《Please Be Quiet And Take Off Your “Something”》 Chapter 1 - Friday Night, 11:00 p.m. Chapter 1 C Friday Night, 11:00 p.m. She did not like him from the moment she first laid eyes on him. No, not like is not enough. Yes, she hated him from the very beginning. Of course, Na-Yool admitted to some extent that this was only achieved after a painful mental battle. And as she got to know him better, she rewrote her shameful memories. For example, she rewrote the times that she stared at his handsome but empty appearance with a love-struck face. And the way she felt butterflies in her stomach when he smiled casually, thanking her for her work. And also during staff dinners when she laughed boisterously and clapped like a seal to his every word. All of these moments were now erased from her memory. Two years since then. His allure did not last long; only for a month. The reason isnt that he suddenly grew old, or he lost all his hair, or that his face turned ugly. Even after two years, the man is still the same as then; he is incredibly good-looking. Wide shoulders, a tall stature, and a strong and slender body that put all other men to shame; not to mention his suits! Always well-dressed no matter the season. The spotlight was always on him; when he speaks, it is like a sacred performance, and one cannot help but listen. But it means nothing to her. It has become useless. In just one month. It would be perfect if they spoke a different language so that she would not understand what came out of that conceited mouth of his. Unfortunately, they were both Korean. Kwon Si-Jin. A hopeless jerk; a thoughtless jerk who spits out hurtful things; a jerk whose expertise is trampling on the character and dignity of others with his words. Other than sharing the same language, what was even more unfortunate to Na-Yool was that this jerk ran the company her livelihood depended on. And above all, the worst was that he was a hopeless jerk only to her. And today as well, because of that jerk Na-Yool gritted her teeth, glaring at the computer screen that had been frozen for 10 minutes. It was already 11:00 p.m., Friday night. As it is common in advertisement planning, she had gotten used to working overtime. Nevertheless, sitting in a desolate office that isCbesides the monitor lightCplunged in total darkness, was always bitter. Whats more, was that the work she had done in the past hour was all for nothing. This damn computer! All she did was turn on several programs at once It was her fault for overheating the computer, but was it really such a big deal? Ah, so much for wishing to go home before midnight on a Friday night The mouse remained unresponsive, and Na-Yool shook with anger. It was highly probable that all her open tabs would disappear if she were to make one wrong move. From Photoshop to InDesign, all of it would disappear, as if they never existed. With the exception of a few programs related to her studies at the Department of Visual Design, she was totally computer-illiterate. All she could do now was prayCthat is, despite being an atheist. At this point, Na-Yool could only hope that the computer would miraculously restore functioning. Oh, Mighty Computer! Please calm your wrath! I beg you, please let that heavy-bodied white arrow move again! Na-Yool pressed her hands together and leaned her head against them. Until 10 minutes ago, had she leaned anywhere, she would have fallen asleep like a log. But not now. Right now, her head stung sharply, as if she had gotten hit. If she could not save the situation, she was sure to miss the last train. Please, I beg you. Just this once. Please. Come on She carefully opened her eyes. Nothing but a squeaky-clean screen background with its wallpaper could be seen. The wallpaper, as expected from a designer, was a high-definition picture of mother nature This little fucker Her voice was filled with incomparable despair. She did not even have the will to go on a rant. She stayed silent for 10 seconds. Then, as if she suddenly came back to her senses, Na-Yool frantically moved her mouse, opening and reopening the problematic folders. Her hands were moving so fast that her eyes almost couldnt keep up. However, she quickly realized it was all in vain. Her efforts had gone up in smoke. Not only was all the work done the last hour wiped out, but even the last saved version (almost finished for good) of the outdoor advertising file had returned (who knows how) to its old version saved 4 hours ago. For Petes sake! Kim Na-Yool, you idiot You fool. You imbecile! What did you do?! What in the world did you do, stupid dumbass! Worthless half-wit, will you get your shit together only if you die? Na-Yool kept muttering, cursing herself as if she was just a stranger. No, in fact, there was no need for it. Because her life was already cursed. To begin with, life is Chapter 2 Life was being unfair, that is what it was. She stared at the calendar as if she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. The monitor casted a dim light over the calendars cute characters. [200 Days Celebration Gapyeong Trip] Fucking 200 days, fucking celebration trip. What a load of shit As she muttered the most powerful swear words she could spit out, Na-Yool tore off the November page with shaky hands. Though written in a not-so-pretty handwriting, she had decorated the D-Day with much care. As she was concerned what her coworkers might think, she could not tear up the calendar, throw it away nor cross off that day with a red X. It would have been the last weekend of November. In other words, one day from today. Tomorrow. Actually, the real 200 days celebration day was two weeks ago. So why would the trip be marked for the current week? It was all because of this damn company. On the actual celebration day, the poor Na-Yool had been urgently dragged to help on a project which had reached its deadline, therefore she had to cancel the reservation made two months ago with her boyfriend for an expensive getaway in Gapyeong. And the next weekend, she cancelled again due to some work she had already postponed once. Now, it looked like the long-awaited tomorrow turned into an extension of todays night overtime. And all of it suddenly started yesterday. Yes, it was yesterday. She had been completely tied up with work and it would most likely last until next week. Her trip was definitely not happening. And as a matter of fact, her boyfriend, whose complaints about her being such a workaholic had reached its utmost point, had finally announced the end of this sluggish relationship. This was exactly 5 seconds after the words I dont think we can go on the trip this week either had crossed Na-Yools lips. Lets just break up, Na-Yool. Huh? You dont seem to like me that much anyway, and Im tired of waiting for you to change. For real. You dont seem to like me, Sang-Hoon, Na-Yools 4 years older boyfriend C no, now ex-boyfriend, would always retort. This was the trump card he would always use on Na-Yool, even though she already felt sorry and remorseful. As if to emphasize he sacrificed himself in this relationship for the sake of a half heartedly involved Na-Yool, Sang-Hoon would repeat those words over and over to stir up her guilt. It was like he was trying to force her to deny it vehemently, to get the words Thats not it at all out. So naturally, she thought he would stop at it, like always. Kim Na-Yool. Did you hear me? Lets break up. Oppa. Its just Gapyeong. We already visited there a few times before. If you want to go on a trip, we can go to Jeju next time, or wherever you want to. Next time, my ass! There is no next time. Did you just swear at me? Since when was my ass an insult? What bullshit is that. Are you a thug or what? Ah! You said it. Didnt you just swear at me too? Whos the thug now? Oh god, what a load of crap. Wow. You cursed. You did. Kim Na-Yool the Thug. You started it! I just said ass, I didnt say you were one! Its the same thing! How can a man swear in front of his woman! As far as Na-Yool remembered, they had always fought in a childish and shameful way. And with not much difference, their pathetic fight last night had pathetically ended with their separation. But Sang-Hoon looked more serious than usual, and sick of it, rather than just tired. It seemed to be really over this time. Of course, its not like I dont feel sorry. In any case, setting aside the fact that working overtime on a Friday night was not her choice, it was a trip that Sang-Hoon had eagerly waited for. It was her who had ruined their original plans, her who had to postpone it the second time, and her again who had made them cancel the trip just before going. Whatever her intention was, it was the outcome that mattered. Na-Yool looked at the torn calendar page with a new perspective. If she had gone as far as to act out of character and mark their trip with little hearts on the 200th day of being together, it was because she felt pressured by Sang-Hoon. She had convinced herself that she had to feel things. At first, a sense of guilt, and this time, a sense of duty to go on the trip despite her reluctance. To think I thought I had to How stupid of me. That very mindset had been downright wrong. Like Sang-Hoon said, maybe she really did not like him much. So it was probably for the best. Breaking up was the right thing to do. They would not have to waste more time with each other. Not only did she not have free time on weekends, she never really wanted to go on that trip anyway. She did not want to get dragged around