“Dara-yah! Where did you put my belt?”

“Bring this shirt. I might need this later.”

“Feed Gaho. It’s past noon. Aisht!”

“How many times did I tell you to separate my clothes according to their colors?”

“Why are you so slow? Can you pls. stop acting like a snail and move faster?”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” I screamed and all the clothes and stuffs I was carrying flew on different directions.

“I am so ing tired! How can I walk fast carrying all these things? I am not Incredible Hulk or The Thing to bring all of your stuffs using one hand and walk faster as you wish. Also, you’ve been ordering me to do this and that. May I remind you, Mr. Kwon Jiyong, that I am an intern in your company and not your personal assistant!” I complained exasperatedly pointing my finger on his face.

The moment the plane landed and my foot stepped in Korea, I was beyond happy. I imagined lovely things when I learned that I’ll have my training in YG Entertainment. Duh? YG Entertainment y’all! But… things have turned out to be different from what I have expected. I am bound to serve G-dragon, the leader of Bigbang, and I know his fans will do anything just to be in my position.

Heck, it’s NOT EASY. Being with the mighty and conceited Kwon Jiyong makes me low of a person. Can you imagine guys; I’m also serving his dog. How come I was not informed that I’ll be a domestic helper? If I can remember, I am here as an intern to utilize my skills and knowledge.

I’m so done with all his commands. I cannot even use the communication theories or cinema studies that I’ve learned in cooking his breakfast, ironing his clothes, fixing his schedules, etc. And now, he already pushed my limit. There is no turning back in quitting.

“I quit.” I said crossing my arms, fixing my gaze on his eyes. 

“Ha-ha.” Jiyong laughed while clapping his hands making me more irritated. WTH! He really knows what to do to piss the hell out of me.

He cleared his throat and said, “Okay. You can pack your things now and go.”

“Just don’t forget that I’ll be the one grading your performance.” He smirked and walked away.

Oh crap! Well, I think I can still survive the next 2 months.