The day starts early at one of Seoul's largest resorts, Oriental Summer Resort. The establishment was managed by Jung Hyukjae and Baek Jongho, who at that time of summer would spend their holidays at their resort, because, everyone was extremely anxious and busy.
Especially Lee Yujin, who is the hotel manager. She had woken up earlier so she couldn't be late but her plans seemed to have gone down the drain when she didn't notice her daughter's presence when she was getting ready to go to work. Her almost 10-minute delay was caused by her attempt to wake her child who would also be late for her job if she didn't wake up at that time.
— Jiwoo-ah, wake up! Please! — said Yujin shaking her daughter from side to side.
The one mentioned above is Jo Jiwoo, her 17-year-old daughter. She worked as a part-time employee at the resort with her mom and dad. This summer, she would welcome and serve the Jung family.
When Jiwoo finally managed to wake up and get out of bed, her mom could go to the main lobby to check everything before her bosses arrived. Meanwhile, on the third floor of the residential employee building, Jiwoo was getting ready lazily.
Unlike her mother, she wasn't excited. Actually, she prayed — even though the word 'religious' or even the fact of praying did not define her at all — to wake up sick not to be forced to work that day. The reason for such repudiation was a simple fact that she would have to work her entire summer, instead of traveling, visiting her grandparents, meet new people, or just hang around at home.
Her only salvation had a name, surname, and lived two floors above her home. Kang Taeyong was a boy not so different from Jiwoo, but certainly more gentle and obedient. He was just some months older than Jiwoo, so they studied in the same class and became friends from an early age. The fact of studying and living practically together helped a lot to make them become best friends. Unlike Jiwoo, Taeyong loved to work during summer break, probably because he was able to see his boyfriend after so long every day and place or cause he could criticize the snobbish and disgusting guests with his co-workers.
Kang was the son of the hotel's main restaurant manager, and unfortunately, he lost his father at a very young age, being left with just his mother and his younger siblings.
Jiwoo could already hear the footsteps and murmurs to the rhythm of some unknown music by the youngest, which made her eyes roll almost automatically
— Jiwoo-ah! — Taeyong called her humming, already opening the door of her residence that gave a view to a perfectly neat house. — Are you ready for another summer full of gossip and make outs? — The elder says in a playful tone, receiving a serious look and without any humor
— Only if it's for you, right? — When she turned the older one with her bowl of cereal, she identified a smile as much as a crook — In fact, I'm going to welcome them today.
— Oh, really? Let me stay with them, please?
— No — she said on a dry tone and even a little grotesque
— Why? Come on! You hate being with the bosses.
— Yes, I do. But, first of all: my mom who organized it, and second of all: Mr. Jung hates you to death so I don't think it is going to be a good idea. — Jiwoo explained calmly, but stopped to take a bite out of her breakfast — So the best thing is that I stay with them while you go somewhere with Hae- something that I don't remember.
Not so much time after the two teenagers got into the main lobby, the owners arrived, taking everybody's attention.
Mr. Jung was accompanied by some formally dressed men and his wife, right behind him was his eldest daughter who, like a good digital influencer, carried her cell phone prepared to update her social networks any minute. Not long after, Jung Haesung entered the establishment well known for it, he wore an outfit as much as exotic: a plain black shirt, a dark denim shorts that were slightly smaller than the big black base cardigan with colorful designs on top and smiled openly to everyone, and looked discreetly across the lobby, probably looking for Taeyong, his boyfriend.
Usually, Sung was alone, this time he was accompanied by a boy of the same age as Jung but a little shorter. He was wearing a white blouse with two girls kissing, tight black pants, and a black leather jacket, he exuded authority and beauty. Behind his yellow glasses, his gaze went around the room to become familiar with the environment but his eyes paralyzed, as well as everything around him — at least for him, in a lady with very dark hair and eyes of the same color.
He certainly caught the attention not only of the guests but also of the employees present at the great reception, and his aura only made it clearer that, he knew about his effect on others.
All his presence and change of moods caused by the boy made Jiwoo feel sick and roll her eyes if there was anything that made the girl go crazy it was how people always think they're better than others and uses it proudly when it only makes one become a waste on the earth.
And at that moment she thought a little more about letting Taeyong take over. Would it be difficult to work with that boy for so long? How could Haesung, such a sweet and funny boy, be friends with someone so full of himself? Those were the questions that came to her mind. As much as Jiwoo didn't like to judge people before meeting them, she let herself go with the irritation of the first day of work and her imagination. She takes a deep breath before approaching the newcomers and begins her work for another summer.
To be honest, Jiwoo didn't expect much from that summer. Mainly because nothing has changed in all these years, but even so, she asked for a lot of patience and less stress for that year, something told her that she would need it a lot.