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"Don't do that, try it once, my lady."
"········."
"Three times a week, three hundred in four months."
"···········."
"Isn't that quite beneficial for you?"
It was Kim Seok-jin, her senior from college a year above her, who offered her one-on-one tutoring three times a week for three hundred dollars over four months. This was sure to fill her tattered wallet, but there was one problem...
"This student's former tutors all gave up on him?"
"······ huh."
"This student is now... looking at me..."
"·········."
"Are you telling me to teach?"
"··· Since you're smart and need money right now, why don't you give it a try? It's not like three hundred dollars will just roll in."
"That's true, but······."
Senior Seokjin wasn't wrong. At twenty-two, I actually needed money, and I do. Nevertheless, the reason Yeoju didn't readily accept Seokjin's offer was simple.
"Time...isn't it a waste?"
"······."
"How can I dedicate four months to a child who might cause an accident?"
"·········."
"If you work like crazy for four months... you could make three hundred. The minimum wage went up this year anyway...."
"Yeoju, you collapsed from overwork while working part-time last time, right?"
"That's it, senior,"
"Don't overwork yourself by working three or four part-time jobs a day. Get one that pays a lot of money. You, Yeoju, need to take care of your health too."
"······."
"It's true that I'm in my twenties, and my blood is boiling..."
"·········."
“I can’t keep working part-time and risking my health.”
"Still, senior······."
"You should live long and see your brother often, Yeoju."
"············."
"Eeeeeeeeeing~"
In an attempt to lighten the serious atmosphere, Seokjin playfully tapped Yeoju's shoulder with exaggerated aegyo, but Yeoju's stiff expression showed no signs of smiling easily. Ah······. If I had known you would react like this, I shouldn't have been aegyo. Seokjin let out a short sigh. Phew, whenever I see you, you're just like a child. What?! You shouldn't say that to your senior, Yeoju~?!
"Haha ...
"I'll let it slide just this once. Think about it regarding tutoring and contact me. I'll be waiting."
"Yes, yes! Come in, senior!"
Seokjin tapped Yeoju's back a couple of times before leisurely walking away. Yeoju couldn't help but follow the back of his head with her eyes, lost in thought once more. Three hundred in four months... Three hundred... She muttered under her breath, a sum she'd never dared to contemplate. It might be a huge gain for me, but Jo Ogeum seemed risky. A student other tutors had given up on? I didn't need to do it! That was Yeoju's judgment.
A black car slowly approached me. Stepping out of the sleek vehicle was a woman in red. She seemed to be scolding me for something, but instead of a sound, all I could hear was a deafening ringing in my ears. The trail of the red woman faded, the tinnitus gradually fading, barely audible, and...
thud-!
"hey!"
"Ah, ahhh..."
A man with brown dyed hair and a black ball cap, visible beyond the counter, furrowed his brows and scolded me. Stupid Kim Yeo-ju, I finally dozed off again. I've been feeling sleepy a lot lately. Maybe it's because I'm tired, but I think the drowsiness comes irregularly. After much deliberation, I chose the latter. Just sitting back on the chair, my eyes close and sleep comes naturally. Yeo-ju scratched her round head and kept repeating her apologies.
"Okay, just calculate this for me."
The man in the ball cap and dyed hair handed her two green bottles. The female protagonist picked up one of the two green bottles and looked them over with the man several times. No matter how I looked at it... it didn't seem like it had any adult-like qualities. "Snap!" The female protagonist placed the green bottle on the counter and held out one of her open palms to the man. "What, what?!?" The female protagonist whispered back at the man's flustered tone.
"Identification card."
"yes?"
"Please show me your ID, sir."
"I left my ID at home."
"Where is your home?"
"This way, in front. It's close."
"Please come and visit me. I will keep these two bottles safe."
"Ah... I'm telling you, I'm an adult. You're so damn picky, lol."
This kid's personality is showing! Usually, when a customer doesn't have an ID card at a convenience store, it can be divided into two types. The first is when they really forgot their ID card, and the second is when they forgot it. In the former case, since the ID card is usually carried in the wallet unless they're careless, you can just assume that the customer who insists they don't have an ID card is a missing person. If you assume like this, sometimes your intuition will be wrong and you'll get a bad scolding, but usually, even if you assume, it's a missing person 80% of the time. This is the experience that I learned from the female protagonist who worked hard at the part-time job for two years.
A man, irritated and brushing his hair back, boldly demands to buy something. He hides two green bottles behind his back, determined to give the woman a good scolding. Seeing the man's pupils dilate in surprise is incredibly amusing.
"What, what are you doing?"
"If you don't plan on showing me your ID, I have no intention of selling it either."
"What difference does it make if you take it away like that?"
"That's right~"
"Oh, me."
Kim Yeo-ju, Win! Seeing him sigh and walk away from the counter, Yeo-ju was certain of victory. "That little punk is already thinking about drinking!" He put down two glasses of green liquor and patted her shoulder.
clattering-
"Huh...!"
"If you don't sell it, I'll make you sell it, you know."
He hadn't left the convenience store yet, as three bright green bottles were added. I glared at him and shoved the bottles to the corner of the counter, only to find more in the meantime. The number of green bottles on the counter swelled from two to five, then five to seven, then seven to ten...
"Oh my god, stop it. You crazy bastard!!!"
"Big."
In the end, the female protagonist is the first to give in to the feast of green bottles that doubles when pushed to one side. Have you ever seen that crazy guy who brings more just because he doesn't sell! His eyebrows twitch as if he's in a good mood, and when you meet his eyes, you can't be more dumbfounded. Yeah, if I caught him selling alcohol to Mija, I'd have caught him. That brat... Even I, a corpse without pride, can't win. Beep! Finally, a cheerful mechanical sound rings out, and as if he can't win, he hands a black bag containing two bottles of alcohol to the man in the ball cap. He stumbles out of the convenience store, oblivious to the sparks burning in his eyes. Goodbye, and please! Don't come next time!
Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting-ting-ting-ting-ting-tong-tong- The phone next to the counter beeps loudly. [10:30 PM shift change] I work the afternoon shift, and at 10:30, I usually switch shifts with Jimin, who handles the night shift. But Jimin, who is as diligent as Yeoju, who always keeps her shift on time, is even later today. Yeoju, who has to go to her next shift, can only stomp her feet. She tries to call the eleven-digit number written on a Post-it note next to the cashier, but there's no answer...
- The connection is not established, after the beep······.
All I got was a beep saying the connection wasn't working.
"Ah... what should I do?"
At this rate, I'm about to get fired from my part-time job at a pub, the highest-paying of all my other part-time jobs. It hasn't even been a week since I started working, and I barely managed to get a job with a competitive rate of 10, so I'm left with nothing but the floor of the convenience store, stomping my feet. With less than ten minutes left until my shift at the pub, I'm in a desperate situation. And then, at that moment, I open the door and poke my head out...
"Huh~"
"·········?"
With both cheeks wide open and smelling of alcohol,
"Ajindu, why don't you go?"
He was a cheap, baggy, ball cap-wearing boy.