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     10 years ago, if one were to ask what Sehun imagined himself to be, the teen would answer 'whatever my parents want me to be.' Whatever that was, Sehun definitely did not envision himself wiping down counters and brewing coffee a decade later. His milky white skin that was once smooth and flawless were now slightly calloused from the exposure to various cleaning chemicals and minor burns.

      Yet he has made his bed and now has to lie in it; he has to admit though, if he looked (read: squinted really hard) on the bright side, the freedom was like a breath of fresh air that he never thought he'd enjoy. Right now, all he wants is to achieve the goals he has decided for his life, and at the top of the bucket list was to land himself an internship at Eastend Co.. Not that making coffee will get him anywhere near there.

     Serving his nth cup of coffee with a quiet please enjoy, Sehun was about to return to his post when his eyes caught sight of sheets that was peeking out of a folder. Sheets that contained familiar script that Sehun had agonised over for days and nights.

     "Excuse me..." Wetting his lips slightly, Sehun willed his voice not to waver as hope bubbled in his chest. "Do you happen to work at Eastend?"