Four non-humansby min9311
"Goodbye! This is our last commemorative photo."
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The last photo to say goodbye to this house
Take a picture once and upload it to Fiction, a social media platform
I connected for that purpose.
Fiction is a recently popular social networking service (SNS) that appears to be no different from other existing social networks in that it involves uploading and sharing photos and videos, but it has the unique characteristic of being positioned more towards 'fashion'.
That doesn't mean that only posts related to 'fashion'
Of course, you can't just upload anything, you can also upload everyday posts.
However, this type of general thing I am about to upload now
The posts also share the daily lives of ‘fashion people’
A feeling?
So at some point, I started doing ‘fiction’
I myself am interested in fashion and trendy
It became an atmosphere that proved that one was human.
A term referring to people who write fiction
‘Pikple’ is an abbreviation of [fiction + fashion people]
Fashion has become so popular that new words have even been created.
A strong desire to express one's individuality
Explosion among young people in their teens and twenties
It has become popular and has become the hottest SNS in recent years.
It's holding its place.
Of the photos I just took, I'll pick a few to put in fiction.
I wrote a post.
"It was fun, goodbye...!"
After posting on Fiction, for today
I simply took care of the account I had saved little by little
I left the room with my luggage.
"If I add in the part-time job wages I'll receive later, I think I'll be able to afford a small studio apartment in the basement...!"
"Oh, right."
Finally, I reached into my pocket to retrieve the note I'd hidden under my pillow earlier. But,
"Hmm?"
Another piece of paper is in hand
I felt it.
"What is this..? I put it in before
Is this an emergency fund? Then it's a total steal!!!"
So I took out another piece of paper, and there was another note in my pocket.
"Two at once...? That's never happened before."
"Auntie...? Aunty? What are you talking about...
And what is this... we'll meet soon?"
"Ah... right, time!!! I'm going to be late for work!! Today is definitely
I have to get my salary too...!"
On the way to work as a fitting model at a shopping mall.
The reason I, who said I would never become a model after seeing my mother, who is a model, do this job is simpler than you might think.
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With the promise to earn my own allowance
I had to work part-time, but strangely enough
Every time I started something, I often ran into problems or didn't get paid properly.
Then, by chance, I worked at a place introduced by an acquaintance.
Part-time job as a fitting model. My mother's genes, which I inherited from her modeling career, made my natural physique an advantage.
Since it was an offer I received, I was hesitant at first,
Because I believed in the note that seemed to tell my fortune for the day.
Eventually, I accepted the offer, and I've been doing this for quite a while, diligently, and well, to the point where I've even gained a few fans.
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And now the place I'm going to is
I got my first part-time job as a fitting model through an acquaintance's introduction.
It's a shopping mall...
Ugh... Anyway, this useless sense of responsibility and loyalty!!!
Right now, I can only stand as a fitting model.
It was just a sense of duty to have served as a stepping stone, but once I receive all the overdue wages, this is the end.
Now I've reached my limit, and I'm thinking of cutting ties with this place today.
"Ah... By the way, why is the bus like this today?
Don't come... You can't be late."
I put my hand in my pocket to take out the card, but I feel another piece of paper.
"You're telling me not to go out...? You're telling me not to go to work? But I've already left..."
Squeak
Just then, the bus arrived.
"What should I do... I don't have time..."
As I was standing in front of the open door, the bus driver shouted at me, apparently frustrated.
-Oh, you’re not going to ride it?!!!
-If you're not going to get off, get out of the way!!! I'm in a hurry.
"Oh, sorry. I'm going to get off..."
But then, the man behind me cut me off and started to go out, beating the drum in response to what the bus driver said.
-Oh, that's what I'm saying. I want to ride it.
Are you going to stop? Get out of the way. I'll get in first.
The man pushed my shoulder to the side as if he was bothering me and kicked the bag next to me with his foot.
Kick.
-Oh, what is this? Really?
"ah"
My body twisted as I was pushed back by the man's strength. At the same time,
At that time, when I almost said something unpleasant,
"Oh... everyone is really prickly.
"I told you I was going to get off!"
A voice that seemed unfamiliar, yet familiar. At the same time, a faint fragrance resembling the fragrance of flowers wafted from somewhere.
-But why are you a newbie?
"Oh, don't you know how to respect your elders? Don't you have eyes?
And I can't even ask for help if you have a heavy load.
Have you heard of it?
My body was about to lose its balance and fall, so I was gently pushed from behind.
The man who had grabbed me and set me up straight quickly picked up the luggage next to me and escorted me inside the bus.
And the man sitting in the seat behind me says:
"Hey... are you okay?"
"Ah.. yes, thank you."
As soon as he sat down behind me, the floral scent I'd smelled earlier tickled me again. It seemed as if he was the owner of the scent.
"....."
"....."
It seemed like there was silence for a while,
After a while, the man sitting behind me spoke again.
Walk over.
"Really... are you okay?"
I wondered why he kept speaking informally to me, but I decided to just let it go since I was grateful for something.
"Yes, it's okay."
"thank god"
......And then the silence continued again.
I think there's a man sitting behind me
I felt like every action was awkward for no reason.
Suddenly... why aren't you saying anything...
At the same time, what is the man behind you doing?
I was a little curious. A strange tingling sensation appeared on the back of my head, so I glanced back.
The man had his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.
He looks young, but he has a secretly strong side.
I found myself quietly watching the man sleep without realizing it. With his stern features, his face looked like someone might mistake him for a foreigner. But then,
"It's difficult if you keep looking at me like that."
From the mouth of a man I thought was sleeping,
"By the way, I helped you... Is there anything you need?"
An unexpected question popped up.
"What, what is it!! And I'm grateful, I'm grateful,
Why do you keep speaking informally to me when we first meet?
I was so flustered that my words came out indiscriminately.
"Hmm... So does that mean... if we meet often, we can talk freely..?"
"Well... think whatever you want."
"yes..!"
With that short, blunt answer, the man closed his eyes again. A sigh of absurdity escaped me, awestruck by his confidence. But at the same time, I couldn't help but wonder if someone could be so carefree and cheerful.
I started to think that he was a person with a strange charm.
Jiying-
"Oh, that's surprising.."
The cell phone I was holding in my hand vibrated,
I checked the caller's name on the screen.
lIncoming call
l Monthly study guide010-XXXX-9328
"hello."
-Where are you? Are you late?
[Monthly Study Guide]
"I'm on my way."
-Can you come quickly?
Just like my study materials are falling behind every month, my salary is falling behind
My employer.
-Everyone is here and waiting.
"Ha.. There are still 20 minutes left until filming time?"
So, the shopping mall I'm currently heading to
It was a call from the president.