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Instruction Booklet for Dummies (Grim Reaper Edition): How to Smile While Delivering Souls to Hell
When the moon has already risen to take authority over the skies…
…it's how she knows everything always ends after sundown.
The crisp wind felt like it's halfway through disappearing after passing by her cold, shivering body. The absence of warmth, of a comforting temperature in her ambiance – it was all it took for her to curl her hand on her glass bottle and swallow down the crawling hurt on her throat.
The reign of misery…
She guesses it begins its control now.
It's not on most Monday nights you can find one of the Underworld's most formidable Grim Reapers nursing a bottle (or three) of whiskey all by themselves, seeing them work through lungfuls of hurt, and emotions caving in on their organs after a long day at work.
It's not even on most Mondays you can find Goo Ryeon anywhere but her apartment home after a sunrise and sunset of escorting bastards and outlaws to Hell (Gods, what a migraine some of those idiots and colossal assholes have been).
To spot the Assistant Team Leader on a local, open seated food stall – drinking her misery away with her third whiskey as of yet, wasting breaths and hours all on her own, as the skyline hung the moon in all of Her lukewarm glory…
It's already everything rare and unsightly.
(And everything that all Goo Ryeon needs just to see the plethora of bullshit rumors Jumadeung Reapers could pull out of their asses just from witnessing this alone).
But…
…give her this night. Just this night, to wallow on what's left of herself and the soul that's all but breaking and incomplete.
Tomorrow has been set in stone. It's the anniversary of her own final breath in a senile life; the anniversary of the death of a broken-down Goo Ryeon from all those years back.
And the present Goo Ryeon almost scoffs at the thought of it. It's almost bullshit to keep reminiscing of a life that's all long and over with, to be honest.
But God knows a man has kept a piece of her and left her fragmented for sunsets and sunrises worth of centuries; have carved her incomplete ever since she desperately took her own life and left behind her other half drunk in his own misery, cutting off their red threads of fate for years that'll last for ages.
And along a severed lifetime worth of memories; it's because of what he took from her that makes her next tomorrow so heartbreakingly bittersweet.
"This is what Hell couldn't even hurl on me." Ryeon murmurs through a still breath, the numbness in her eyes was worn with broken grace. "The other half I've left behind has already ceased to forget me for an eternity worth of our afterlife. And now out of all souls in both Heaven and Hell, I have to spend the rest of my sunsets working with him. Tsk."
"I didn't realize you have your soulmate working under our team." A deep voice, powerful, disciplined and so effortlessly pulling at her weak heartstrings – suddenly arrives from her front.
Ryeon doesn't jump at his voice, at his sudden tread towards her. The Grim Reaper hardly even flinched at the sight of Park Joong-gil coming up, approaching her from a distance back – handsome and with both hands behind his back, looking poised as ever. Instead, she accidentally swallows what remains of the saliva pooling at her mouth.
…God, not now. Please.
No more heartache. Not now. Not until the next sunrise by then.
But the man who encompasses the other half of her in question, slowly settles down in a chair in front of her; daunting onyx eyes careful and faithful on the pitiful sight of his Assistant Team Leader. There was no judgment in his eyes, nothing of his usual cruelty and arrogance; only his characteristic aloofness and the weight of the intensity of his attention.
For some reason, Ryeon suddenly has the longing to kiss him.
But instead, she sighs. "Sir, aren't you supposed to be at home, sleeping?"
"Address what I said, Ryeon." Joong-gil says.
"You are wrong." Ryeon acquiesced, as obedient as she was, usually, when she was still his wife. "He's a man who now fails to call me his own. He is no longer connected to my red threads of fate."
"I disagree." Joong-gil takes a spare glass bottle and sets it aside, a certain type of disregard can be seen in his gaze. "If he has found his way back to you in the afterlife, his faithfulness and fidelity have already affected the natural course of your fate. Though what's the use of defying the normalcy of both your destinies if he's as lenient of your loneliness as he is now."
"...Joong-gil-ssi, can I ask why you're here?" Ryeon murmurs almost too frostily, carefully attentive of the way the Grim Reaper keeps separating all the glass shots that sits on the table in front of her, all to the side. She's drunk enough to drop a bit of her formality with a superior, hardly drunk enough to forget the hints of jealousy found in his tone.
"And you're not asking your supposed husband that?"