all day long following his plans C and more importantly, she hated that a man would earnestly count how many days are left until their 200th celebration day Thinking back, Na-Yool turned away from the calendar, as if she gave it the cold shoulder. Back to facing her empty monitor, she fell into despair again. Chapter 3 To Na-Yools own surprise, she was more distraught over the loss of her files than the breakup. Her separation with Sang-Hoon was simply like pepper sprinkled on a spicy chicken C it squeezed out a few tears from her eyes Indeed, it was like that, but she was now crying and wiped her nose periodically. Ah, I really feel like crap She got dumped yesterday, and today she had to work overtime by herself, all because she had lost all her files right when she was about to get off work. As soon as the clock would have hit 12:00 a.m. and the last bus would have passed the bus stop in front of the company, it would be the day when that crappy ?Gapyeong Trip? was scheduled. And Na-Yool would have remained in loneliness here as she fell asleep doing the same stupid thing from earlier, over and over again. Then the sun would rise but no trip to Gapyeong. Instead, she would repeatedly take short naps until the draft proposals approved by Mr. Kwon, the president, were approved by the client. Even if she were to strain herself to finish all the work tonight, it would not be the end. In the morning, Kwon Si-Jin, that man, would reject her proposals at least five times, and she would have until Saturday 4:00 p.m. to get confirmation from the client. Usually, it is not common for a client to ask as many revisions of the proposal as the president does when he turns it down several times before its delivery to the client. But that client had always been particularly demanding, and Na-Yool expected he would request for several detailed revisions. Eventually, her day would fly by doing those corrections. There really was no hope for Gapyeong. As she wiped her tears, Na-Yools crumpled the calendar page and threw it in the trash can. Soon after, she threw the whole calendar. The cute bear character looked up at her from inside the trash can with a lovable expression. Feeling even more annoyed, Na-Yool angrily grabbed a bunch of tissues and threw it on top. Come to think of it, the calendar was also a present from Sang-Hoon. He had never bought her anything of value, but he would often give her small simple gifts that she liked. At the thought of his humble kindness, the tears came back. I must be crazy. Had she gone mad due to her lack of sleep? She remembered feeling relieved when she stepped out of his car though. Not exactly super relieved, but rather relieved it is over. Rather relieved that it was over. Yes, that is how she felt. Nevertheless, Na-Yool did not get a wink of sleep after she returned home last night and the same happened today. It was not the breakup itself that had kept her from sleep. The boring place that Gapyeong was, the trip that, to begin with, she did not want to go on, the celebration day she couldnt care less about Even if she was sad about those things getting ruined, it was not the main reason. It was just her current life Her relationship, her daily life It felt like everything was falling down like dominos because of that asshole, who made it impossible for her to do what everyone does Kwon Si-Jin Bastard Many rumors circulated about him: That he was a third-generation conglomerate who started the company for fun, that his parents owned the expensive Gangnam district, or that he was in fact the CEO of a famous law firm that was renowned across the country Although the scale varied, all these stories had one underlying meaning. President Kwon is the son of a filthy rich family. Honestly, what kind of 32-year-old man nowadays could make such a fortune by himself? It was natural to think it was thanks to being backed up. However, Ethical Communications, which celebrated its 4th founding anniversary this year, had grown rapidly from a small advertising planning office run by 3 employees, including the President, to a 40-employee advertising company. Only someone from a rich family who could afford it could, at just 28, set up his own office instead of getting a job. But the office was tiny, and therefore not as fancy as expected from someone living in wealth. A third-generation conglomerate, a rich Gangnam landowner there was no way he was one. Chapter 4 But look at where they were now. This excessively large workspace was occupied by merely 40 employees, when at least 200 of them could comfortably fit in. Consequently, the walking distance between departments was endless. As for the private offices, one could easily get one with a small promotion. In addition, anyone who would see the huge and artistically shaped imported tables placed all over the building in a mismatched manner would doubt that they were in Korea. In Na-Yools opinion, this waste of space was not Korean-like at all. What would have been Korean is something reasonably priced and practical. If some crazy guy were to ride a motorized scooter in this stadium-like workplace, it would be like a picture from office spaces overseas. Rather than produce tight profits for a self-made entrepreneur, the place seemed to be busy satisfying the artistic ego of a rich precious son. In another word, pure vanity. Showing off, really. From various print ads to video ads production, the company was perfectly run without outsourcing its work. Nevertheless, to build such a creative environment for its employees was somewhat excessive. At least, that was her thought as a Korean. In addition, if you wondered if this company were a creative gathering of young and ingenuous employees, you could not be more wrong. From PR consulting for both small and large companies, to crunching numbers to make it worth, every day, the smell of their lust for money would linger around. Na-Yool did not see the creative environment they were in as the rich boys self-indulgence, nor was it a support to the employees. In her eyes, it was purely to serve their high-end business strategy. The office space supported the idea that, even if the company made an advert with the same concept and design as competing companies, it would sell at a higher price because its image of creativity and professionalism would make it stand out. Of course, how much different it could be is questionable. But just as some buyers value the brand image of what they buy rather than its price, the same goes for the seller too. They gave more importance to their image than to care about the way product price is set. And that is what Si-Jin had built his success on. And would continue to. Probably In our case, were busy inflating the unit price. Did that man realize how dreamy such an extravagant life was? He did have an eye for design, though Na-Yool thought that, at this point, whether he was a wealthy conglomerate or a middle-class worker, it would not matter to the company. Indeed, despite being a jerk, he had led a diligent life. Compared to the small office he started with, the current one was like a display of his wealth. But why did it matter? The point anyway was that no matter how big or small, Si-Jin had the money to start it. And also, a strong determination. Yes. He had lived way too hard. Every time she saw him, Na-Yool would recall the idiom Only the wealthy do not need to spend to live well. It truly was the case. Even if he had lived leisurely, he would have lived a great life. But no, that smart one, he had to go and try living hard! Na-Yool suspected that, if there was a God, he had favored Kwon Si-jin with wealth. She wondered though how much more He had favored him for living harder than the lowly lives He had put at his feet. No, it was actually very easy to guess. That is how a deep-rooted discrimination was passed down from one generation to the next. Right. So he had everything, thats it. He was born smart and raised well in a good family. Sure, he was financially assisted by his parents. But he chose his own path, had ambition and a good instinct to serve it, undeniable business skills, and tenacity. Indeed, he had not even one bad quality. In fact, almost in a scary way, he was the only perfect man in Na-Yools narrow world. This was why Na-Yool also used to like him C though only very briefly. It was not to an extent where she hoped for something to happen between them. She just liked to look at him. And naturally, she would feel flustered if he looked back, as it was impossible for Na-Yool to resist such a pleasant handsome man, because this was the first time she had ever seen a man so perfect C both inside and out. Chapter 5 Two years ago, just after she left her previous company to work at Si-Jins, Na-Yool was full of energy and enthusiasm. She was light-hearted too. That kind of feeling where you let your guard down. Which is to say, just the right time to fall in love. Due to family circumstances, she started to work before she even graduated from university. She had worked for a small office, a middle-sized company, an advertising agency, and then a design agency. But it was her first time working in such a big company. One in which the space was meant to be felt through your senses, a pure display of extravagance. It had crossed Na-Yools mind that maybe she had endured the humiliation her whole life for the sake of getting employed at Ethical Communications. The first time she truly felt like a designer was when she came here for