Ji Sung

Ji Sung was on his small mattress on the floor. Sunday was the day he both loved and hated the most. He got to rest, but the next day he'd have to go back to living like a normal person. On his days off, Ji Sung spent his time laughing at and mocking older women who responded to hateful comments with videos showcasing their humble work. He mocked them because he found it pathetic that people resorted to such tactics to defend themselves, as if it somehow lessened the hate or the devaluation of their work.
It was 2 AM when Ji Sung let out a tired yawn and liked the latest video of this guy that appeared on his fyp daily, before going to sleep with that usual seriousness he always had.
The next day, Ji Sung got up and prepared to buy some things for the pantry.
At that time of day there were several pastry shops and bakeries selling freshly baked bread, filling the alleys and streets of the avenue to the convenience store with an interesting smell.
For a moment, Ji Sung was intrigued by the smell and followed it to a small bakery that seemed to be hiring a chef... Finding himself unemployed, he inquired about the position and was hired weeks later.
One day, already at work, the young man put on an apron and began cooking lunch and some desserts; it's no surprise that he was a beginner, but despite his inexperience, Ji Sung knew how to hold his own. That afternoon, during his break, he was looking at his phone and its notifications when he saw one in particular that made his blood boil: "Your food tastes like shit."
Ji Sung was a very short-tempered person, so he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass him by. Without thinking twice, he immediately pressed the video recording button. His freshly made desserts were on a tray in front of him; he was going to prove that his work was the best of all... What was he thinking?

He is very difficult to convince when he has a persistent idea, but if he is wrong he accepts it, albeit reluctantly. He is very mocking, but only internally, since his expression is always poker-faced.