I am, idiot. Ryeon would be lying through the skin of her teeth if she says she doesn't find this somewhat amusing. The irony and ridiculousness of it all would be enough to pull a worn out snort from her mouth.
"Sir, are you jealous?" Ryeon teases with a straight face and even a furrow of her eyebrows, beautiful and deceivingly impassive as if a small joke is best said with all the seriousness of the Underworld. The only traces of her mischief at all is found on the small, tired lilt of her tone.
"Jealousy?" Joong-gil raises a condescending brow, a scowl crawling its way to his mouth. "Do you think I'm still young enough to be so foolishly juvenile like that?"
"Perhaps." Ryeon says. "...not."
"Is that how you address your Team Leader, Ryeon?" Joong-gil's shelves his lack of irritation in his tone and comes off as if he actually carries Atlas' weight on his shoulders, words heavy with the test of his patience despite the lie of it all.
Because he doesn't feel too annoyed; most especially when it comes to Ryeon-ah. But. He still has a reputation to uphold, an asshole reputation left untarnished for more than two centuries.
Ryeon sees through it. She knows he's willing to accompany her for a reason she refuses to admit.
"Apologies." Ryeon acquiesces for the second time tonight. "Are you here to discuss work then?"
"The Jade Empress has left an input on both our evaluations regarding our recent performance; the goddess is my superior so it's only given for her to leave a comment on mine." Joong-gil explains, his breath almost misty as he exhales the cold. "But for some reason, she left an input on yours after I have submitted your evaluation."
Ryeon raises an eyebrow. "What did she say?"
"That we both need to learn how to smile during work."
"..."
"..."
"...what?" Ryeon asks with such a deadpan expression, it's almost comical.
Is taking a piss on us a habit that's hard to break for her? Gods and deities have existed far much longer than mountains worth of souls – I never realized we were meant to exist as clowns for some of the gods.
"Joong-gil-ssi." Ryeon tries to find a diversion from her irritation. "You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?"
"It's Team Leader Park to you." The head of the Escort Team corrected with an almost imperceptible tilt of his lips. He's smirking. "Watch your mouth."
"I'm not sober enough to find fault in my confusion and annoyance." Ryeon remarks, truly intoxicated enough to drop at least two walls of her barriers. "Are we really supposed to smile? While working? I escort sinners and murderers to Hell. Should I crack jokes and dance to my father's kiddie song while I'm at it?"
Joong-gil doesn't laugh; but for quite a clear reason to his wife, the smirk attractively worn on his mouth starts shifting into something more genuine. "The Escort Team also deals with sexually assaulted victims, physically battered men, aborted children, and among others. A smile can lift even a semblance of misery on their way to the Underworld. It might not be more of an advantage for you as it is with the rest of the team – but there's nothing to lose with just a small quirk of your lips."
"Joong-gil-ssi." Ryeon frowns.
"Ryeon, you're whining." Joong-gil says with an equally impassive and deadpan expression. "...and pouting."
"No. I am not."
"Yes, actually quite clearly you are."
"I said – no, I am not."
"Is that a threat?"
"Are you threatened?"
"No. Only somewhat entertained." Joong-gil shakes his head, leaning back on his chair as he releases a long breath. He crosses his arms with a laxness that's so charismatically lazy – it's unfair, Ryeon thinks, especially that he does it while wearing that disciplined and dominant (and painfully good looking) face of Jumadeung's best Team Manager of thirty years. "It's not that difficult to smile."
"Then why don't you do it?" Ryeon's lips curve into a frown. "If it's not so much an issue with you, Joong-gil-ssi."
"How about I teach you instead?" Joong-gil says, dark eyes flashing with hidden intent. "But every learning session with you comes with its own full price."
Ryeon's brows twitch in interest. How intriguing…
"And what's your price for the first session, Team Leader Park?" She asks.
"Tomorrow." Joong-gil answers. "That you'll spend your tomorrow with me."
The heart inside her ribs makes a small lurch; her misery diminishes even for just a semblance at how soft he said his hidden intention after all this time. After coming to her lonely, drunk rescue in a pitiful drinking session all by herself – he knows where to shut down the first surface of the sorrows she's been trying to overwhelm with alcohol, knows how to calm the growing hurt she keeps on nursing the longer she despises and laments on her next tomorrow.
He knows.