her job interview. And once officially employed, she finally started feeling like a person whose creative process was acknowledged, and not like an insignificant pawn that was ordered around. Of course, it was one kind of a syndrome. The artist syndrome. Na-Yool was deluded. The employees that wandered around the splendid building dressed in style were not the artists Na-Yool first thought they were. The problem was Si-Jins determination and integrity. Si-Jins integrity standards were set up, and the employees followed blindly. All shine but no substance No, as it were, they were more precisely like zombies that roamed in broad daylight with dead eyes. Na-Yool would sometimes even be concerned about whether they were actually breathing. With the talent of a few members of the elite come great results was her personal conviction. But no matter how hard she looked, it seemed like that elite had turned into zombies too. And, despite her initial aversion to their behavior, Na-Yool soon turned into one of them. But at least, her situation had improved from her previous workplace. She was a pawn that was capable of creativity. Fortunately, the situation from 2 years ago and now were different. The number of humans occupying this spacious office increased by about ten people, and the zombies faces were injected with some liveliness. Unfortunately, two editorial designers who worked with Na-Yool took maternity leave at the same time. The last member of her team is a free spirit artist from Hongdae, who are good at what they do well and invariably fail at what they are not good at. Someone with nice ideas, but not very helpful, so to speak. When 2 weeks ago Na-Yool got dragged to take care of the project that was way past its deadline, that artistic junior of hers was the cause of it. These days, Na-Yool was swamped with work: the heavy workload which even the three people could barely handle, dealing with the incidents created by the Hongdae guy She had no time to push head above water to take a breath. Just as she thought she could take a breather, the incident with Sang-Hoon had sunk her deeper into the water. And today, her computer failure was the final nail of her coffin. Thankfully, generous incentives C the companys greatest merit C fattened up her bank account. But she had no time to spend it anyway, so why would she care? That guy, really always pushing his work on others That was problematic. Because after all, he was the one with the most responsibilities. That was a problem, and so forth the reason he would never understand others. Someone too perfect cannot understand those who are not. Someone who lived too diligently cannot understand someone who did not live as hard as they do. Someone smart and talented cannot understand someone ordinary. As the president of the company, Si-Jin checked all these 3 boxes. Therefore, even if Na-Yool were to stay here all night like a dead fish, he would not even snort at her. No matter how hard Na-Yool struggled, she still would not be recognized by Si-Jin. In fact, from the very beginning, she had always been an ugly duckling in his eyes. Kim Na-Yool. As she hallucinated that Si-Jin had called her, Na-Yool suddenly woke up. Was I asleep? Of course she was C who would not be in her situation? Dejected and upset at herself, she turned off the computer without a glance at it. At any rate, her hands were tied until tomorrow evening, so whether she was to take a nap now or later, it would not be the end of the world. Chapter 6 Plus, it was no use labor now, as Kwon Si-Jin would likely tear her work to pieces in the morning. Consequently, it was better to sleep shortly to at least wake up with a clear mind. Then I will get a higher chance to win him over. Even if he did review her proposals repeatedly, Na-Yool was skeptical about the difference it could make, but she always kept her opinion for herself. It was the only way. Whenever Si-Jin came to her mind, in one sense or another, she felt that she faced the limit of her patience. She could not run away from that snobbish workplace, but she wanted to. She wanted to hit him once, and sometimes she even wanted to strangle that neck of his. She did not even want to see his handsome face for the rest of her life, though she wondered if she would sometimes miss it As she followed the fire alarms lights from the ceiling, Na-Yool headed off for the female employees nap room. Due to the nature of the work, Na-Yools team could work from home anytime. But no matter how overloaded she was, to bring work home was out of the question. Because of my stubbornness, Im dying at work like this, but Anyhow, the companys facilities C another feature to show off to the guests C were great. If she were to die from overwork, it would be a good place to do so. The mattress was better than her own bed and, unlike her messy house that she had not cared for in a while, a lady would clean the nap room twice a day. Why would Na-Yool need to go home when fresh and soft blankets washed every day were at her disposal here? My life is a mess, really. Be it for every inch of her dirty house, or for her own self alone in the dark and deserted office, it all just felt dreary. All of it was President Kwons fault. His standards were just too high for Na-Yool to even reach it for life, and he would never notice her. But why did it matter? She would not be the first one he is dissatisfied with. Yeah, and thats one more person for him to torture, so I guess he likes it. Enlightened by that piece of fact, her voice went high. She was having mood swings. She had not slept for 4 days. Yesterday it was because of Sang-Hoon, and the two days before, because of work. If she survived today, it was all thanks to the 4 cups of americano coffee and 4 bottles of Bacchus energy drink she had drunk. Simply put, she was not in her right mind. That was probably why. Why Na-Yool started following the lights, walking as if possessed, driven solely by her pent-up anger, like a pathetic moth that instinctively charged headfirst into the light, unaware that it was about to crash. Her footsteps, which were supposed to take her to the nap room, unconsciously deviated by about 15 degrees. By the time she somewhat came back to her senses, she had already entered President Kwons office. Even worse, she did not even knock No, knocking or not was not the worst issue anymore. Mr.President, I dont think this is right. Her tongue was already wagging despite her own will. Her feet, which had already entered the room, seemed to have no intention of stopping either. Na-Yool glanced once at her feet, as if looking at someone elses, and once at him, who she could see from a distance. Barely visible in the dimly lit office, he sat at the edge of a large desk with his back obliquely to the door, from where he could not hear Na-Yools voice. He held a document in one hand and gazed down at it, looking too absorbed to hear anything. As expected, Si-Jin had not gone home yet. He had made a habit of staying in his office at this time, so she was not surprised. Should she stop now? Fortunately, that guy had not noticed her, maybe she could silently get out as if she never came in No, that would not do. Na-Yool was madly conflicted. To disappear after she pretended that she did not come in was such a stupid idea. This is why people need sleep. For their brain to do that thing. Think. Chapter 7 Na-Yools unstoppable footsteps went around the long sofa. Though it was an office in name, the sofa itself was big enough for ten people to comfortably sit down. Si-Jins hand that held the document was gripped firmly C its prominent knuckles showed. It looked serious. An alarm went off in Na-Yools head C she would not interrupt. Had he not heard her? No, he must have ignored her. From Na-Yools experience, he had a tendency to not hear things going around him when he was focused on something else. But a little voice that told her to see this through since she had already intruded anyway, muddled her brain. After all, she had already started to complain How long is he going to ignore me? He could just chew her out if he were annoyed, but it was in his nasty temper to not impose sanctions right away. Si-Jin always acted this way. With a calm and detached attitude, he would deliberately wait patiently for the things that annoyed him to pile up, to then pick on his victims with sharp criticism. She could see his smile, usually charming but now twisted in an odd manner, that properly revealed his mug-like temper. His wicked personality did not match with his proper image at all. No matter how much she looked at him, he clearly was not her type. Na-Yool finally reached the other side of the desk on which Si-Jin sat C her presence was resolutely disregarded. She was not about to make a great speech, but like it happens in those moments, she could hear her heart beat furiously. Come on, turn around Mr. President. You must be busy working this late at night. I am sorry to impose on you, it was not my intention. The case with the fixed deadline is progressing smoothly as you advised. I also hmm reviewed Seung-Jaes roadway idea and hmm of course you probably already knew that I would have no problem handling it, and I doubt you have any questions, so, well, if it is fine with you, I was wondering if the both of us could, outside of work oh wait, that was misleading, haha Na-Yools awkward laugh got lost into the void without even an echo back. Of course I am not here, at this late time, to bother you