfold in front of his eyes. "She loves me alot more than you ok???" Wooyoung clarifiers as Seonghwa makes a face until the metal doors of the elevator open signalling Seonghwa's floor was here.

Bidding a goodbye to ONLY San, Seonghwa got out of the elevator walking through the white shining tiled floors of the corridor, his boots making constant click sounds, fainting after his feet left the floor only to resound with the same pitch as they touched the floor on another step ahead. Once in a while he would flash a smile, nod or morning greeting to the other colleagues, until he reached his desk.

Getting into his cubicle, Seonghwa sat down on his swivel chair, relaxing slightly roaming his orbs to look at the daily spot of his cubicle wall where a note would be pasted. It was same for every breakup agent. Everyday they would be assigned with a particular person, and their information with the photograph would be pasted on their cubicle wall.

Using his feet to slide his swivel chair closer to his desk, Seonghwa leans in as well, and stretches his arm to pull the white envelope from the wall. It was the usual plain white envelope. Opening it up carefully, Seonghwa inverted it slightly to let the contents within fall on his desk. There fell, a letter, a photograph, and a ring. Raising his eyebrows, Seonghwa took a hold of the letter first.

"I got to know what you are, and I don't like it. Your personality tells everything about you. You never loved me, you were just playing with me. Leave me and never contact me, Song Mingi. People like you are just players and nothing else. We're done. Also, your shit of that ring you accidentally left at mine, I am sending it back."

"Oops- another rather harsh message. That's going to be kinda dangerous for me." Seonghwa shuddered slightly, his hand coming up his right shoulder.

"She just left me?!! I can't believe it, I loved her so much, friend." A guy cried loudly, his head slammed on the bar while his tears entered his mouth at some point. The guy's hand clasped onto his tightly as he clung to him with his head still slammed on the bar as he ordered another drink. There Seonghwa sat deprived of all emotions, looking straight at the empty glass in front of him while his other hand moved in constant comforting motion on the crying guy's back. Suddenly, the guy got angry in his misery as well as the delay of his drink service that he grabbed the empty glass and slammed it on the counter making it shatter into pieces-

Seonghwa jolted out of his imagination as he shook his head furiously. "No! No! Not another miserable person dragging me into drinking to give them company!" Seonghwa looks down at the things again, and takes the photograph and flipping it over to the person's face. There he saw his target-for-today's face. Seonghwa brings his other hand to his right cheek. The guy's features were really mature and......intimidating?

"You bastard!" The guy punched Seonghwa on his right cheek hard making his body loose it's balance and stumble back on the hard brick wall, his head hitting against it. Seonghwa could feel a headache and a sharp pain spread through his jaw as before he could get up or contain his composure, his collar was grabbed harshly as another punch landed on his nose.

"No! NO! NOT AT ALL!" Seonghwa slams his hands on his desk, leading the sound to echo through the whole area, other agents and workers coming out and raising their heads from the sides and tops of their cubicles to look at Seonghwa in confusion. Coming to reality from his numerous imaginations, Seonghwa realises everyone's attention on him, his body immediately shrinking in embarrassment as he now focuses on the ring. It was a normal silver ring.

Paying attention to it, Seonghwa moved it at different angles in his hand until he discovered a small word written inside. The word was Love. That word. Seonghwa could feel a sort of emptiness lace in his heart. That word could never relate to his job. And after reading it on the ring, Seonghwa didn't feel scared of getting beaten up by this guy named Song Mingi. He was scared to see the look on his face cause he wished it wasn't a broken one. "Well, he looks tough at least so that's good to just make me believe he will be alright after knowing the news."

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"YeoSang-ah!! You ready or not?!"
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