….he knows what the following sunrise means to her. And yet there's still so much he can't remember.
The longing comes back full force; the longing to feel the warmth of his breath on her lips right before he takes her into his kiss, the touch of his hands, gentle and careful on her waist, if not tenderly running down the length down to the small of her back.
It was his fondness and endearment for skinship that always caught her breath during their marriage. His touches, his soft lips on her own, the way he runs his hands, how he interlocks his fingers against hers. Just like all those years back…
….just like he always did then.
Joong-gil's kisses were her favorite for more than two centuries and counting, despite everything – all forms of it. She desires his desperate, lustful ones where his need comes to take the reins of his self-control (or the lack thereof); finds peace in the tender and affectionate ones on slow mornings; adores the quick and small ones just to show the hints of the affection he feels for her before leaving for work; and the comforting ones…
…the comforting ones were the reason she even held on for as strong as she did back then. The reason she feels safe at home, feels safe in his warmth, in his promises that were loyally kept with everything that it took. These kisses were Ryeon's silver lining; she wouldn't have kept on going for as long as she did if it weren't for those, if it weren't for him quite honestly.
"Team Manager Park." Ryeon starts, the tears somehow kept in the tresses of her remembering heart only and none from the tender emotions in her eyes. "Don't you have work tomorrow?"
"A Grim Reaper is dealing with millions of cases every day; I can be anywhere and everywhere I want all at once to deliver the souls to their afterlife." Joong-gil says. "And tomorrow, both your body and soul become one of my next duties to accompany in the Underworld; somewhat because as your Team Leader, I have an affinity with you but mostly because I want to. Ryeon-ah, your hours are nothing even close to exhausting for a Team Leader, let alone the Escort Team's."
"Ryeon…ah..?" Ryeon tilts her head, trying to hold back a smile. The misery; it's dying with the slowness of time but withering and dying all the same. "Isn't too exhausting for the Team Leader of the Escort Team's…?"
Joong-gil shakes his head, the smirk about to fade into a sincere smile the second time tonight. "Are you making fun of me?"
"Joong-gil-ssi." Ryeon tries not to laugh. Maybe she really is drunk. "Just teach me how to smile already, please. I accept your offer and will pay you in full by tomorrow."
Joong-gil's stare warms into something supportive; satisfied with her acceptance to his clearly scam of an offer. Joong-gil wasn't looking to waste time with a female Grim Reaper, especially on a busy Tuesday out of all week days; he just wanted to see Ryeon on her day off.
He will never admit he's more than willing to be her pillar of comfort and support even after two centuries of working together. She has her random soulmate working with them after all (an irritating nuisance that may be)(Not to mention a pathetic excuse of one if the guy can't even see Goo Ryeon for what she is; beautiful, daunting, and possessively his. Joong-gil will have to investigate the past lives of this foolish bastard).
Plus, he was never much of a man of attachment; emotions are the paragon of human frailty. It is due to emotions that a man's weakness plants its seed into his being and slowly blooms into the greatest of his losses. And Park Joong-gil was anything but frail.
But the misery has already rooted its place into the crevices of his broken heart; and there's a reason why only Ryeon has managed to slacken the reins of that misery – something that's already rooted even into the marrow of his soul.
If it's her happiness, her similarities that also make up the small and large parts of his personality, or the way she can see right through him most of the time, as if she spent her years in hell getting to know the sound of his breaking voice...
Either way, Joong-gil is less miserable when he sees her a little less sad.
For reasons he refuses to admit.
"What makes a person smile?" Joong-gil starts. He refuses to look anywhere else but the sadness that's evading bit by bit from the brown eyes that looked at him with docile expectancy. "We can start from there."
"The happenstance of the Jade Empress actually getting off our backs?" Ryeon scoffs.
Joong-gil shakes his head, evidently finds humor in her derisive sarcasm. "That's unrealistic. Think stranger. More ridiculous."
"Hearing you laugh." Ryeon starts. "I've never heard you laugh, sir. I think it is one of the seven wonders of the Underworld."
(She's lying).
(She knows the sound of his deep, genuine laughter; and the beauty of its rarity. She could never forget what coming home sounds like).
"If I laugh, will that make you smile?" There was a tinge of warning in his voice, an arrogance in the lift of his brow. He knows it lit the fires inside Ryeon's heart, emblazing her fragments into something wholly unperturbed, fearless; he's familiar with her valor in response to his dominance, after all.