with personal matters, Mr. President. In all seriousness, I would like to make a suggestion regarding my working conditions. If you would be kind enough to listen to it just once Si-Jin kept ignoring her. Up until the part she stormed into his office, she could pretend she had sleepwalked. But now that she had come this far, she would be labeled a lunatic if she was to use It was all part of a dream where I talked while sleeping. I am sorry as an excuse. Though to be honest, she was tempted to do so That bastard, here Im talking, and he doesnt even turn to look at me? On the other hand, she also felt overwhelmingly upset. Like a very thin sheet of ice on a stream in the early winter that was about to break, her rationality was fractured. That is why people must sleep. Sleep. About me complaining about having a hard time because of Ye-Euns maternity leave I am aware that you do not want to listen to it, but in all sincerity, from the bottom of my heart, I am really having it hard, Mr. President. Kang-Hee and Ye-Eun, all the work that the two of them were doing fell onto me. You know it did. You told me to temporarily share their work with Seung-Jae, but dont you know it too? That I am the one doing it all. Though she started to plead in a calm and composed voice, she ended up sounding aggressive. However, Si-Jins broad back remained silent. What in the world was he trying to achieve by ignoring her? Her insides boiled with anger as Na-Yool grit her teeth and continued, with her anger about to break at its seams. Seung-Jaes ideas are artistic, and each of them has potential. I admit it. And I am amazed at his work. I taught him everything, after all. It is not that he lacks talent. But Mr. President, you more than anyone else know that our projects have been overturned since he joined. To be blunt, though Seung-Jae is good with the sparkles, he cannot handle even one ordinary mans share of work. And every time he turns a project into a mess, dont you always push everything on me? Chapter 8 So, Mr. President, you have to acknowledge that my workload has exceeded the amount I am getting paid for. Kang-Hee, Ye-Eun, Seung-Jae my hands are full of their work. I am cleaning up their mess by myself. Even if Ye-Eun, who is in her postnatal period, could come back soon, until then I cannot do it with only Seung-Jae, Mr. President. No way. I know you always consider carefully who you employ. It would be hard to hire a replacement, or even a temp, because of Kang-Hee and Ye-Eun. At most, their maternity leave could last 2/3 years, and it could be a pain to dispose of the temp once both come back. I understand. But even if not Ye-Euns share, at least Kang-Hees Ah, no, I am being too hasty here and that is not for me to judge, but if you would consider hiring one temp for our team Mr. President, are you listening? Mr. President? Normally, Si-Jin would have already shut her mouth when she said I cannot do it, No way and You have to acknowledge it. His reaction was way too strange. Na-Yool glared at the back of his head with an annoyed expression. But suddenly her face tensed up with anxiousness as she was concerned that he might have passed out in a standing position. Mr. President? Mr. President, are you alright? Na-Yool was now seriously worried. With her current unstable state of mind combined with her anger, maybe it was her who could not hear a thing. As she focused her attention on Si-Jin, she could hear a heavy breathing that broke the silence in an ominous way. It was kind of like a groan, almost imperceptible, as if he were out of breath Ha, uuugh Oh my god, Mr. President. Are you sure you are okay? The document was held high in the left hand, which Na-Yool could barely see from her side, and shined under the high light stand. She noticed that the paper was slightly wrinkled, as the hand firmly squeezed it. Something was definitely wrong. From a distance, it looked as if his body, which until now seemed to just lean on the desk, dangerously shook. It was so tense that Na-Yool could almost see his spine through his shirt, which hugged his back. It looked as if he battled an indescribable pain. Was his stomach hurting? Maybe the appendix? Yes, if it was the right side it should be the appendix. If it was painful enough for him to clutch on it, it must be serious. And the way his right arm moved as if he had put some strength in it and suddenly lost energy C it was not natural. What could possibly be so painf- Now was not the time to think. Even if she did not like him, Si-Jin had to be helped. She bit her lips and walked towards him with haste. As I thought youre not well, Mr. President. Ha Look at your breathing! How painful it must be, for you to not even be able to speak since earlier! I know work is important but think about your health first Her eyes met his head, as their hot and cold breaths intertwined in the air between them. Na-Yools hand, which had grabbed Si-Jins shoulder, quietly slid off. Just then, a wireless earbud, blasting heavy music, fell from Si-Jins ear. As if it had waited for the right moment, a flaunty guitar riff started to play and resonated in the heavy silence. Time had stopped. There she was C in front of her perverted boss who was enthusiastically jerking off as he worked overtime. Chapter 2 C Midnight Saturday, 00:00 a.m. At this very moment, the sensation of time had stopped was probably an illusion created by a shared sense of desperation. It was hard to tell whether it was a short time period that felt like an eternity, or if a long time had actually passed. Both stared at each other blankly, like some cavemen deprived of language. How nice it would be if time had indeed stopped. Unfortunately, as the guitar riff that rose from the floor increased in volume, Na-Yool felt the fast flow of time run through her skin. Chapter 9 Never had she known a more solemn moment in her whole life. Unable to face the head any longer, she looked even more down, and expected her eyes to meet the floor. But just then, like a camera that zoomed in to focus, his thing aggressively filled her vision. That thing, that the mans thick-boned and elongated fingers gripped resolutely its ugliness was unmatched. As far as she could look back at her previous experiences, Na-Yool had never met a man with such an ugly long, huge thing. Not to mention, how could it look so unreservedly proud, despite being the one responsible for the humiliation, embarrassment, and indecency of the situation? I dont think I could even hold it in my han Such a nasty thing, why would I even? Why would I?! As if she had seen the most hideous thing on Earth, Na-Yool feigned to shudder and lifted her head in an unnatural manner. It was only then that her eyes met Si-Jins, frozen like a statue, a few seconds too late. A chill passed them by. Si-Jin remained unfazed, seemingly composed as he always was. But Na-Yool could tell. She could tell he searched for the right timing to nonchalantly put his junk back in place, in vain. Well, first of all, Im sorry. Ugh, what should I say Yeah, somewhat, Im sorry. Really, I am. I just It never crossed my mind that you would be, hmm, releasing some stress, here by yourself I swear, Mr. President, I had no intention to invade your private time, no, your intimacy I should say Kim Na-Yool. Dont you even know how to knock? How could I not, Mr. President! His sarcasm was so embarrassing that she shot back an obsequious answer. Awkwardness floated in the air. Yes. Yes, of course I know. I did. mumbled Na-Yool back. Of course, she had not knocked, and besides, her actions were the result of a kind of somnambulism caused by overwork. But the pervert who was too busy masturbating to hear a thing need not know that. While she showed a submissive attitude, she inwardly beat Si-Jins dignity to the pulp. From all the topics they could be discussing now, he wanted to argue about the knocking! Mr. President, you were so engrossed in your work that you could not hear it, that is all. That work. she said, looking down on his unsightly lower half. Her eyes twitched under her lowered eyelids as she tried to somehow defiantly stare at his thing, but eventually failed. She could not bring herself to get a proper look, but he probably did not notice. She raised her head with confidence as she pretended to not be affected. As shameless as ever, Si-Jin was still composed, but a very thin crack in both his calm face and his head, could be seen. As she lifted her head higher, Na-Yool noticed both cracks getting wider. Even with a diminished field of vision, she had no trouble seeing the lower one slowly starting to shine. In other words, she was unconsciously aware of the sticky situation they both were in. Arent you supposed to wait for an answer after knocking? So I waited. She actually did not, but again, that pervert should not have blocked his ears in the first place. Why did you come in if you were waiting then? I obviously thought that you were not in your office, and that I could quietly drop the documents and leave. It is late already, and I did not know if you had already left or not. Na-Yool shook her head in a What else could I have done? stance. Good, she lied smoothly. It was her first time feeling this confident in front of him. I got you by the balls, Im the one with the upper-hand, got it? As she adopted an arrogant attitude, her feelings could be clearly conveyed to Sin-Jin. Si-Jin grinned as if it was nothing. But Na-Yool saw it. The faint flicker at the corners of his mouth. Is the