Lost

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Sanghyuk's POV

Hongbin waits on the other side of my door. He offered to take me to buy some clothes and help me find a job.

I put on my grey hoodie and ripped jeans. They weren't ripped when I bought them.

I open the door and we put our shoes on before getting into Hakyeon's car. Hongbin can drive. I didn't know that.

We arrive at the shopping centre and head to a men's clothes store. "What size are you?" Hongbin asks me.

"I'm not sure" I admit and he turns me around. He pulls the back of my hoodie to reveal the tag. He reads the size and lets go.

He grabs a few shirts off the rack and two pairs of pants. He then chucks them at me. "Try these on."

I take them and head into the change rooms. They all fit me perfectly and they are so comfortable.

We go to the checkout and I freeze when the girl says, "$120 please." I can't afford that. If I pay for these then I won't be able to pay the rent.

I go to apologise to her when Hongbin swipes his card. "What are you doing?" I ask him in shock. "Paying." He says simply.

I grab the bags and walk out of the store with him.

"Thank you. You didn't have to do that" I tell him. "It's fine. Now to find you a job. Is there anything you have in mind?"

I've only ever had one job and that was delivering newspapers. I've never had a serious job with a proper pay before.

"Are you good with people?" He suggests, noticing my lack of experience.

"I could be. I am good at maths" I inform him. In high school I always topped the class in mathematics. I never particularly liked the subject but I was good at it.

"Give me a second" he pulls out his phone and dials a number. "Taekwoon" he says.

"Is there a job available at your place?"

Is he trying to get me hired wherever Taekwoon works? That guy is very intimidating. He has a very stern look on his face and he seems to rarely speak.

"Okay. We shall see you soon" Hongbin grins as he hangs up.

"Taekwoon works at a place that sells CDs and DVDs. He stocks the shelves and mans the cash register if no ones around. There is a position available. You will basically do the same thing, except you would be at the register more then you would be stocking shelves" he explains.

That sounds pretty easy. "The pay is pretty good" he adds.

"Are we going there now?" I ask and he nods. "Lets go."

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We arrive at the store. It's only 5 minutes away from the house. It's a decent sized place.

There are rows upon rows filled with CDs and DVDs of all sorts. There are posters of different bands on the walls. There are also posters from different movies and dramas.

Taekwoon stands at the register and hands a customer their bag of purchases.

The customer walks away and Taekwoon sees us. He walks over to us. He wears a black shirt with a small logo on the left pectoral.

It's a fancy D. Beneath it, it says Dynamite. On his right pectoral he has a badge that reads, Taekwoon.

"Have you done anything like this before?" He asks me. I shake my head. "There is a shirt out the back near my bag. Put it on. I'll go write your badge" he instructs me.