My life always sucked. I was the only child and most of the time I was ignored (if I was lucky enough). My parents were teachers, so obviously I sucked in studies too. Yeah, I was troublesome kid. My grades were bad, so I got nothing better to do and started school gang. I gathered a lot of people, to my surprise, and most of the time I bullied weaker or beat up stronger. I needed money, you see. I had to get out of this awful city as soon as possible...
But my perfect plan was interrupted by something, that changed my life.
It happened one winter day. I didn’t just like money, I was obsessed with it. So every time I saw the opportunity to earn it, I took it. I meant, a lot of part-time jobs, not necessary legal. This time, however, I received on the street a leaflet with casting to one of the three big corporations in Seoul. I decided to took a part in it, because there was pay even for those, who’ll fail the recruitment. What’s more, I didn’t have to prepare anything. Just me and my ID. Nice, right?
So next day I went to a black big building, supposedly this corporation, where the casting was hold. Somehow it creeped me out a little. When I got closer to it, I saw that is wasn’t newly black, but old black. Like an old abandoned house. I swallowed hard, but I pressed the bell. When I did it, I could swore, that the bell took the shape of a skull.
I shook my head. The bell was again normal. I sighed. Maybe I shouldn’t have played games till dawn. Then the door opened itself. I entered confidently, ignoring every strange thought, that appeared in my head like a swarm. The corridors were lighted by lamps, that looked like torches. Very original idea, I thought, until I got closer and saw that the lamps were real torches. One strange idea popped up in my mind: did I die?
I continued walking, gradually feeling colder and colder. At the end of the corridor the temperature nearly froze me, when I finally reached the waiting room. As I walked in, hot air gushed at me. I coughed, shocked by that sudden change. Then my eyes hurt because of the lights, this time normal ones.
This room reminded me of a waiting room in the hospital. It was white with people in it in different, mostly colorful, clothes and looks, walking round and round or sitting on white chairs. I saw the same leaflets in their hands, so I thought that I arrived at the right place, and sat on the chair, beside some tall guy. After a while a weak looking boy sat on my left.
“Man, this place is awesome!” he sighed.
“What part of it?” I grumbled.
“Every! Didn’t you see their technology? It’s far greater than in other corporations!”
“What technology?” I said angrily. I hated, when someone was making things up, just to get attention. “This place is old and creepy. Didn’t you see torches on your way here?”
“What torches?” he asked confused. I felt that the guy on my right moved a little. “Wow, did you see some hologram? I saw it too! It’s –”
“It wasn’t a hologram!” I shouted, but quickly turn down the voice. “It was real, old torch, you sloppy head.”
Boy probably felt offended, because he walked away with clenched fists. I snorted and leaned against the wall, closing eyes. After a few seconds I heard louder snort.
“You didn’t change, nitwit,” guy on my right said.
I looked at him with a nice bunch of curses on the tip of my tongue, when I suddenly recognized him.
It was none other than Park Chanyeol – my rival from high school. As you may guess, we had very gentle hateful relation. He was leader in school gang too and they were fighting with my gang in everything. He irritated me every day (it was his specialty), but after the graduation I heard nothing about him. I thought that he went work for his wealthy parents’ company. I never thought that I’ll meet him in a place like this.
“You’re certainly a pain in the ass, Park,” I said grimly. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have a lot of money already for doing nothing?”
“I do what I want. I don’t have to steal it, at least.”
I grabbed his collar.
“What did you just say?” I growled.
“Your hearing got worse along with your brain?” Chanyeol said through teeth.
I raised my fist, but two men in suits stopped us.
“It’s your turn to come in,” one of them said. I was still glancing at Chanyeol with anger. “Mr. Moon Hajun.”
“What?” Now I looked at them. I didn’t have any visible ID. “How do you know my name?”
“This way, please,” the other man said.
I glanced grimly at Chanyeol for the last time and followed men in suits.