Contracts, Pt. 5
Title: Contracts
Summary: Chanmi was happy with her life, until her boss threw a wrench in it: Lee SungMin. JungShin came along for the ride.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true.
On her way home from work, too angry to read her book, she had an epiphany. Chanmi deliberately reached into her purse and pulled out the blackberry. She paused a moment, then dialed Soomi, her fingers stabbing the keys.
"Hello?"
"Hi, unni, it's me," Chanmi said.
"Where are you calling from? Aren't you on your way home?"
"I am. This is my blackberry."
"Your blackberry?" Soomi repeated, confused. "But you said you wouldn't use it for personal stuff."
"Yeah, about that," Chanmi said. "I'll explain when I get home. By any chance, are you up for going to that Techno club tonight?"
"That bad? You don't like that place. Yeah, probably, but I want the story first."
"When I get home," Chanmi promised. "See you then." She hung up and put the blackberry away again. The conversation hadn't made her feel any better, either.
She grabbed a couple of fish sticks from the vendor at her bus stop and walked home munching them.
Soomi waited with wine at the table when Chanmi came out of her room in jeans and her Cocoa Otoko t-shirt. Chanmi sat down and gulped down a good third of her wine.
"Tell me what happened before you get so smashed you can't," Soomi said, moving the bottle away from her.
"Oh, I have a new boyfriend. I have a contract and everything." Chanmi gulped at her wine again. Maybe they wouldn't go out. This would do.
Soomi stared at her. "A... contract?"
"Oh, yes. I don't even know why he needs help getting a girlfriend, but now Aces are modeling for my boss."
Soomi blinked, looking much like Chanmi had felt that afternoon. "They're what?"
"Yeah." Chanmi finished off her wine and reached for the bottle to refill it.
"How did he manage that?"
"He offered them something they needed," Chanmi said, her hand shaking as she poured more wine. "Me." She gulped some of it down.
"You?" Soomi repeated.
"Me. I get to play girlfriend to this idiot guitarist so HeeChul can have his new line modeled by his group. Can I borrow your computer again?" Her words were beginning to slur. Yep. Not going out tonight.
Soomi took the wine bottle off the table and set it on the floor next to her. "Your resume?"
"In six months I'm outta there. Maybe less, if that idiot guitarist actually makes a pass at me. I might find something I can live with by the time I give my notice."
Soomi leaned back. "Yes, you can borrow it. I think that's probably a good idea. You realize even if we go tonight, you'll be too drunk to get anything at the bar."
Chanmi took a sip of her wine this time. "I think I'd rather stay home and finish this off." She gestured at the non-existent bottle.
Soomi stood up and took the glass from her hand. "Dinner first. Then we'll figure out what we're going to do, but I suspect you'll want to sleep."
Chanmi almost protested, then sighed. "Okay."
Soomi picked up the bottle and put it away. "When's your first date?"
Chanmi glared at her, then sighed and fished her blackberry out of her jeans pocket. "Thursday. Oh, look, he's even added a dress code," she said bitterly. "Nice."
"Here. Drink this," Soomi said, plopping a cup of milk down in front of her.
"Actually," Chanmi said, softening, "that was nice of him. He's not to blame for this. He's trying to help me out, which is more than I can say about even my boss." She sipped the milk and made a face.
"Who?" Soomi asked, looking over the fridge door. "Drink it all."
"L," Chanmi said, and drank it down in one gulp, making a face as she finished it. "He's the manager's assistant."
In the middle of chopping vegetables, Soomi stopped, knife raised. "You're using your blackberry for personal stuff because of what HeeChul did," she said.
"Yep!" Maybe that was a bit too enthusiastic. "And I will keep using it. I figure it's only fair."
"Make him regret it?" Soomi asked, chopping again.
"I doubt I can do that, but I'll make it cost as much as I can."
Soomi laughed.
Summary: Chanmi was happy with her life, until her boss threw a wrench in it: Lee SungMin. JungShin came along for the ride.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true.
On her way home from work, too angry to read her book, she had an epiphany. Chanmi deliberately reached into her purse and pulled out the blackberry. She paused a moment, then dialed Soomi, her fingers stabbing the keys.
"Hello?"
"Hi, unni, it's me," Chanmi said.
"Where are you calling from? Aren't you on your way home?"
"I am. This is my blackberry."
"Your blackberry?" Soomi repeated, confused. "But you said you wouldn't use it for personal stuff."
"Yeah, about that," Chanmi said. "I'll explain when I get home. By any chance, are you up for going to that Techno club tonight?"
"That bad? You don't like that place. Yeah, probably, but I want the story first."
"When I get home," Chanmi promised. "See you then." She hung up and put the blackberry away again. The conversation hadn't made her feel any better, either.
She grabbed a couple of fish sticks from the vendor at her bus stop and walked home munching them.
Soomi waited with wine at the table when Chanmi came out of her room in jeans and her Cocoa Otoko t-shirt. Chanmi sat down and gulped down a good third of her wine.
"Tell me what happened before you get so smashed you can't," Soomi said, moving the bottle away from her.
"Oh, I have a new boyfriend. I have a contract and everything." Chanmi gulped at her wine again. Maybe they wouldn't go out. This would do.
Soomi stared at her. "A... contract?"
"Oh, yes. I don't even know why he needs help getting a girlfriend, but now Aces are modeling for my boss."
Soomi blinked, looking much like Chanmi had felt that afternoon. "They're what?"
"Yeah." Chanmi finished off her wine and reached for the bottle to refill it.
"How did he manage that?"
"He offered them something they needed," Chanmi said, her hand shaking as she poured more wine. "Me." She gulped some of it down.
"You?" Soomi repeated.
"Me. I get to play girlfriend to this idiot guitarist so HeeChul can have his new line modeled by his group. Can I borrow your computer again?" Her words were beginning to slur. Yep. Not going out tonight.
Soomi took the wine bottle off the table and set it on the floor next to her. "Your resume?"
"In six months I'm outta there. Maybe less, if that idiot guitarist actually makes a pass at me. I might find something I can live with by the time I give my notice."
Soomi leaned back. "Yes, you can borrow it. I think that's probably a good idea. You realize even if we go tonight, you'll be too drunk to get anything at the bar."
Chanmi took a sip of her wine this time. "I think I'd rather stay home and finish this off." She gestured at the non-existent bottle.
Soomi stood up and took the glass from her hand. "Dinner first. Then we'll figure out what we're going to do, but I suspect you'll want to sleep."
Chanmi almost protested, then sighed. "Okay."
Soomi picked up the bottle and put it away. "When's your first date?"
Chanmi glared at her, then sighed and fished her blackberry out of her jeans pocket. "Thursday. Oh, look, he's even added a dress code," she said bitterly. "Nice."
"Here. Drink this," Soomi said, plopping a cup of milk down in front of her.
"Actually," Chanmi said, softening, "that was nice of him. He's not to blame for this. He's trying to help me out, which is more than I can say about even my boss." She sipped the milk and made a face.
"Who?" Soomi asked, looking over the fridge door. "Drink it all."
"L," Chanmi said, and drank it down in one gulp, making a face as she finished it. "He's the manager's assistant."
In the middle of chopping vegetables, Soomi stopped, knife raised. "You're using your blackberry for personal stuff because of what HeeChul did," she said.
"Yep!" Maybe that was a bit too enthusiastic. "And I will keep using it. I figure it's only fair."
"Make him regret it?" Soomi asked, chopping again.
"I doubt I can do that, but I'll make it cost as much as I can."
Soomi laughed.