"I think it will mostly take me back." Ryeon answers honestly. "There's only so much that can make Team Manager Park happy."
"...clearly."
"Sir, how about you show me what it looks like to wear a smile instead?" Ryeon asks.
"Now?" Joong-gil frowns. "You're asking me to grin when I'm anywhere but the Land of the Living, working?"
"Isn't that easier?" Ryeon tries to hold back a snort. "It'll be more familiar to me once I actually see it in the flesh."
"Goo Ryeon, you're undoubtedly sober enough to make out that I'm not on duty. There's no reason for me to smile like a complete utter imbecile." Stubborn Park Joong-gil.
"You do have a reason." She fails to fight some of it off anymore, Ryeon hears the sound of temporary happiness (of temporary distraction) slithering into the surfaces of her tone; even with the lack of a sincere smile worn on her tired mouth.
It's working; whatever comfort he's trying to offer her – it's working. "Me."
"That's emotional blackmail."
"No, it's justice." Ryeon raises an eyebrow. "Or shall you allow our deal to shift into something obsolete, sir? If so, I won't be able to pay your price in full by sunset tomorrow."
"..."
And lo and behold, through Ryeon's harmless promise of a threat; The Team Manager tries to show what it means to wear a smile while supposedly escorting souls to Hell – quite reassuringly so if his intentions were to be honest.
"..."
"..."
"..."
".............pffffftt!"
Oh gods, oh Jade Empress; Goo Ryeon has finally given up. She can't hold it off any longer, it's unavoidable, it's truly the gods' promise of inevitable – for her to burst into laughter and at the comfort of the seams. She laughs at Jumadeung's Best Team Manager of thirty years, trying with his utmost and undeniably painful effort – to raise the edges of his mouth; and actually smile.
It drops immediately.
Of course.
"You appear as if a Grim Reaper stole your wife, sir!" Ryeon laughs, slamming a hand on the table and lowering her head to rest on her elbow. Her shoulders are shaking uncontrollably.
"This is explicit disrespect. I won't forget this abuse of formality from a subordinate to her superior." Joong-gil stands up, the legs of his chair dragging through the gravel of the floor. "You'll be working overtime once your day off is through, delivering souls to the lowest level of Hell, Goo Ryeon."
"Wait. Apologies, Team Manager Park!" Ryeon laughs, watching Park Joong-gil walk off.
She fails to see how the stiffness from his shoulders have already disappeared; and that despite everything, hearing her a little more happier satisfies an ache that's precedently primal to Joong-gil. Something beautiful might actually soothe his nightmares tonight (if his complete humiliation won't hinder it.)(Gods of Heaven…).
"Joong-gil-ah…"
The Team Leader freezes from his walk, hesitating from casually raising his hand and snapping his fingers. The sound of her longing is enough for him to think twice of teleporting back to his cold, empty apartment that only reeks of loneliness and the scent of his insomnia. Instead, like some pathetic, lovesick fool – he stood there, tilting his head to the side and awaits her next exhale.
"Joong-gil-ah…" Ryeon whines softly again. "Don't leave me…"
He's aware it's been coming for a long time but it's almost unfortunate to be reminded, once more, that Goo Ryeon is definitively drunk enough to finally lose herself to the insistent screams of her prickling anxieties, to the fear that has refused to lay its head and rest for most of the night already. No matter how hard she tries to hide it from him from the start, Park Joong-gil knows what clinical depression looks like in the flesh – just as he knows his supposed departure might have only triggered something akin to that.
It stirs something in himself; the fact that her whine isn't behavior that is of norm to their professional relationship. It was never even intended by anyone, either idiotic or valiant, towards the most proficient Grim Reaper feared and venerated by all of Jumadeung from the start.
And so the lack of esteem in her voice; her familiarity and affection – it's all alien to him.
It's all heartbreaking to him.
"Joong-gil-ah…" Ryeon whimpers. "...not again. Don't leave me here….breathing in what remains of this fucking distraction – just so I can come apart by dawn."
Until dawn. He was supposed to have time until dawn comes; where Ryeon's misery will be resolutely at its peak.
He failed to realize Hell has already started gripping her throat like a tightrope the moment the moon has risen towards the Monday sky.