companys messenger system for decoration? The more important the document is, I would rather you sign it in person. Analogue is best. It was the answer she had given to Si-Jin when he once asked Why would you take the trouble to run around to do work you could do sitting comfortably at your desk? to break her spirit. She remembered the dirty look he gave her, when she then dared to ask why he felt the need to harass people in their face. And how he pestered her even more after he persistently called for her. Chapter 10 That memory was worth that space it had taken in her mind C she could not wait to use it now to provoke him. Because Si-Jin now looked even more displeased. Kim Na-Yool, in the analogue world that you like, from a common-sense standpoint, the fact that there is no answer is the answer. With all due respect, I doubt you are qualified to comment about common sense at the moment Are you not yourself holding your dick in front of a female subordinate, Mr. President? It was the very first time in her life she said the word dick. Na-Yool feared she would die if she let such crude words out of her mouth, but as it allowed her to trample over Si-Jin, it was not that bad. At the sight of Si-Jin frozen due to her words, said with no hesitation, Na-Yool brightly exclaimed: Oh dear, now that I say it out loud, it sure sounds like I should report you! Indeed, you look just like a sexual harasser. She could see his lips now shake slightly. Somehow, it seemed she had triggered his anger rather than his sense of shame, which she had aimed for. But even so, was he not a pervert who had exposed his lower half at work? A pervert with an Adonis face. At this very instant, Kwon Si-Jin looked more insignificant than ever. Of course, its not like I will report it. I did come in without knowing you were enjoying your private timeand I understand that, unable to overcome the urge, you tried to relieve your desire without even considering where you were Thats enough. Yes, it couldnt be helped. Such a disgusting thing, it must be in your instinct Enough, shut up. The higher ground that Na-Yool stood on shook and, out of habit, she shut up at once. It truly was a very unfortunate habit. The thought that she had in fact no reason to be silenced only crossed her mind a few seconds later. Just as Na-Yool was about to open her mouth again, Si-Jin came one step closer. So you think you got something on me, huh? How cocky. His expression, indifferent so far, distorted into a foul one. He threw behind him the documents he held and faced Na-Yool with his erected penis, now freed from his grasp, that pointed straight towards her with no intention to hide nor subdue. Very intimidating as if to stab her. Si-Jin smirked. Come on, go run your mouth about it. Go tell everyone that you saw with your own eyes President Kwon jerking off in his office instead of working. A thug. He sounds like a perfect thug. It was the only word Na-Yool could come up with to describe his wicked nature. And the only word that filled her head at that instant. A thug. No doubt, he was a thug in the flesh. It is the truth after all, isnt it? Did someone say it was not? But would someone trust your words? Our Kim Na Yool must have hated me a little. It was not his usual stiff Kim Na Yool tone, but a softer, mocking Kim Na Yool. A friendly tone that mimicked the way her close colleagues would talk to her. Si-Jin came one step closer. As he was closing the distance between them, Na-Yool tried to step back. But he grabbed her by the forearm and reduced the distance even more. In the midst of it, Na-Yool was internally relieved that the hand that grabbed her was not the one he had used to grab his dick no, his thing. But Si-Jins expression scared her nevertheless. First, please let me go I must have caused our Kim Na-Yool some trouble. Im glad you are aware of it. It might feel like a silver lining in the cloud storm, but how regrettable. No one knows about your grudge. About how much you hate me. A cheeky smile beamed on his handsome face. As she sensed that she could fall for him if she let down her guard even a little, Na-Yool tried to pull herself together. Only one thing brought her to her senses, his thing that swung at the corner of her eye. She hated it even more than its owner But why the hell was he not putting that ugly thing back in? Did he think she would be intimidated by its menacing stiffness? What makes you think I would tell this matter only to people from the company? Although my personal antipathy has nothing to do with outsiders Well, obviously because, thinking rationally, it is absurd to do otherwise. On your way home after resigning, in an urge to curse me out, you might spout whatever nonsense to the first blockhead willing to lend you an ear. But if it spreads, be sure I will sue the two blockheads that you are for defamation. I have no intention to quit my job. Chapter 11 How surprising. For you to run your mouth like this, I expected you had already written your resignation letter. You sound like you would write it for me if I said I didnt. Isnt it common sense? Lets not talk about common sense when you are still not making much sense yourself at this very moment. Having it out like this Its ok, nothing difficult in closing a zipper. Dont you think? Do you think the issue will be solved just by closing your zipper when it is so erected? You clearly cant even walk to the parking lot. How kind of you to worry about me, Ms. Na-Yool. Not like you will help me release it, anyway. He called her name in a suave mocking tone. Their conversation took a weird turn, but neither of them gave way. A bizarre discussion with no concession. Na-Yool, unyielding, glared down at Si-Jins imposing thing. As if she would get intimidated enough to jerk him off! You should finish what you started yourself. Please refrain from sexually harassing your female subordinate. How could that count as sexual harassment? And strictly speaking, arent I the victim here? You were the one who entered without permission and peeped at my body. I was not peeping It is also you who looked at my private part, forcibly shaming me, leaving a permanent mental scar How brazen of you to say that, when you dont even know a thing about shame. Ouch, thats hurtful. Hurtful, what a joke. I can concede you might pull it out when you are alone, but why do you keep it so crudely standing out when Im here with you? This is clearly a sexual assault, Mr. President. So now its sexual assault? Of course, How much more do you want to provoke me? Did he need to ejaculate soon? Anyway, do whatever you want, but for now just look a bit more. No, thank you. That is disgusting. Why should I? Because thanks to you Im about to cum. Yikes! No way! Dont you dare grab it! With you staring at my dick so intensely since earlier, I dont think my hand is needed. Startled, Na-Yool lifted her head. Si-Jins had a depraved look, oddly contrasting his neat face. He who always looked calm and composed, he did not wear his sophisticated teasing smile either. It was as if he had removed his outer layer to reveal a face filled with raw desire. A sense of discomfort quickly spread into the air. The atmosphere that surrounded Na-Yool felt unfamiliar, and even breathing was getting difficult. She took a few short hot breaths. She screwed up. She felt that thought to the bone. I did no- You looked at it like you were going to devour it. No. Never. Have you starved for a while now? Absolutely not. Na-Yool answered rigidly, looking aimlessly somewhere beyond Si-Jin. Just then, the hand that had grabbed her forearm slid around her waist. Her spine straightened up with tension. Well, if you say so. I mean it. I was so shocked that you would let it out in the open, with no basic human manners, it was meant to catch my attention Then, are you aware that right now, in the middle of the night, You, me, and my erected dick, are all alone here? Some employees from the Video Department might still be around Do you want them to be? You really want someone to see us like this? The manly hand wrapped around Na-Yools waist and his thing pointed up even more towards her. Na-Yools hands instinctively went on his chest to keep her balance. No doubt Na-Yool would be seen as the one responsible for the excitement of his deadly weapon. They looked like a couple playing around, not paying attention to where they are. Cunning bastard! Thats, thats unfair. Kim Na-Yool actually plays around every night with President Kwon in his office. Yeah, sounds nice. He sputtered such bullshit with a low, sweet voice. Na-Yool quivered in protest. I would have to lose my mind for it to ever happen! Look at my handsome boy. Rather than my hand, doesnt it look happier to have you getting it up, Ms. Na-Yool? Take into consideration the common sense of the witness. Even in the midst of this, his arrogance was unmatched. Although ultimately, he was nothing more than a self-erected pervert in a bind. Chapter 12 I am being reasonable here. If we both keep it for ourselves, no one will know weve been playing around. Can you stop talking so shamelessly as if something actually happened? And if someone has to keep silent, that would be me. What I am saying is that Im willing to turn a blind eye. So, will you overlook this incident? At this point, she felt bewitched. To begin with, I told you I have no intention to resign. So there is no way I would spread rumors about it. Then you should have piped down and escaped when I scared you earlier. Before