𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫 : 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫
[ Kang Yo-han x Female OC ]
In a dystopian version of South Korea, the government plans out a trial judge live show where all citizens are eligible to parti...
I hate this economy and abysmal job market. Why are the only choices is to either work multiple minimum wage jobs or to create your own company, if you're in the performing arts, so you can make your own job and not be job hunting 24/7?
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ABOUT 10 YEARS AGO SEOUL HOSPITAL
"In the fire that claimed my brothers life, I understood how they scrambled to save themselves. They were just humans acting like one, after all. It's typical of man. But there was something that really surprised me. Those very bastards came to the hospital."
Just over 10 years ago, Kang Yo-han and Kang Elijah managed to survive the tragedy of the cathedral fire and were now recovering in Seoul hospital. Yo-han was staring out of the giant window in his room, deep in thought, and thinking over the horror he and his niece just experienced days ago. He didn't want to be bothered. By anyone or anything but for some reason the universe wouldn't allow him a moment of rest.
"I honestly could have saved your brother and his family, but those flames were just... Anyway, how did you make it out of that living hell?" Jung-se, the recently turned actor to president of the country, asked Yo-han. "Honestly, it's simply amazing."
"Yes, I thought I was going to be swallowed up by those flames." Du-man, some president of a media company or broadcast thing, spoke up.
"The heavens helped us." Yong-sik, a chairman or ceo of some other company Yo-han couldn't be bothered to remember at the moment, added on.
Cha Gyeong-hui let out a sudden sigh as if she were the one in great turmoil. Yo-han had very quickly decided that he hated her the most out of everyone in his room right now. She was the reason why his niece may never be able to walk again and she didn't even remember or cared.
"As for me, all I could think about then was my one and only son and how I'd never offered him warm words of affection." She said while sounding like she was on the verge of tears. She then looked over at Yo-han and any care she had for her supposed son was gone. "I'm sorry about your brother, but he will live on in our hearts. Which is why we should continue on with his wishes. Your brother's wealth that he donated—"
"I'm sorry to disturb you all but there are a multitude of very stubborn reporters outside who would like to ask you all about the cathedral fire. Your staff are trying to get them to leave but they refuse to go without a quote." A nurse suddenly entered the room with one of those mobile tables that had a ton of drawers and sounded genuinely apologetic to the room of imposing figures.
Yo-han watched as annoyance but also greed flash through the eyes of influential figures at the idea that the news were still hounding them for their story here. He silently watched as they all left his room, gave him poor attempts at apologies and promised that they'd be back, until eventually it was just him and the nurse who had a face mask and cap on. The nurse let out a sigh of relief once they were all gone and that's when she took off her face mask and scrub cap to reveal a head of dark brown hair that reached to the middle of her back. Yo-han stared at her as he got the feeling that he knew her from somewhere while she threw the items into a drawer and then brought out a bouquet of flowers and a bunch of identical plastic containers from another drawer.
