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my-log: hotel guests

I KIND OF GET SAD when I wake up to an empty apartment. It's probably the biggest thing I hate when Geun is in the hospital, when I start my morning off by turning to an empty futon and unconsciously say "Good morning, G."

Our apartment is pretty small, but definitely better than what I deserve. It's a studio apartment, with the living room and kitchen attached, and two doors leading to a bathroom and a closet. We sleep in the living room on futons, and watch TV on our tiny sofa, and eat dinner at the coffee table.

Geun likes to call our mouse of a house a "multi-purpose luxury", because we do literally everything in one room.

I start with a shower. Then, I fix myself a quick breakfast. I pull a white blouse over my head, buttoning it all the way up to the collar. Slip on a black skin-tight skirt. I throw on some jewelry—cover my fingers in silver rings, a few necklaces, and dangling earrings—I love jewelry.

My hair is short, to my shoulder blades, and I just recently dyed it black with white strands. I did it because Geun's favorite animal is a skunk, so I thought looking like one would cheer him up after being told he had to live in the hospital for 2 more months for closer examinations. I do anything to make sure he's happy, seeing him smile is truly heartwarming.

I did some light makeup, only because if I put on too much, my mask will wipe it all off anyway so I don't see a point. I put on my large cat-eye glasses and fix my thin bangs.

I also took a quick selfie of my makeup and posted it to my account. I only ever post photos of my eyeshadow or makeup looks, or my outfits because I found pride in my talent for fashion.

Walking out of the bathroom, I stare at the fire alarm. i wait to see if the light flashes, and when it does, I feel safe knowing that means it's working. Then, I head out for work.

I look down at my watch. 6 a.m. I hate morning shifts.

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"Ahhh our favorite goth is here!!!" One of the receptionist, Junsu, teases me across the counter as I enter the double doors of the five star hotel we work at.

He calls me "goth" because I always come in with jewelry, my skunk colored hair, and a faint smokey eyeshadow look...Like, it's faint, barely noticeable, but he still thinks I look emo with black shadow on my waterline.

"For the last time—...Alright." I give up as I enter behind the desk, him laughing as he stands up from his chair. "Where's Ji-woo?"

"Bathroom. Anyway, now that you're here, I'm out!!" He gives a salute with his fingers, grabbing his backpack. "Imma clock out and hit the hay at home!"

"Sounds like you had a busy night." I say in an obviously sarcastic tone. I envy people who were scheduled to work the night shift. Hardly any customers would come in, so you could take a nap or watch Netflix the entire time with no interruptions.