Now, he finds out quite too late how her misery has been slowly making its home inside the whole of her soul the closer her work shift comes to an end. And it only heightened its control on her throat the longer she kept up with her drinking session all by herself; Ryeon eventually succumbing to the suffocating grip of human agony.
Joong-gil swallows the saliva that remains on his mouth; and the Grim Reaper sighs.
He snaps his finger. Time instantly waits at a standstill and now rests at the complete and utter control of Jumadeung's best Reaper. With the living coming to a pause, the dead could only replay what's left of the life they could never forget.
Human frailty has already shown its face on the fragments of his closest subordinate, his most favored one. Joong-gil would have been disappointed at her if he never understood the nature of human suffering so innately.
He already made his way to her side through another swift teleportation. He carried a stool he saw from the bar to the side in one hand; and comes to a seat just a little distance far from her, taking his place by her side. With confidence that deceives the tremble of his uncharacteristic sensitivity; Joong-gil carefully takes a strand of her brunette hair between two fingers and tucks it behind her ear. "Goo Ryeon, what do you want me to know?"
He should've thought twice of saying those words – safety and comfort was only a knife to their present relationship. He'll only cut down the walls she's built against him so securely, almost too desperately.
But she should've known by now how selfish Park Joong-gil can be.
And so she unravels.
"There should've been clarity once death came in to take me, making the blurriness of the consequences of sin wither and die. And because of that false thought, I've spent century after century trying my best to keep it to myself, trying to keep what I'd already lost; spent so much of myself and comfort trying to forget everything he took from me. But he already took so much." Ryeon swallows through the worst of her tears. "So, so much…"
"So....give it back." A small voice; the smallest Joong-gil had ever heard from her. "Give back my heart, give back my clarity. It was mine for so long; you can't keep hurting me like this, keep taking from me – the parts I need most. I love you but I'll only hate myself where I grieve my sins the longest, where I grieve them at their heaviest. Because after centuries apart; you're the only regret that will haunt me for Hell's worth of eternity."
Joong-gil's eyes were steady on the numbness of heartache swirling inside the color of her brown eyes; her pain the insignia of life's unjust tragic play.
"Because I already love you for Heaven's worth of eternity."
Something in him breaks at the edges, the half of him at a loss as if it's been missing for so long too; it's as if all that's lacking from the greatest Reaper of all time was the woman in front of him. Because it's ridiculous, the idea, that Park Joong-gil knew what it's like for the other half of him to be taken from his hands too.
…knew what it's like for pieces of himself to be stolen for centuries worth of hollow misery. And he can't even remember the thief that left a hole in his soul…
"Give it back…" she croons sadly.
Give it back. Something inside his lungs ceases to go black.
"Do you truly regret…?" He murmurs quietly. "...your time spent by his side?"
"...idiot." Ryeon exhales through a fractured sigh, laughing nasally with bitterness. "You'll soon see what Hell's torture has in store for idiot imbeciles like you."
Joong-gil snorts quietly, dipping his head before lifting it just a bit to smirk at his Assistant Team Leader. He honestly finds her truly quite adorable; not for the first time quite embarrassingly.
"...what I meant when I said what I said…" Ryeon says through the mess of her emotions and intoxication, careful where she emphasizes her diction. "...was that the regret I felt because of him…was a regret that was born from a decision entirely of my own doing. Joong-gil-ssi…you don't understand. You don't understand…that I'd die for him as much as he would kill for me. And that's not right. But it's reality."
"Did you love him that much?"
"Yah, didn't you hear what I just said before?" Joong-gil effortlessly dodges Ryeon's attempt of smacking his head, trying not to cough and cover his laughter as she sniffs. "I told you I will love him for Heaven's worth of eternal paradise!"
".....Heaven's worth of eternity."
"Yah, Joong-gil-ssi." Ryeon eventually starts leaning back to cross her slender arms against her puffed-out chest. She quickly swipes off what's left of the remaining (embarrassing) wetness that failed to hide the emptiness in her eyes, one confession ago. "Eager to die?"
"No." Joong-gil smiles, sincerely finally after all this time – his mouth quirking with tender intimacy and fond contentment that only a soulmate of his could've pulled out of him. "Only to see you less miserable."
"Then tell my husband to give back what he stole from me." Ryeon narrows her eyes, mouth forming into a small, irritated (and endearing) sneer.
