"FU....!" Heart held the anger inside himself not wanting it to explode outwards.

He ran his hands through his hair, then slammed his fists on the counter.

'How was it always his luck! How was he always ending up in such weird situations?'

He charged for the door, then peeked down the hall, the room still had the group of interviewees in front of him in it.

He closed the door again and went to the sink and turned on the water all the way to cold. This time he dunked his face directly into the water and didn't bother with the paper at all.

As the cold of the water stung his face, only one thought crossed his mind.

"I don't care who the Hell you are to this company! I am going to make your life a living hell once I get in! And I am going to get in!"

***

Heart's group stood nervously outside the large frosted glass door that would lead them into the interviewer's room.

Finally, a deep female voice boomed, "Enter."

The five of them shuffled in bowing politely to all four interviewers. Two of the interviewers had their heads bowed over their papers and they were still writing stuff down from the last group.

The female executive and an older gentleman who looked to be around sixty bowed back to our group in polite acknowledgement. The gentleman smiled softly and motioned for the five of them to take the chairs that were in a row in front of the waiting people.

Heart sat down and got comfortable, then folded his hands in his lap with the best grin he could put on when he was this nervous and uncomfortable. He hoped it wasn't too noticeable that just a half-hour ago he had dunked his hair into the sink and it had been wet. In the half-hour since, he thought it had pretty much dried and he had tried to restyle it in the bathroom. But it hadn't looked anywhere near as stylish as the man in the bathroom had. His mind wandered back to that man and he froze.

'Why am I thinking about him? I need to focus right now...' His mind didn't want to listen.

'If only it hadn't been for that guy in the bathroom.' He thought.

'Friends?.... How could he say something so ludicrous? How could he do such strange things to someone he just met? What was with that guy? And why had he felt so drawn to the guy the moment their eyes met? Ugh, stop Heart you need to think about this interview. Concentrate already.'

The last examiner finished writing, clicked his pen twice, put it down and raised his head.

Heart froze petrified his eyes locked onto those beautiful, mesmerizing brown eyes with their bright amber flecks and his breath caught in his stomach. Like he had frozen on the intake and couldn't breathe out, his stomach and lungs holding everything inside him as tight as a cinnamon bun.

He would recognize those eyes with those beautiful birthmarks anywhere.

Heart's mouth dropped and his mind screamed: "Are you bloody kidding me right now!"

'Wait beautiful...?'

His body wanted to hide away from that all-consuming presence and he felt like the room had suddenly gained about a hundred degrees in temperature. He thought he was sweating buckets, but when he looked there were no outward signs of his own suffering. He tried his very best to smile and act natural though at that moment he really wished the Earth would split open and swallow him whole.

The man smiled charmingly and cleared his throat before breaking contact with Heart's eyes; He looked at each person and Heart felt a momentary bout of relief.

He wanted to dance; the pressure had lifted; he felt like he could float out of the building all seventeen floors down. Then his hopes were dashed as he returned his steady heavy gaze back to Heart.

"Let's Begin." He said calmly. His eyes twinkled as he watched Heart's movements.

The four interviewers took turns asking questions. Where Heart couldn't pay attention and all that was going through his mind was an assortment of self curses, mountains of dread and the recurring thoughts about what this person who seemingly stared into his soul could really be like to work for, or with. He shook those off as crazy, knowing that if he ever got a job here, it would most certainly mean his doom. He couldn't very well take the job even if he got it. No matter how desperately they needed the money.

'I am so doomed! How am I gonna tell Min? How can I even work here with him...? Wait, if I do get the job this company is huge, one of the biggest. It's not like we will see each other if I do get the job right? I can't possibly run into this... This...'

Heart paused, his thinking and looked up at the interviewer's Jacket where his name tag was neatly pinned now. 'Saint, his name is Saint...'

'Hmmm, doesn't match him at all.' He thought sourly.

Though, it's unlikely I will see Saint often, maybe once before my internship is up right???

"Number one hundred and fifty-two, one hundred and fifty-two?" the older gentleman's voice called out softly while looking at him.

"Ah, um, yes... Sorry, could you repeat the question?" He shifted nervously, feeling very off his game. The old man smiled, but before he could open his mouth, another male voice spoke up.

"What made you choose our company?..." Heart's head swiveled to the speaker quickly.

Saint was staring him directly in the eye, then glanced down at his pants so fast that Heart doubted anyone else had seen.

Heart gulped and blinked, he immediately moved his hands to rest neatly over his crotch hiding it from sight.

"And what makes you think you will match us well?" Saint's eyes flashed with amusement, but he asked his questions so casually. Like nothing was amiss. He was so calm, Heart was almost convinced he could have been seeing things just then.

Heart had been rehearsing this very part in the bathroom out loud earlier and was pretty sure Saint had heard it too. But now that it was time to say it his mind was blank.

All he could think about were those two dark eyes, devouring his world right now and draining his life. While he, himself froze, his mouth didn't and he got this strange disassociated sensation as his brain freaked out, but his mouth said the exact things he had practiced so hard.

Saint frowned a little, his face growing cloudy the moment Heart could answer normally. He put his head back down and scribbled something on paper.

Heart just sighed with relief when Saint had no choice, but to move on and ask the next question to the girl beside him.

Heart, however, continued that tense and detached feeling right until the moment the girl who let them in, opened the door, bowed again and they were escorted out.

Once outside, the five of them bowed one last time to each other than separated.

The others seemed to want to stick around. Heart hightailed it out of there as fast as he could, as if the whole building were a curse he wanted to shake off.

Only once he had caught the last bus heading back to his house did he finally slumped over in relief. As he sat there, he looked back at the building with a slight regret, even though the pressure was gone he still felt this deep longing inside himself, he couldn't explain, almost as if he were sad he never got to say goodbye to Saint.

'That's crazy. What are you thinking, you dummy?' He smacked himself in the head once, then noticed some people were staring and he slumped even lower in embarrassment until all that people could see over the seat was his head.

'Why, why, why me! What have I ever done to deserve this kind of fate! Can't this day be over yet?' Heart rubbed at his hair, frustrated, closed his eyes and groaned.

'Oh, my life...'

'How am I gonna tell Min I totally blew it?'