getting caught up like this. Well, since I caught my employers weakness already, shouldnt I use it to ask for something? Sure, go ahead. Will you grant it? Lets hear it first. For someone doing things only a trenchcoated man in front of a girl school would do, you sure are conceited. Actually, if you were to jerk me off with your own hands, we could turn that relationship into a true fact, and there will be no need to grant any annoying demand. I know that with my dick out like this it is hard to believe, but Im a well-mannered man. Why would I want such a dirty relationship? Isnt that what you wanted in the first place? Why else, if you met a pervert, would you not run away before getting caught in his dirty deed, like a normal person? You misread my facial expression. Its not the sight of the freaking erected pervert that triggered my hunger, its just Na-Yool was at loss for words. She wished it were because of his inappropriate brazenness and lack of rationality, but she could not ignore that he had hit the mark. The humiliation she felt from it had left her speechless. Si-Jins enormous penis is still standing proud, its head firmly held high, as if to stab her at any moment. It is even uglier, even more threatening than earlier, but is never touching her body. There is a safe distance between them. There is no strength either in the arm wrapped around her waist. She can escape at any time. But she does not. She must have gone mad. With a straight face, as if he never got excited by her gaze, Si-Jin said: So tell me what you want. Because right now, if you only agreed to sleep with me once, I feel like I could kneel in front of you and crawl like a dog. Would you feel relieved if I was implicated directly? How scared do you think I am of your loose lips? Not like I need to sleep with you just to shut your mouth anyway. Look at you, still bluffing at this point. I know you fear that I will tell the whole neighborhood about your nasty hobby. Contrary to Na-Yools casual tone, her hands trembled. She let them down and they inadvertently fell near Si-Jins lower region. She truly had lost her mind. She was drawn to him as if under a spell. Her thin wrist brushed against the tip of his erected penis, on the verge of bursting. She panted hot air. Si-Jin chuckled and whispered: Well, arent you a little too cute to scare me? You just keep on ignoring me Right now, you get me so horny. Its just what it is. You got hard by yourself. Not because of me. I already came once earlier. So right now, this is all on you. Im so hard, what should I do with you? His sharp laughter and cracked voice indicated he had lost patience. He roughly pulled Na-Yool closer to him. His raging penis rubbed against her abdomen, unwavering. Ugh Hnng Such lovely moans. More than I imagined. More than he imagined? Before she could get a proper feel of the foreign object, he turned her over and pushed her to the desk. Na-Yool was now half-lying on the desk, with Si-Jin on top of her. Uuuhh are you really the President that I know? she asked in a last moment of doubt, as she surrendered her body. For doing it with a stranger, our cock-gazing Kim Na-Yool is doing pretty great How can you such crude words Who was it who first commented on her boss dick? Chapter 13 Si-Jin boldly unbuttoned Na-Yools blouse. He opened it without untucking the part tucked into her skirt, which revealed only her chest covered up by her bra. Youve got racier tastes than you look. he said, commenting on her underwear. The cheerful tone of his voice told her that he was rather pleased about this fact. Si-Jin did not unhook her bra. Instead, he pushed it up, asking nonchalantly: What about your boyfriend? We broke up. Or else how could I do such a crazy thing When. Two uuuhh days ago. From your most recent accomplishments, its my favorite one. Am I that bad at doing my work? Lets just say you did particularly good with this one, Ms. Na-Yool. he whispered in her ears, while his big hands grabbed her full chest. He had used polite speech, as if to signify he was really happy about it. And, with great satisfaction, he started to fondle her breast, as he kneaded it into various shapes. CONTENT WARNING: SLIGHT DUB CON (from this point forward) I- uuh, I did not initiate it. Oh so you didnt dump him, he did, then? How lower can you get, doing this with me If I was the one who dumped him, I would feel too sorry to even be doing it. You had a clean break-up, so no need to feel this way. I am not like you, Mr. President. What do you mean, like me? a cocky jerk Dont pretend to be all innocent when you are lying down under that cocky jerk on your own volition! Ahnnng! Tweaking Na-Yools nipples in opposite directions, Si-Jin laughed spitefully. I will be the pervert here, so be at ease. His tender tone was self-contradictory. Na-Yools skirt crawled up against his firm thighs. His fingers, digging thoroughly between her legs, pulled her tights down to her thighs. The inside of her underwear was already wet. Closing her legs together, Na-Yool tried to sit back. But Si-Jin firmly held her back and, burying his lips in her cleavage, whispered: You act all disgusted by your pervy boss erected cock, but here you are, all wet before my fingers even penetrate you, already turned on by having your tits teased Hnn Looks like I am not the only pervert here, Ms. Na-Yool. His penis already dripping with pre-cum, he slowly rubbed her bare thighs, as if about to enter her. Her skirt crawled up even farther, up to her stomach. Si-Jin pressed his lips on her chin and smiled brightly. With you overflowing down like this, who would take you for a quiet and docile employee? Ngh Dont think you can, make fun of me. If I open my mouth about this incident, you will Its too late now. Youre so wet my dick is eager to slip in. If you dont, like it, hnng, then put it away! Im loving it, thats the thing. Are you always this wet? Ungh! Hnnng Or did I give you too much freedom? What, freedom? If you had time to fool around with your boyfriend, I wonder if the working environment is too carefree. Too carefree? Are you crazy? Na-Yool gave him a dark glare, more resentful for his choice of the word carefree than his casual sexual remarks that invaded her daily life. Meanwhile, Si-Jin pulled out a condom from who-know-where and smoothly rolled it on his raging penis. Shrugging his shoulder, he said in a mocking tone: Truth is, I was even surprised to hear you were dating someone. What are you sayihng! It was the voice of a convicted criminal. But every time she would protest, her mind would go out. Her tights down to her knees, Na-Yools legs were now binded. Instead of pulling it all the way down, Si-Jin lifted her legs and brought her knees up on her chest. Forced into this position, Na-Yools lady parts were in Si-Jins full view. And there was no use struggling. Hnnn, let Let you what? Let go of me Mr. President After all this? He softly rejected Na-Yools plea. She felt his hot breath on her wet underwear, suddenly even damper under his cold touch. Na-Yool quivered. Only then did the hot breath directly touch her wet skin. His red tongue dug into the crack. Uuhng! The obscene squelching sound bothered her ears. Si-Jins soft organ pocked the inside of her wet hole, gently sucking her burning up genitals. Not exactly conservative but not very open-minded either, Na-Yool had never allowed any of her few boyfriends to do that. But again, not many men were earnestly willing to please a woman in such a manner. Hnnnnnn hng! Losing herself, her moans kept flowing out uncontrollably. Never had she been more ashamed in her whole life. It was also the first time she felt so exhilaratingly turned on. She stretched her arm between her thighs drawn up to her chest and grabbed Si-Jins head. His hair kept tickling the skin of her lower region with a burning sensation. Her arm was shaking, as if she was not sure herself if she wanted to push him away or hold him even closer. Chapter 14 CONTENT WARNING: SLIGHT DUB CON (continued) In response, Si-Jins tongue and body climbed farther up, sucking on her clitoris with vigor. He then turned his head up as if to playfully push Na-Yools hand away with his forehead, only to bury his face in her palm. Na-Yools calves tensed up, and she moaned while softly caressing his hair. Haahng, hnn, huuhng! Oh god this is good, so good! impulsively cried out Na-Yool internally, almost pleading for more. Just as she was about to climax, a second before that perfect moment of bliss, Si-Jin moved his lips away and crawled like a snake up to her face, now looking down on her. His wide back covering the light coming from the stand casted a large shadow over Na-Yool, as if dominating her. He laughed, his red tongue sweeping over his lips soaked with her love juice. It was a youthful, bright laugh, very unlike him, making it almost primitive and explicit. While Na-Yool was busy staring at his lips, he tied her tights together and, raising her leg upwards, he entered her with a gentle push. Huh-uhg Slowly, but to the deepest part into her inner walls. Na-Yool climaxed at the very instant he penetrated her. As if all her needs were fulfilled. Though unexpected, she was pleased. She instinctively swallowed back her moan and held her breath, quivering. Xi Jin mumbled a swearing. Oh, fuck Uhg Its fucking cramped in there. Haa youre too tight, you know that? Holding his urge to ejaculate, he groaned in a low voice. Na-Yool did not feel like commenting on his cursing. At least, not now. Because