Friday. 06.30 a.m.

1 missed call. Mom♡

Jiyoo, as soon as she wakes up, walks lazily through the darkness of her small apartment room. With eyes still not fully open, she goes to the bathroom to do her morning pee routine.

When she is done relieve herself, she let the cold water from the sink faucet touches her face abruptly. After several times rubbing her eyes, she looks at the mirror and soon feel irritated by her bare face where she can see a small red dots in between her two brows.

“I have an interview, do you really need to appear just now?” she mumbles to absolutely no one. She tries to rub the pimple to feel the bump and sighs when realizes it isn’t ripe yet and she can’t just squeeze it.

She stops to worry about it when she hears her ringtone on the background. She roams back to her bed to grab the phone and answers immediately when she sees the caller’s ID.

“Yes, Mom. I’m already up,” she greets hurriedly as if she knows what her mom is going to ask.

“Um, I don’t know, maybe 9 a.m sharp,” she continues shortly.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll have my breakfast on my way there and no dairy products because it upsets my stomach in the morning,”

After few hums and Yes-es, she hangs up with little ‘Muah’ in the end of her words.

She groans, “Ugh, interview,” and lies back on her bed. Her fingers scrolls on her phone screen. A little time to update her knowledge of nowadays world. One news caught her attention but she couldn’t care less because it’s time to get ready and she promised her mom to be right in the place at 9 a.m. sharp.

She left her phone light up on the bed. The screen still showing the newly post news :

Alert! Unknown calls terrorizing the city