jin & joon. / namjin

ii.

i've always known i was born to rule the world.

i conquered my schoolㅡ
i conquered my homeㅡ
and i conquered every fucking penny-pinching ajhumma
at mahjong on sundays.

( that's right, bernice, i'm talking to you. )

so a little coffee shop on muji street is nothing.

"so seokjin,
can you help out the intern?"

considering how much bullshit
they put me through,
they should be grateful.

"will i get a raise?"
"no."
"goddammit."

( but as always, they aren't. )