in this instant, his thing inside her was her favorite thing in the world. How can you squeeze it like this before I even put it all in? Thats cheating. Yours is ridiculously big, uuhg Im full No, believe me, you can take more in. No, if you push it further I Take it out. Its too big Relax. I- am- uunhgrelaxed- Dont move like that I will never hurt you. So relax. Si-Jin opened Na-Yools legs wide open, tearing her tights up in the process, and slowly pushed even deeper into her. He still had not entered her all the way to the base of his penis, but the sensation was incomparable. Haaang Na-Yool moaned contentedly as she shuddered, overwhelmed by his member filling her inner walls, turned hypersensitive due to her first climaxing. It felt like his hot thing was crushing her insides. Her whole body trembled. Haa A languorous sigh fell on her forehead, like a sweet sense of pressure conquering her body. Na-Yool held Si-Jins neck and hugged him. Almost with too much ease, Si-Jin moved her hips back, then thrusted all the way into her. This time, it made a wet splish sound, like splashing water. Na-Yools inside was overflowing, dripping out, however Si-Jins member was still too unbearably thick. Not to mention her frustration of not being able to take the whole thing in. Na-Yool breathed in. Uuuh Does it hurt? For the first time, his voice sounded tender and sincere. Na-Yool shook her head with honesty, indicating she was not in pain. The languorous smile which remained on Si-Jins face grew thicker. As his hips thrusted faster and faster, their flesh slapping together were burning hot like they were on fire. With you tightening up at my every thrust, my cock is about to melt inside. Dont-hng- talk like this You sure can take it all well, Kim Na-Yool. How could his attitude completely change, and yet he kept saying such dirty words? And why did that fact excite her even more? Why was she not bothered by his wicked face? Where had the Kim Na-Yool who started a fight with her ex over the word my ass gone? Why was she here, entangled in an immoral situation with her lewd foul-mouthed boss, listening to obscenities she had never heard in her life? And why did she not have any thought of breaking free? She knew the answer. It was a simple self-delusion. Right, it was just a one-night thing. It just happened because she was not in her right mind. And anyway, he had much more to lose than her. The relief she felt from having seen the man she had sex with at its lowest was more than ironic. Seeing him, someone so successful, in that state, had given her the illusion that in comparison she had nothing to lose from this relationship. Chapter 15 CONTENT WARNING: SLIGHT DUB CON (continued) Na-Yools arms weakly holding Si-Jins body hugged him tighter. She did not know where that courage came from. Maybe it was her desire to not yield to him, or maybe some kind of remaining resentment towards Sang-Hoon. She finally let loose of the breath she was holding in. Though the man on top of her was mostly responsible for her hard breathing That is why life was so ironic. Well, it is not like things were that much different before Si-Jin appeared in her life. Recalling all the similar moments she had lived so far, she decided to forget the irony of the instant. If she were to think deeper about it, who knows what unwanted and pathetic old feelings towards Si-Jin could resurface. Yes, lets just go crazy tonight only. The next move was obvious. Si-Jin would be satisfied with her shutting her mouth about this affair, and as for Na-Yool, she would pretend not to know or have done anything that night. Her legs, spread on each side, bounced in the air as he pushed in, followed by her breasts jiggling up and down at his thrusting. Si-Jin pinched her erect nipples between his fingers and shook her breasts, fondling her almost as if bullying her. But instead, the fact that Na-Yool did not feel troubled by it was troubling. Moaning non-stop with an unfamiliar lustful voice, she closed her eyes, refusing to look at him any longer. She let her suspicious obsession for his fingertips quietly flow away like an illusion. *** Chapter 3 C Monday morning, 8:23 a.m. [Hey] [Kim Na-Yool] [You sleeping?] [Oh fuck it, I wont ask] [Because I know youre not] [Youre probably working. That work youre so good at] [If someone sees you, they might think youre making a ton of money!] Sigh [You called me a thug just because I said my ass right?] [You drive me nuts, I really dont know how the fuck I dated you for 200 days] [How is my ass an insult?] [Tell me, how?] [Dont you know what an insult is? What a fucking shitshow] [Well, something like that? Dont you know?] [Oh but just now I was not cursing you] [It was just an example] [It was not directed towards you] [For real, I swear] [I wasnt insulting you, please believe me, Na-Yool] With a tired face, Na-Yool sighed silently and looked down at her phone as it exploded with messages from a drunk Sang-Hoon. The sent time showed around 2 a.m. As Sang-Hoon said, she usually would have been unable to sleep at that time. Fortunately, she had slept like a log from yesterday afternoon to this morning, so she did not have to deal with his ridiculous state in real-time. She barely remembered getting up and ready to leave for work. The weekend had gone by in a flash. She remembered Fridays night incident, and then Is it because there were too many incidents in between? But rather, she felt oddly relaxed, as if nothing had happened. She tilted her head side to side to stretch her stiff neck, and mechanically scrolled down her phone screen that was filled with Sang-Hoons meaningless messages. Sang-Hoon sure said stupid and useless things in a much-elaborated way but, with all due respect to his earnestness, Na-Yools mind was completely focused on something else. I think we did it one more time on the sofa She even remembered how loud they were. It seems like they did more after that, but she was clearly out of her mind then, and as she had no recollection of what happened afterward, she probably fainted. She did not know whether the day was bright when she woke up, or she woke because the day was bright. Either way, when she opened her eyes, she lay on the sofa of the President office, and Si-Jin gently dried his wet hair with a towel after a shower. As she stared blankly at him, the clock suddenly caught her attention and reminded her of files she had lost. With desperation, she had rushed out of Si-Jins office to finish her work on it just in time. Proposals yet rejected again by the man. What a cooldown of his attitude. Indeed, it clearly had cooled down. With how Si-Jin stuck to Na-Yool and interfered between her and the client, there was nothing more to say. If a so-called mood had briefly existed between them, it had died at the instant she left his office. Chapter 16 But what was even more annoying for her was the fact that, ultimately, the more he interfered in her work, the better the outcome of the proposal that she presented to the client. It is not like she was not aware of his talent, but who would take pleasure in being humiliated right on the spot? She could not even deny the need for his interference C nor the importance of it. It really sucked to admit it. How rich, for someone who could not control his urge for me just yesterday Na-Yool found some peace of mind only after she mentally devalued Si-Jin. Then, she thought about how he had remained by her side until the client gave confirmation. Indeed, it was a little unexpected. Still, as she nonchalantly scrolled down the chat, she recalled Saturday afternoon. It was a short winter day, and the afternoon felt like evening. As if it was the natural course of events, Si-Jin had hinted his intention to take her home in his own car. In spite of herself, Na-Yool accepted his offer in the end, and did not realize the incongruity of her situation until she got out in front of her house and waved him goodbye as if under a spell. They did not talk much during the ride, but she now knew for a fact that he surprisingly liked loud music C the music he played in the car was the same as that time. Until now, it was a succession of unthinkable events but There will not be any more. Throughout the weekend, he had not contacted her outside of work, and she also did not expect any personal call from him anyway. Yes, I never expected anything from him. And he is certainly not the reason I could not sleep until Sunday morning. Absolutely not. Rather, it made no doubt that it was indeed the reason for the sleepiness that wore her out, and that fooling her own self it was not had also contributed in keeping her awake. First of all, if she thought it was not, then it was not. If she believed so, that is what it was. Anyway, she had fainted due to overthinking it and now here she was, as she faced Sang-Hoons absurd messages on her way to work after a quick morning routine. [Truth is, I know it too. That I have been bad to you in many ways] [I know there is not a single woman as hardworking as you] [I was wrong] [My friends said so. That I was a dumbhead who didnt realize how lucky he was That I didnt know how great of a woman you are] For real, what a load of crap. I was wrong, my ass. The bad words she hated so much came out of her mouth. No other words were more appropriate. Dammit. It was a load of crap. [You are not a gold-digger who does not know her position] [Youre different from those women who fish for a rich man to live off of his wealth] [You have