Taehyung

Today, Areum has gone for a sleepover at one of her ballet classmate's house, and so I'm free to watch my favorite show on Netflix that has been rated 16+ for violence and substance.

When she's around, I wouldn't be able to watch anything except Disney princesses, and that too only during the screen-time that Jang-Mi has allotted for her.

What better way to relax on a Saturday night than with Netflix, a can of cold beer and a huge ass sandwich that's stacked high with delicious slices of turkey and dripping with my favorite sauces.

It feels like a luxury to be a couch potato.

As I stuff my mouth with a big bite of the sandwich, I take in the flavors with my eyes closed, and a sound similar to that of a moan escapes my mouth while every muscle in my body relaxes as I keep chewing the food.

When my eyes open, they stay on the TV screen for a mere few seconds after which they get drawn to my phone's screen which suddenly lights up with an incoming email.

Quickly placing the sandwich on the wrapper, I lick my fingers clean and wipe them on the fabric of my sweatpants before opening up the email from my next potential employer.

My heart races even before the contents of the email could load on the screen, but once it does, everything around me seems to come to a halt when I read the first few lines.

My heart deflates rapidly within my chest—like an old balloon that is pricked with a pin—with every word that I read and re-read.

The interview went well, so why the hell am I rejected?

I didn't even have my hopes up in the clouds until they shortlisted me for the HR interview and sent me the terms and conditions email a few days ago, and then they do me dirty after everything?

Just fucking brilliant!!

What the hell do I do now about the resignation?

Shit! I'd be a pathetic unemployed man in a few more days.

As if on cue, Jang-Mi's voice sounds from the balcony where she is watering the potted plants,
"What happened to the new job that you applied for? Any reply yet?" She peeps in from the doorway, and my eyes briefly flick to look at her before I toss the phone in my hand onto the coffee table.

I knew that she would remember it perfectly.

"What happened?" She walks in from the balcony, placing the spray can on the dining table as she stands a few feet away from the couch while I remain dead silent.

"Let me guess, you got rejected, isn't it?" The arrogance and sarcasm in her tone is making my nerves burn with rage.

"Yeah, so what now?" I scoff angrily, trying my best not to raise my voice at her.

"What so what? Didn't you say you'd be selected for sure? Then how did this happen?" She plants her hands on her hips and questions me.

I hate it that she demands answers from me. I hate being answerable, and even more when she makes me feel small and points her fingers at me.

Damn it! Can't she say a few comforting words when I'm handling rejection?

"I don't know what went wrong," I answer in a surprisingly calm tone and get up from the couch to leave the place and discontinue the discussion to prevent it from erupting into something bigger.

"What reason did they state? You even resigned your current job hoping to get through with this one."

"Yeah, I did," I keep my voice and my head low, counting within my mind to calm down and not lose my cool.

"Did you even tell me before resigning your job? Now what do we do to keep the family running? Beg? Borrow?" Jang-Mi demands angrily.

That snapped the last cords of my self-control.

"WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP? ALL THAT YOU CARE ABOUT IS THE MONEY. DO YOU FUCKING CARE ABOUT HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW? HUH?" My eyes widen in anger as I scream at her, yet she stands unaffected.

"What's with the double standards, Taehyung? Didn't you ask the exact same questions when I quit my hard-earned, high-paying job a few years ago? Wasn't I supposed to yell at you this way back then?" Jang-Mi tilts her head to one side and questions me, her tone dripping revenge, and it suddenly makes my blood boil.

The feeling of not feeling powerful in an argument triggers me further.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I collect myself together and speak in a more composed manner,
"I was hoping for this job more than you know. And all you care about now is me resigning my current job and our family running bankrupt and ending up on the streets. It isn't like this is the only job on the planet. But do you know what?" I step closer to her and peer down at her eyes, and she holds our gazes, but they don't show a tinge of regret or empathy.

"I'm done dealing with this shit. I don't want to take any more of your ridiculing and arrogance and sarcasm and what not!" I flail my arms in the air. "I'm so done with you, Jang-Mi. I'm so fucking done with everything! You're so heartless, and I'm ashamed to be standing here and talking to you right now," I fume in rage, not waiting for her response or reaction, whipping around and fetching my phone and wallet from the coffee table.

