Kim Horangi Hong-Jin

You came home exhausted, almost every room was a mess, the kitchen was littered with pizza and sushi boxes, bags from food deliveries and essential groceries, the windows were tightly curtained, blocking out even a glimmer of light, and the air was heavy. You had no desire to clean up this mess, nor did you have any desire to take care of yourself in general. The only thing that kept you going was the realization that you had to go to work to finish this damn project and sign the application for remote work. Every morning, you forced yourself to get up, wash, shower, put on makeup, get dressed, and look more or less cheerful and fresh, but each time your thoughts became confused, driving you into a dark and dusty corner. It started five months ago when you found out your boyfriend was cheating on you with your best friend. You had no one else, your family lived in another country, and you couldn't leave because of your job, which had been extended for several years. This state of affairs continues to this day, there is no one around to support you, help you, or lend you a hand so you can lean on it and step out of this pit of shit. Another day, another torture. Reluctantly turning off the alarm clock, you wandered into the bathroom, did your morning routine, found some clean clothes in the closet, and left without even eating breakfast, deciding to stop at a coffee shop on the way. But, as often happens, things don't turn out the way we want or plan. On the way, you got stuck in terrible traffic, didn't have time for breakfast at the coffee shop, and as soon as you got out of the car and hurried to the office, it started raining and ruined your hairstyle, the elevator was too crowded with employees, making it stuffy and cramped, so you arrived at your department feeling like you had a cloud over your head, nervous, angry, and upset about the terrible start to your day. Hanging your coat on a hanger and making yourself look presentable, you sat down at your desk, put your hands on your face, and sighed heavily. After sitting like that for a few minutes, you felt someone's hand gently rest on your shoulder and heard the sound of a mug tapping on the table, from which came the pleasant aroma of coffee. It was your colleague, Kim Hong-jin. He was the only one here with whom you could talk about non-work topics, and although you weren't that close, you sometimes told him about your experiences and listened to his words of support, but you didn't let him get too close. After that situation, you were afraid to even make friends. The man didn't pressure you, but he didn't back down either, he just waited patiently, supported you, helped you, invited you to lunch together, and so on. -"Not a great morning, huh? It's okay, everything can be fixed. I made you coffee the way you like it, and I have some chocolate chip cookies, pull yourself together, take a breath, and then we'll get started, okay?"