"I think it's okay for us to start living."
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In a fanfiction universe full of cliches, absurd plot-proceedings, and a depressing number of death flags, Clarity is determined to do everything in her power t...
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"CEO Kim Seokjin, it's time to wake up," Clarity smiled politely.
No response.
She swept open the marron curtains with a swish and flipped on all the lights in his bedroom. The chandelier above them lit up, illuminating their space with a warm radiance of orange. Unfazed her actions, Seokjin pulled down his eye mask from the top of his head, turning to face the wall.
A vein popped as Clarity rubbed the side of her temples.
The round clock hung on the wall across from them, its unyielding transitions from one second to the next utterly ignored by the man as he buried himself under the blanket.
"It's only seven," he mumbled slowly under his breath, the raspiness of his voice still fresh from his slumber.
"Seven in the evening," Clarity said, tapping her foot impatiently. "You already postponed the shareholder conference this afternoon. You can't afford to also be absent for the business dinner tonight."
Seeing his unresponsive nature, Clarity had an urge to stomp the ground.
How could someone sleep for more than twelve hours without batting an eye?
A few weeks ago, she would have timidly accepted her destiny and hurried out. However, now was different. Getting to know the members for these past days, she had constantly tested their limits; in fact, she had long grown accustomed to Seokjin's wake-up tantrums. Like Jin in the real world, this Kim Seokjin too, held a facade of maturity that came from being the eldest. In reality, he was the most childish of all the characters.
Clarity wasn't about to allow herself to be controlled by some inaccurate character design.
"Yah, Kim Seokjin!" she screamed, her high-pitched voice yanking the man out of bed with a jolt. Dazed, he squinted at her through muddled eyes.
"Miss Secretary!" he yelled back with eyes that were still shut, like a child amidst a disadvantageous argument. "Is that any way to speak to your employer!"
"You're the one that told me to supervise you and make sure you don't slack off." She sighed.
"Well I lied. Let me slack off." Seokjin groaned, wrapping himself tightly with his blanket, his messy black haired sprawled comfortably over the pillow.
"You're really being like this? I could be reviewing the Auction day plans and profiles right now, but instead, I'm in a grown man's room, trying to get him out of bed at seven in the evening!"
"Then go review your notes! Stop bothering me."
Before she could give her rebuttals, the man had already held up a lazy wave, shooing her away. Eyes still closed, Seokjin messily rampaged through his bedside. It took him a few seconds to find his car keys, which he blindly tossed to Clarity.