Throwing open the front door, I rush outside as the anger boiling through my nerves starts melting out through my eyes in the form of tears.

Thankfully, I didn't cry in front of her and end up looking like an idiot. As I fast-walk down the street, my tears keep dripping down, and I keep sniffing them back and drying my eyes with both my hands, pushing my hair back above my forehead.

Shit just happens all at once, and it stinks.

I have no idea where I'm going, but I'm angry, upset, frustrated and hungry right now. I ride a bus to some random stop and then walk a long way; my feet guiding me to a convenience store where I walk in mindlessly and pick up two big cups of ramen.

Drowning my anger and disappointment in food seems like a decent idea, and right now it's the only thing I can do to clear up my mind and decide what to do next.

Sitting at the small table outside the store, I open up the top cover of the ramen and watch as the swirls of steam escape it before I stab my chopsticks into the puddle and gather a big blob of noodles. I furiously blow on it and stick it into my mouth, slurping the long strands of the noodles and humming in satisfaction.

A few more bites of noodles later, my brain flickers on, and I decide to stay at a cheap hotel for the night. I could stay the night at Jin's palatial house, but then, that would involve a detailed summary of why I walked out of the house, and I'm in no mood for any explanations tonight.

So, a hotel it is.

Once I get some rest, my mind might be in a slightly better state to plan out my next course of action.

I gobble up the two cups of ramen at a phenomenal pace and let out an embarrassingly loud burp, after which I head inside the store once again to buy a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste—the two essentials without which I really don't know how to survive.

After picking up what I need, I wait at the billing counter behind a woman who is dressed in a huge hoodie and a pair of really short shorts, showing off her super sexy legs and thighs all the way upto almost the bottom of her perfect ass.

Wow! This is too sexy for a trip to the convenience store.

I ogle at her legs and thighs that actually look edible, and all that manages to come out of me is a dire sigh when I realize once again that it has been over two years since I had any kind of female contact or any form of sex at all.

At this point, I'm actually craving it real bad, so bad that I can't even stop staring at the random woman's thighs, but I don't have anyone to do it with.

And am I married? Well, yes. That's the cherry on the cake.

The woman pays for her tub of chocolate ice-cream and steps out of the store, and I shamelessly turn my head to keep staring at her legs, almost drooling at the sight.

After paying for my purchase, I step out of the store too and pull out my phone to look for a cheap hotel nearby to spend the night. But then I notice the woman from the store standing outside with her back facing me and talking to someone on her phone that is sandwiched between her jaw and shoulder, and then she squats down to tie her shoelaces.

She isn't exactly giving off the hook-up kind of vibes, but she looks so sexy even from behind, and the sight of her thighs is making me feel strange sensations within my stomach.

I've been living in the damned 'married-but-single-as-fuck' category for more than two years now, and if I'm staying the night at a hotel, I might as well spend it with someone like her, and who knows, she might even make me forget things tonight.

I mean, her thighs definitely seem capable of that.

And it's hard to reject me, unless she is Jang-Mi.

The not-so-distant possibility of me finally being able to have sex tonight suddenly makes me all excited.

I watch her closely as she stands up and ends the phone call; her hoodie still covering her head.

Not wanting to waste another second, I gather up all my courage, step closer to her from behind, dip my neck to her ear level, and speak in a deep whisper.

"Hey, want to give me company tonight? We can check if I fit between your sexy thighs," I swear this is the first time that I have ever said something so dirty to someone other than Jang-Mi, and I have no idea what got into me.

She stays completely still while I straighten up and wait for her response, licking my lips in anticipation and contemplating whether she would prefer plain condoms or flavored ones. I'm also fighting an internal battle with my rational conscience which says that she could very well be a married woman who might turn around and slap the life out of my face.

But then she turns around, and the moment my eyes land on her face, my jaw drops to the ground in horror, and my eyes go as round as saucers.

"Maya?" I have no idea how I managed to utter that without stammering and passing out on the spot.

When everything goes wrong on the same day...
*sigh*
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Also, fun fact : More than 80% of arguments start because one of them hasn't eaten yet. Agree?
I felt that at a spiritual level.

Double update today!!

Published on : 04/26/2022