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( song of the day :
any song - zico )

cfo nakamoto yuta walked in a brisk pace, a brown envelope secured by his left hand. his unoccupied hand made its way to his necktie for adjustment. the said piece of clothing had silk as its main material, making it easier for the tips of his fingers to slide off at any given time.

yuta's gaze was only darted straightly towards the conference room that was only a few feet away, not even the respectful bows of his colleagues bothering him. he seemed to have built up a steady flow of walking. he knew that nothing would ruin this simple moment to the point where he could almost capture it all on camera, just because of how smooth it was going.

well that was until.. he slipped.

his shielded foot nearly flew off his body as the other met with the slippery floor. within seconds, yuta's back harshly came in contact the cold floor. the agony that traveled all over his body felt like an intense punch. the feeling was like needles having a feast on his lower back.

simpler words? painful.

instead of being mad for bringing back the floor's havoc after a thirty minute long mop, shin saebyul—the janitress on duty—couldn't help but snort at what the boy gotten himself into. this soon turned into a full on laugh with her hands covering her face. her messy bun was coming loose by her movement.

"why the hell are you laughing, lady?" he asked in fury. it still was a challenge for him to stand up, since his lower back pain was unbearable. "do you know who the fuck i am?"

"you're a whiny bitch who doesn't know how to read," byul replied. she pointed her index finger towards the yellow signage rested on the floor and said, "it literally says slippery floor and yet you're out here strutting as if there were modeling agencies waiting to hire you."

"don't you know how to adjust?"

"i don't even need to adjust for ceo jung. what makes you any different, huh?"

yuta glared at byul upon standing up, wiping the dust his suit accumulated from the fall. he sucked in a breath as he fixed his sleeves, that dreadful glare still steadily plastered. "don't you think i'll forget about this."

"ohhh i'm scared," she mocked.

the boy was visibly pissed as he walked away from the humiliating scenario, fragments of that numbing twinge still felt in most parts of his back.

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