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BTS-C (Being Their Secret "Chef")

Shinjun’s POV

Things weren’t going so great for me lately.

My stupid school finances are in trouble – yet again. Getting accepted to a prestigious culinary school with a one year scholarship was no easy accomplishment. However, hoping that I’ll “figure a way out when the time comes” to pay for the tuition for the years after has me sitting on my bed suffering a big fat cold coughing my lungs out, as if some creepy, suffocating disease was roaming free inside of my body.

When I wasn’t sleeping like some kind mutated, moronic baby, I was doing my best bussing tables at local restaurants and taking night shifts working at night food market stalls. Why? Money. Money. Money. Housing and tuition won’t pay itself.

But lately? Lately, I hardly did anything other than sleep anymore. That’s right, that’s all I was doing all day long – freaking sleeping. Because, hey, why wait for the next cold when you can just as easily snooze into a coma while waiting for it? Ahaha...How long has it been since I skipped work and classes? Seven days? Ten? I lost count.

Before when the sick sagas were less frequent I remembered getting a call from the school advisor. Something about me not going to reach the tuition fee deadline in time and I can’t risk another loan. Take a gap year and if things aren’t looking up consider withdrawing and reapplying. No doubt about it – in a very short amount of time, I would be all better again. Yes, I would. I was sure of that. I’d lose these nasty colds and get better. I had to be. Or else I was going to kick my dead booty.

But here I am, a blanket burrito, my health flaky as hell.

Still, I wasn’t worried about my health. Not at all. I’m still 20 years old. 20 years. I’ll be okay.

So instead of worrying every single day and night about it, I found myself worried over a sticky note on the fridge with a time and address written on it.

I didn’t just stare at it, I glared daggers at it. Because at the bottom of the text was three large handwritten dollar signs.

Cha-ching.

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Did I just discover I sleep walk and talk? Because what the heck I did I do??? @_@

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