Harmony.. Is where you find it. And if it should be in an orange--well, there you go.

My name's Jung Jun-A. I'm still at the young age of 19. 

If I don't hurry, I'm going to be late for work. I put on my elegant earrings, wore my dark red branded high heels. And in a neat, clean, nicely ironed business suit, I headed for work. I reached a tall building, at first glance, you will immediately know that it's a highly paid job. It's just all so high-class. And that's where I work. I'm proud of my work, being a comic translator.

"I like it. Let's shake on it!" The client said approvingly.

"Thank you!" I replied and shook his hand.

My boss was in the background, obviously proud of me. "I'm so proud of you," was his obvious thoughts.

I'm a good worker, if I might say so myself.Nothing really special, though.

"Right, now, that's done. Let's see the--," I mumbled. "Eep! Is that the time?!" I yelped as I noticed the time. 3.30am.

Looks like I was late anyway. Late going back home. Thank goodness my boyfriend's willing to give me lift. 

I waited downstairs at the pavement and I saw two specks of light coming closer and closer. Soon, the car was at the sidewalk. The window scrolled down, and big, beautiful, soulful eyes greeted me. His dark hair was particularly styled tonight. 

"Hey, Jun." He gave me a smile. "Get on."

"Love ya, Minho~" I grinned and got on the car.

Or at least, that's how I thought things would turn out.

What actually happened was that when I reached the company building, I found out my company went bankrupt.

I went home, dejected. 

And found a pile of credit card bills to pay off. 

And boyfriend? Pul-lease. There's no way that such a perfect guy exists. I spend every occasion at my parent's house, not with 'my boyfriend'. 

And now I've got nothing else better to do, apart from surfing the net.

"Funny cat pictures, meta jokes.. Nope nothing interesting." I mumbled as I clicked website by website. Then something caught my sight.

"Hmm?"

"Romance cells can die off in chronically single people, like comic translators," the headline of a website said.

"NOOOOOOOO! IT CANNOT BE." I cried out and tumbled onto the floor. As I lay on the floor, crying, my stomach grumbled.

Damn you, stomach. What a time to make me fatter.

....

Might as well eat. Not like I have any hope with love anyway. I wonder if I still have those oranges? I thought as I headed towards to the fridge.

I know it sounds weird, but whenever I'm depressed, having a little orange has never failed to cheer me up.

"Yeah, something sweet definitely sounds good." I mumbled as I opened the fridge.

"Ah. There they are." I put the oranges on the cooking area and started to peel the orange.

Heh. I've just started peeling the orange, and I'm feeling better already. Now, to slice the orange peel. There's a proper name for it, what was it again? Oh yes--orange rind. Finally, boil the rinds and some sugar for 30 minutes.

As I stirred the pot of orange rinds, the sweet smell of it wafted out. Ah.. I can't wait to eat it. Some time later, I was on the table, enjoying the orange rind spread and drinking milk. 

THE NEXT DAY

"LOOK OUT WORLD!" I shouted as I headed out of the door. "First things first! I need a PART-TIME JOB."

I went to many places. 

"Sorry, you're too young."

"Sorry, you don't look elegant enough."

After a whole day of searching, that's what they all tell me. Haiz.

Am I really too young to get a job? I was walking home when I saw a Help Wanted notice.

Bookstore part-timer wanted.

Female preferred.

I was elated and went it. I opened the door and heard a ding. "Excuse me,  I saw the sign outside, and couldn't help wondering.."

"Hm.. Let's see now.." The bookstore owner, taller than me(I'm much shorter than the average person) checked me out. "Bit on the young side, but you'll do. You'll start work tomorrow."

OH GREAT. Now I'm stuck working for a ert. I swear, if I didn't need a job so bad.. You're testing me, aren't you, God?

ARGH.

The moment I reached home and plopped myself on the couch, the phone rang. Who is it? Ugh. I picked it up. 

"Yeobosayo?"

"JUN! GREAT TO SEE YOU THERE! I'M COMING OVER IN A BIT, WILL THAT BE OKAY? HA, WHO AM I KIDDING? SURE IT WILL! SEE YOU SOON!"

@toooot@ @toooot@

"Lee.. Lee, you still there?" I stuttered.

Lee Su-Jin, 19. Undoubtedly coming over to talk about her boyfriend. This.. is bad.

I was preparing to make a getaway when the door suddenly opened and she came spazzing towards me.

"I absolutely HAVE to tell you about my new boyfriend! I think he might actually be THE ONE this time!"

I knew it.

"And this guy is the what,15th one? Same ol, same ol."

"THIS GUY'S DIFFERENT." She retorted. "Quick! Ask me about him!"

"You want coffee?"

"Nope! Quick! Ask!"

I sighed. "How is he?"

"Well.. he's 3 years older than either of us.." She said as we made our way to the couch. "He's got his own car, his own business, he keeps up with the latest brands.."

"Sounds pretty loaded."

"Well duh. At our age, a guy can't just be cute, he has to have money too!"

"Good point."

"So.. IS he cute?"

"Oh, you could definitely say so! He's got this exotic look. Earrings, y lips... MMM!"

"Tall?"

"Nah. Not really. But definitely taller than you."

"Rich and good-looking, is that what you're saying?" I started to sound sour. It's hard to not be jealous.

"And nice too!" She continued. "He's so confident, so chivalrous, so generous, he's perfect!"

A content look appeared on her face. "He's definitely the one. I can feel it."

"Oh.." I hoped I could have that look on my face in the future. "So he's number 15 then?" I smirked.

"You're a MEANIE, JUN!" A sinister smile came on her face. "Enough about me, have YOU met anyone special?"

That was a cheap shot. "IF IT'S A FIGHT YOU WANT, IT'S A FIGHT YOU'LL GET!" I yelled and threw oranges at her.

"OKAY, OKAY! I'M SORRY." She glanced at the clock. 10.30pm. "Omo. Is that the time? Sorry, but I have to go back." She said as she got up. "I promised him I'd be back by midnight."

"Yeah, whatever , just leave already." 

She waved bye at me and left. 

I sighed.

A FEW MINUTES LATER

ORANGE. ORANGE. ORANGE. GIMME ORANGE. I NEED ORANGE.

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Finally. A chapter. Well, this is juz a first part. I guess it's not exactly a one-shot anymore? o.O

 ~Aimeki o^o