Room Service (2)

It was an unbearably boring day, as always. Thinking that, Park Jimin tapped the cart handle in his hand. The hand in spotless white gloves rhythmically beat the metal.

Today marked his second year since getting a job at the hotel. He had graduated from a four-year big-name university in Seoul and thought a bright future awaited him, but all he ended up doing was delivering room service.

He had no time to study, and there was no higher position to climb to. And it wasn't even a job he could keep doing forever. It wasn't a specialized profession, and if you had a decent personality, anyone could replace you. Thanks to employment policy, he wouldn't be fired like trash, but it wasn't a job where he could keep clinging to wishful thinking forever.

Still, maybe because it was a high-end hotel, the pay was good, which was a relief…… but watching his friends get jobs at companies made it impossible not to feel anxious.

“Haa…… maybe I should have just gone to study abroad.”

Just as he muttered that, the elevator arrived. Park Jimin stopped thinking and stepped into the elevator with the cart.

“Let’s see…… room 1503.”

After checking the paper attached to the cart, he firmly pressed the button marked 15th floor.

Clunk!

At that moment, a man and a woman ran up to the elevator just as the doors were starting to close and pressed the up button. Thanks to them, the elevator, which was about to depart, stopped and the doors opened again...