Filled with the thoughts of unluckiness, all her life she's believed she has no fortune. Stuck with those thoughts and an unfinished past, she's sucked into centuries before- given the chance to rewrite a doomed fate. With a few princes and some swo...
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"A jewel box with a star called you inside is overflowing in my heart..." -TXT, 'Wishlist'
"Youra, good morning." Eunwoo greets, setting down his things in the cubicle next to me. "I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up last night, how was the bus?"
"It was fine," I lie, smiling over at him. "Don't worry, it's not your fault."
It sucks to lie to Eunwoo, but I don't want him to feel bad. He's talking to the girl of bad fortune; who knows, maybe his car broke down because I called him. It's exactly this reason that even the other co-workers don't hang out with me. Youra, you're quite the case, indeed. Fortune is not one to meddle with; you could hit it in the guts and cut it with the tip of your sword, but you're exaggerating when you say it'll perish- for it will just get back up again and break you right back.
"Did the towing go well?" I say awkwardly, feeling such immense pity and guilt. Eunwoo seems to hesitate- chuckling a little bit before scratching his nape.
"It went well," He smiles sweetly, his aura sparkling against his personality. He was indeed a man you'll never forget. He beckons to the peeking check, giggling lightly. "Thanks for asking."
"Mhm! Well, if you need anything, just tap my shoulder." I respond, turning away to walk back to my desk. I can hear his soft mumbling from the narrow distance, but can't make out the imperceptible sound. Shrugging it off my weighed shoulders, I sit in the gray office chair, hesitating my next moves. I haven't been given a project to work on yet- and the development team is only lacking behind. What to ask? What to say? What to do?
"Why are you just sitting there, Youra?" Someone voices out behind me, causing me to spin in my chair, stepping right down on the hard carpet as I see my team manager, Ms. Seung. Her bangs hang low against her cat eyes, narrowing at me as they sneer. Pushing up her round owl-glasses, she scowls. "Don't you have a project to work on?"
"I apologize, Ms. Seung, but I'm afraid I don't," I respond, holding onto my cotton trenchcoat as if I was floating away. "Would you like me to work on anything?"
"Something," She sighs out frustratingly- and I suddenly realize the distance between us; she's ten feet away from me, beige heels tight against her feet as she crosses her arms disapprovingly. I can't believe that even my team manager knows vaguely about my unluckiness, and takes it somewhat harsher than the team. "How about you take the research development project coming up? But I do beg, love, do not mess anything up."
I smile rather awkwardly, nodding as she throws me the huge report directed from the design team. "Get to work, everyone," Ms. Seung yells before pausing, looking at me with a tight (and judgemental) stare, turning back around, and sitting down in front of her huge desk. I sigh softly, turning back around and opening up the largest report I've been given within my 2 years of working.
The project is awfully childish, and I'm starting to think I've been given this as a joke. Working 6 to 8 every night is not the best thing I've achieved- well, have I ever achieved anything worth fortunate? Anyways, enough of the stupid negativity. With these reports, I'm surely stuck here later than 8 tonight. Stuck in a trance, I'm staring deeply at one word in the report-
