Han Jisung |[•]

It was past six in the morning, and the alarm clock Han had set the previous evening rang loudly, causing a boy named Han Jisung to jump out of bed. Startled by the alarm's loud screech, Jisung woke instantly, his eyes utterly drowsy. He slammed his broad, rough palm onto the desk clock's switch, turning off the annoying ringing. Han rubbed his eyes, regaining his ability to see clearly after sleep, and then with a heavy sigh, he rose from the bed, stepping barefoot onto the soft, gray carpet at the foot of the bed. He checked the time again and slowly made his way to the bathroom. The door closed behind the guy, and he walked in one step to the wide mirror above the sink. He wasn't very pleased with the picture he saw in the mirror—tousled hair, slightly dark circles under his eyes, and a growing stubble on his cheeks. He grimaced, noting that today was the day he needed to tidy himself up, because today would decide his future.

After a while, Jisung looked at his reflection again and smiled contentedly, seeing a much better picture in the mirror. His curly hair was styled and parted neatly in the middle, and his makeup was refreshingly light, highlighting his graceful features and eliminating any redness. He was now wearing a black tuxedo, a couple of sizes too big, with straight, slightly loose-fitting trousers held in place by a black belt and a dark gray turtleneck. He looked stunning.

A quick bite to eat and a leisurely drive to the tall office building with the huge letters "Lee Architect Company" emblazoned on it. The interview would begin in ten minutes, he arrived on time, and even allowed himself a brief tour of the vast main lobby, which also served as a waiting room. A pretty girl led him to the management's office on the 25th floor. The door was marked in bold letters: "Lee Minho. Company President." —Come in. The velvety, low voice of the boss was heard, and Jisung walked inside, confidently, boldly.