For the next week and a half, L. Joe desperately searched for a job. But no one seemed to be hiring at the moment.
He walked down the nightlife of one street in Hongdae. Everyone was enjoying their Friday night but him. He searched for any ‘NOW HIRING’ signs but there were none.
L. Joe sighed, ready to give up. Out of nowhere, a nightclub waiter grabbed him, “Hey-“
L. Joe pulled away, “Not interested in clubbing.” He walked away.
“I wanted to offer you a job!” The waiter called.
L. Joe stopped and turned around, “A…job?”
The waiter grinned and nodded, “We have a job in our club that would be perfect for you.”
L. Joe followed him inside. He stopped and looked at the sign.
L. Joe raised an eyebrow *Interesting name for a nightclub.* He entered the place and looked around. It was filled with people. Women and men were busy dancing, drinking, and flirting. “This way.” The waiter waved him down a path between private karaoke rooms. *What kind of job is this anyways?* L. Joe started to grow suspicious.
The waiter knocked on the door at the very end. “Come in.” A deep voice said.
The waiter opened the door and bowed 90 degrees. “Sir, I found a new flower companion.”
“Flower companion?” L. Joe furrowed his eyebrows.
“Bring him in.” The deep voice said.
The waiter encouragingly nodded. L. Joe paused then stepped inside
. In the karaoke room was a man in his late 30’s. He had slick black hair and intimidating eyes. The man examined him up and down. “How old are you?”
“19.” L. Joe replied.
“You in school?” The man asked. L. Joe shook his head.
“You have a girlfriend?” The man asked again. L. Joe paused. The man pinched his eyebrows together, “Why aren’t you answering? You have a girlfriend?” *I have a girl I love…* L. Joe slowly shook his head.
The man smirked, “You’re hired. Sanghyun, give him the directions and he can start coming out tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir.” The waiter bowed and led L. Joe out of the room. “What job am I doing? Why did he ask me all those stupid, irrelevant questions?” He questioned. “Those are perfectly relevant questions.” The waiter led him upstairs to another room. He opened a drawer and pulled out a wallet, keys, and cell phone. He tossed them at L. Joe. L. Joe caught them and blinked at him.
The waiter instructed, “These are for you. Be here by 6 p.m. tomorrow. That’s when our VIP customers will search for you.”
“You still haven’t told me what I’m going to do. And what the hell is all this for?” L. Joe snarled.
“I hope you know how to drive.” The waiter winked and headed to the door. He turned around and grinned, “Honestly, you should thank me for this job. It pays pretty damn well. I’d grab the chance if I was you. Too bad I’m not a ‘flower boy’ like you are.” The waiter left, leaving L. Joe more puzzled more than ever *What the hell is going on?*
L. Joe hopped out of the bus and headed home with a sigh. He put his hands in his pockets and felt the new wallet, keys, and phone. *I don’t understand what’s going on. Whatever. At least I got a job.* L. Joe arrived at home. He opened the door and saw you lying on the ground on your stomach. You were munching on chips while doing your history homework.
You looked up and your eyes rounded, “Oppa!” You sat up, “You’re home!”
“Did you eat?” L. Joe asked.
“I did. I left some for you.” You got up and headed to the kitchen. You heated up the stew and took out some rice. You put them on the small table and took that to the room.
L. Joe sat down and began to eat. You rested your elbows on the table and gazed at him. “Wae?” He asked.
“Where were you, oppa?” You asked. “Work, where else?” L. Joe fibbed.
“I went to Family Mart and you weren’t there. And you know what the manager told me? He said you had stopped working there two weeks ago.” You said. L. Joe stopped eating and stared at you *Shit. Good thing I got a job today.*
You softly gazed at him, “Why didn’t you tell me anything? I’m a big girl. I could understand. I could’ve helped you. Why do you always make me feel guilty?”
“You don’t have to feel that way anymore because I got a new job. A better job.” L. Joe exaggerated.
You straightened up with wide eyes, “Really?!” L. Joe nodded, “So you don’t have to worry about me.”
You sighed in relief then asked, “What job is it?”
*I don’t know myself.* But he answered, “Waiter.”
“Waiter? At a restaurant?” You blinked.
“More…like a bar.” L. Joe carefully said.
“Oh. Hmm. The hours aren’t too long, right?” You frowned in concern.
“I don’t think so.” He said.
“Good.” You smiled. “Don’t worry, oppa. I’ll graduate high school soon and make tons of money for you!”
L. Joe knocked your head with his spoon. “OW!” You squealed.
“Don’t say stupid things and focus on school.” He said with a slight smile.
“Araso.” You pouted.
L. Joe began to eat again. *I don’t know what kind of job it is but I need it. It’ll make things better for both of us.*
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