"What's his name?" Joong-gil asks; his familiar selfish intentions prowling behind the barriers of his voice, hiding with a skill that's all innate. Despite the harmlessness of his smile; the most violent of all Grim Reapers is already on stand by. "If it's nothing too personal, Ryeon."
"You can ask the Jade Empress, sir." Ryeon says, knowingly avoiding his curiosity. "I can't give out further details other than the fact that I can't stand missing hearing the sound of his damn voice."
"Don't you see him everyday?"
"....and?" Ryeon threatens, glaring her most evil one yet at the man who dared to run his mouth (and still stood by her during one of her worst nights for reasons he still hasn't shared).
Joong-gil clears his throat, laughing soundlessly. "Apologies. I might have stepped too far."
"Yes, you have, sir. And I believe it's your job to make it better." Ryeon says, brows twitching in annoyance as her fingers play with the rim of the last remaining glass shot he still hasn't separated to the side, that's sitting at the small table in front of her.
"So look at me."
"...sir, I-"
"Ryeon-ah, look at me…" It was the mix of softness and power in his tone that tempted the beast stirring from dormancy inside of her into submitting. And thus, for the third time tonight – she acquiesces.
Only to see Park Joong-gil wear a smile that felt serene and happy; warm but a little less friendly, gentle but a little less frail…
…comforting but a little less remembering of what such a grin even does to her breaking point.
And Goo Ryeon could only do nothing but fall apart at the safety of his rough edges. He keeps stealing from her, what's left of her heart, her weakness, and her happiness – for moments he wasn't even fit to be blamed.
Because he doesn't know. There's so much he doesn't know and yet he owns her completely all the same, owns all of her shards and broken fragments. Everything that makes up the best and the worst of her.
…just as she used to do all the same with him back then.
"I liked your old smile better." She says, lying through the skin of her teeth. "It makes me feel less lonely."
"Ah?" Joong-gil runs his fingers gently against the strand of hair he has tucked behind her ear earlier, the warmth of his touch a relief from the cold that surrounds the breezy atmosphere.
The shivers; even she's rendered weak against them.
He's doing it again…
(Leaving her breathless, leaving his mark on the softness of her skin, leaving her hungry and starving for him. He was always endeared with skinship whenever he's in love. He's always driving her crazy when she's in love.)
"Then give me a reason to smile again." Joong-gil says silently. "Because I'm willing to make a fool of myself for you."
His smile became another one of her Monday silver linings, her savior from Hell. "...for Heaven's worth of eternity, Goo Ryeon."
Epilogue
How to Smile While Delivering Souls to Hell (IBFD: Grim Reaper Edition)
Introduction:
Instruction #15.a
- When preparing yourself for work tomorrow; make sure to relieve some of your stress today by spending a sliver of your free time with your colleagues and closest friends!
- Never spend it all on your own (drinking or otherwise).
Page 8
September 04
Instruction No. 15 of the Instruction Booklet (Grim Reaper Edition) has been declared an insult and irrelevant to office work by Goo Ryeon (Assistant Team Leader of the Escort Team) (Jumadeung, Underworld)
Therefore making it obsolete (according to Goo, Ryeon)
Jumadeung Library (Customer Service) (Complaints and Customer Feedback)
September 05
Park Joong-gil (Team Leader of the Escort Team) (Jumadeung, Underworld) has submitted a list of recommendations for Jumadeung Library to take into consideration for next month's book purchase.
Among the list, he highlights Instruction Booklet for Dummies (Grim Reaper Edition): How to Deal with Unrequited Office Romance (as their Superior) and How to Get Away with Murder (ing your Colleagues) as the books to be prioritized the most.
The Jade Empress wishes to snag an extra copy of both self-help books (and to also be forwarded of the next lists Park Joong-gil recommends in the future).
She added that she wishes to let the latter fact be left in secret between the Library staff and her (specifically kept from Mr. Park).
Jumadeung Library (Customer Service) (Complaints and Customer Feedback)
September 05
The Jade Empress recommends the Library to purchase Instruction Booklet for Dummies (Gods and Dieties Edition): How to Stop Fangirling Over the Love Stories of Your Employees as soon as possible (preferably in two days).
She adds, she has a love story she wishes to spoil (and unfortunately can't).
An addiction she struggles with (according to Jade Empress).
Jumadeung Library (Customer Service) (Complaints and Customer Feedback)
fin.