The genie warped you to an isolated island, wherein you're stuck with four fine girls. When you want to go back home, something has happened stopping you from going back. There's another way, will you take it?
“Sorry, we can’t approve your two-day vacation leave.” The HR officer said, dropping a folder with my rejected leave application.
“Thanks…” I sighed. I looked around, but there was nothing to look at. Just a desk full of piled-up requests and reports.
What a life, I used to wish for a stable job after graduating, but not like this! It’s stable, so stable that it has never been reduced once.
I just want a decent vacation or a day off from work. But it seems impossible since these stocked-up works kept creeping up on me. In my home? Clients, bosses, and even my team manager kept calling me. Of course, I made mistakes as a person, but every mistake I make is like a million dollars lost for them.
Am I that important in the office? No.
Is my job important to me, so I kept working at this damn company? Yes. I graduated from a not-so-known university, knowing the requirements for a decent job like this here in Seoul, getting this job is a jackpot. And of course, the pay’s good, almost thrice as much as the other companies.
“Good job today.” Our team leader said. All of my co-workers stood up, but I remained seated.
“Finish it today.” He tapped my shoulder and left.
“Yes, sir,” I answered, as if I had another choice. The lights go off, except for the one at my workplace. Nice, another night of lonely overtime.
“I just want a vacation.” I sighed, then proceeded to finish what I had to finish before it finishes me off, so I had to finish it. Fuck, I’m so tired, that’s it.
Another three hour overtime when I get it done. This isn’t something new to me, but it’s something I wish to have a rest from doing. My arms plopped down as my feet kept walking. It’s already eight in the evening, and the streets of Seoul are just waking up. People walk on the streets in their fashionable outfits, some are already drunk, and some are even filming their cute dances.
“Good for them.” I’m envious of them. I want to have fun too.
“Sir, would you like to buy some antique stuff from our church? All money will be given to our partner foundations. Every single one is for only 5,000 won.” A young girl, who looks like she is four years old, asked me. Tugging the hem of my coat like I’m her dad, while her other hand gestures five.
“Sorry, I don’t want to.” Enough of these things, my mom stuffed my apartment with a variety of our heirlooms already. I don’t have any space for that.
“Just one, mister.” She insisted.
“O-okay.” I had to buy some if this cute girl kept tugging at my coat.
“I’ll get this one.” I picked a bronze cutlery set. Come to think of it, it looks new and unused, maybe I can resell it. Jackpot for 5,000 won.
“Okay, here.” I pulled 5,000 won from my pocket.
“30,000 won more.” She asked for more.
“Huh!? What? Wait, I thought it’s 5,000 won only?” I heard it correctly; there’s no way I heard it wrong.
“Yes, I said every single one. That’s a set, mister, seven pcs of spoons and pork. That's 35,000 won total.”
“It's a fork.”
“Yes, fork.” She explains, even pointing at the set that I picked.
“Wait, it’s not what I thought!” I complained. This kid is trying to scam me. I’ll never let her do that to me.
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I entered the passcode of my apartment, holding the set of cutlery that they forced me to buy. That kid scammed me! She cried like a baby, and it caught the attention of other adults who approached us and were concerned about what was happening.
“That kid!” I entered and closed the door behind me.
“What will I even do with this? I paid 35,000 won for this? I doubt I’ll get 35,000 won even if I sell this!” I stomped my feet on my way to my storage room.
I opened it, but I forgot something important. It’s already full.
“This shou- uoogghhh! Awwww! What the hell!” Various things flooded me, spilling out of the room the moment I opened it. It’s all because of this damn cutlery set.
“Uuoogh– shit.” When I tried to stand up, a weird-looking jar cut me. There’s even blood stuck to it.
“What the hell is this?” I picked it up and wiped it clean. My blood dispersed, did it stain?
“Shit, it just spread—”
“Hyo-hyo-hyo-”
I heard a faint laugh, then a burst of strong wind blew me. It smells weird and rusty. I felt goosebumps all over my body. Even my pubic hair stood up. I felt something other than that, like scarier vibes. As if someone is watching me.
“Finally, fresh air… is he my master? hyo-hyo-hyo-”
“Damn, what is that? It feels weird, and it smells weird.” I smelled the jar, “It smells like piss.”
“My mast– hey!! What piss!? That’s my house! hyo-”
“What the fuck? Is this my grandma’s chamber pot?” I threw it back into the pile of other antique things.
“IT’S NOT PISS HYO- IT’S JUST RUST AND SOME– is it really because of piss? Did someone pissed on my house? Hey! Don’t throw my house hyo-!”
I picked up those antiques, one by one, and tossed them back into the room. It took a while before I finally got it done. I left some outside, including that piss-smelling jar.
“Should I just throw it?”
“NO! YOU SHOULD NOT! YOU'LL BE CURSE FOREVER HYO- HYooOoughh– ehem.”
“Wait, can he not hear me?”
“What the hell?”
“Hello???????”
“Shit, is this because I got sealed for a very long time? It’ll take a whole damn long time before I fully replenish my energy! But, master~ you can wish anytime you want~~~”
“Right, he can’t hear me hyo-hyo-hyo-”
“I should eat and sleep.” I cooked a very simple meal, ramyeon with egg and kimchi. Nice meal, since it’s my concept of a decent meal. No one cares, though.
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