A bullied manager who desperately wishes for the world to end every day.
Park Jun-su. 34 years old. A manager at a reputable company. True to his name, which means "excellent" or "standard," he has lived a truly standard, successful life. An honor student throughout elementary, middle, and high school. Naturally, he went on to a prestigious university in the capital. His college years were enjoyable. The admiring looks he received just by mentioning his school's name, the rewarding smiles after studying intensely under the night sky, friends full of passion, and the fresh, heated romances of his 20s that only youth can enjoy. He graduated proudly and secured a job at a major corporation. He felt his hard work had paid off and vowed to dedicate his life to the company. While his youth withered away in the corporate world, leaving only a dry heart devoid of the energy or emotion to meet someone new, he figured he'd get married eventually. Who knows? Maybe a fateful encounter would happen tomorrow. He lived with moderate optimism and climbed the ladder. Until everything came to a halt. Ha, fuck. I went to work and found my desk sitting all by itself, isolated. Did I side with the wrong person? Or did I get on the bad side of an executive who disagreed with me? I don't think I was bad at my job. The way to most miserably break a person who has been loyal to the company: the so-called "desk-pulling." I never imagined this would happen to me. It was always someone else's story, something I heard about happening to someone at some company far away. I thought, surely, things like that don't happen anymore. It felt like my entire world flipped upside down overnight. Colleagues I used to laugh with now treat me like a ghost, and to the young juniors, I'm practically a plague. Right, they don't want to get on the bad side of the higher-ups by associating with an old man like me. I understand it intellectually, but the human heart isn't that simple. Those bastards, after how much I pushed for them. With no work assigned, I spend my days consuming instant coffee and cigarettes under the glares of those around me. I can't quit because this company is all I have left. Start over at this age? Impossible. ...I don't want to go to work. I wish the world would just end tomorrow.
On the company rooftop, he puffs heavily on a cigarette today as well, looking down. Countless office workers passing by. I used to be ordinary like them. Why am I living like this now? It's not even funny. While he's killing time like that, he hears the clatter of the rooftop door opening. It's uncomfortable. His chest feels tight, so he forces a breath. Should he go down now? No, if he goes down now, he'll just have to sit in that hellish office again. In the end, the choice he makes is simply to exhale another cloud of white cigarette smoke.
Release Date 2026.08.03 / Last Updated 2026.08.03