no intention either to be a full-time housewife] [You know your worth] [Thats right, and its probably why you dont even dream such a futile dream] [You really are a kind and good woman. Maybe because you know well that you are not that pretty?] This crazy bastard. There truly was nothing a stupid man cannot say when he is drunk. [Ha When I think about it, thats why I liked you at first.] [Your unwomanly attitude and appearance these days,] [That unwomanly way you have to be responsible for your own life,] [Its different from ordinary Korean women who simply wish to marry and live comfortably as a stay-at-home while raising their children.] Did Sang-Hoon even realize he spit on his own mothers face, who had served him breakfast every single morning during his 31 years of existence? His mother had been a full-time housewife all her life to raise a man who could not even act his age, and that is how he was repaying the favor. Na-Yools mother, who had been treated harshly her whole life by her in-laws because she failed to give birth to a son, would feel mentally victorious when someones son from the neighborhood was a bit of a weirdo. I knew it, it is better not to have a son to begin with, she would say, triumphantly. Chapter 17 But what was even more annoying for her was the fact that, ultimately, the more he interfered in her work, the better the outcome of the proposal that she presented to the client. It is not like she was not aware of his talent, but who would take pleasure in being humiliated right on the spot? She could not even deny the need for his interference C nor the importance of it. It really sucked to admit it. How rich, for someone who could not control his urge for me just yesterday Na-Yool found some peace of mind only after she mentally devalued Si-Jin. Then, she thought about how he had remained by her side until the client gave confirmation. Indeed, it was a little unexpected. Still, as she nonchalantly scrolled down the chat, she recalled Saturday afternoon. It was a short winter day, and the afternoon felt like evening. As if it was the natural course of events, Si-Jin had hinted his intention to take her home in his own car. In spite of herself, Na-Yool accepted his offer in the end, and did not realize the incongruity of her situation until she got out in front of her house and waved him goodbye as if under a spell. They did not talk much during the ride, but she now knew for a fact that he surprisingly liked loud music C the music he played in the car was the same as that time. Until now, it was a succession of unthinkable events but There will not be any more. Throughout the weekend, he had not contacted her outside of work, and she also did not expect any personal call from him anyway. Yes, I never expected anything from him. And he is certainly not the reason I could not sleep until Sunday morning. Absolutely not. Rather, it made no doubt that it was indeed the reason for the sleepiness that wore her out, and that fooling her own self it was not had also contributed in keeping her awake. First of all, if she thought it was not, then it was not. If she believed so, that is what it was. Anyway, she had fainted due to overthinking it and now here she was, as she faced Sang-Hoons absurd messages on her way to work after a quick morning routine. [Truth is, I know it too. That I have been bad to you in many ways] [I know there is not a single woman as hardworking as you] [I was wrong] [My friends said so. That I was a dumbhead who didnt realize how lucky he was That I didnt know how great of a woman you are] For real, what a load of crap. I was wrong, my ass. The bad words she hated so much came out of her mouth. No other words were more appropriate. Dammit. It was a load of crap. [You are not a gold-digger who does not know her position] [Youre different from those women who fish for a rich man to live off of his wealth] [You have no intention either to be a full-time housewife] [You know your worth] [Thats right, and its probably why you dont even dream such a futile dream] [You really are a kind and good woman. Maybe because you know well that you are not that pretty?] This crazy bastard. There truly was nothing a stupid man cannot say when he is drunk. [Ha When I think about it, thats why I liked you at first.] [Your unwomanly attitude and appearance these days,] [That unwomanly way you have to be responsible for your own life,] [Its different from ordinary Korean women who simply wish to marry and live comfortably as a stay-at-home while raising their children.] Did Sang-Hoon even realize he spit on his own mothers face, who had served him breakfast every single morning during his 31 years of existence? His mother had been a full-time housewife all her life to raise a man who could not even act his age, and that is how he was repaying the favor. Na-Yools mother, who had been treated harshly her whole life by her in-laws because she failed to give birth to a son, would feel mentally victorious when someones son from the neighborhood was a bit of a weirdo. I knew it, it is better not to have a son to begin with, she would say, triumphantly. Chapter 18 Sang-Hoons pathetic words were already annoying as it was, but even more when read out-loud with a soulless robotic voice. Overwhelmed by an indescribable fury, she tried to switch off her phone, but a hand reached out from behind and swiftly snatched it. Ah- Its always the same with you, Kim Na-Yool. Always thinking only about yourself, always What is next? Si-Jin brazenly asked, as he shoved the hurtful message in Na-Yools face to decipher it for him. Always sacrificing me for your own greed Na-Yool felt her whole situation, of having to interpret statements that she did not even agree to, absolutely ridiculous. As soon as she stopped reading, Si-Jin took back the phone and continued where she left off. You are such an evil woman. So evil What a creep. Just know that Im watching you to see how more selfish you can get. Got it? He said he is watching you. Yeah, I heard that. Ding! The elevator signaled that it arrived at her floor, much to her relief, and Na-Yool hastily got off. With large strides, she rushed away from Si-Jin as fast as she could. Only to suddenly stop, and look down at her empty hand. Ha Its driving me nuts. With a long face, Na-Yool reluctantly turned around and retraced her steps back to him. My phone, please. He said you will regret it, Ms. Kim Na-Yool. Stop reading already. Absolutely, and a hundred percent, he said. As soon as Si-Jin resumed reading Sang-Hoons childish messages in his robotic tone, Na-Yool felt a chill once again. She silently but resolutely reached out her hand open as if to stop him. Si-Jin stared at it with an interrogative look on his face. Mr. President. Im the kind that is not satisfied with a book or a movie until I have seen its end, you see. But this is neither a book, nor a movie, nor anything else! What was so funny about it?!? As she trembled furiously, Na-Yool tried to take the phone by force, but Si-Jin, unfazed, raised the hand that held the device so that it was out of her reach. Na-Yool jumped up and down in a pathetic attempt to catch it as she screamed her resentment. Dont use this for your own entertainment! This is my personal business! This is your employees private life! It is indeed. What kind of answer is that! Mr. President! It is, but dont we have a special relationship now? Especially in this area These messages have never concerned you in any way! So by the way, you were thinking of marrying that guy? The words Si-Jin casually flung at her brought an embarrassment stronger than the irritation she felt towards him. It was not as grand as a feeling of humiliation, but just plain embarrassment. Not to the point that she could not lift her head, but just enough to refuse to hear any more than that. [How crazy (in a bad way) in love was she (who was not in the same league) to want to marry with (as he clearly seemed from his messages) such a (dumb) guy?] Na-Yool could hear Si-Jins thoughts C and read between them C without him saying them out loud. But thanks to him, her irritation and embarrassment passed, which gave way to a feeling of resentment, until all was left was her last pride that told her not to go as low as make sad excuses for herself. But above all Marriage was a topic that Sang-Hoon would always bring up while he slurped on kimchi soup, but to hear it from someone elses mouth really sounded like they were ready to tie the knot. Just the thought of it made her hair stand on end. As if it was not enough to read someone elses conversation, are you going to read it up now? Even when I start a book or a movie from the middle, I hate going back to see what happened. I dont care, Im telling you to stop I hate going back and forth. I did not look up. [T/N: Read it up and look up are puns ><] Of course, he held the phone itself physically high up in the air. As she jumped in place to try to grab his arm, Na-Yool awkwardly stopped, as she saw an employee walking by in the distance. She tried to act composed, but Si-Jin stayed with his arm up, with his head leaning back in a very strange posture. Then Chapter 19 This bastard, he probably just thought we were having fun chatting. Si-Jin answered, his indifferent gaze still fixed on the screen. The way he stood made him look as if he was looking for a signal for the phone. Na-Yool glared at him and mocked him internally. She was even more annoyed by the fact that, despite looking like a weirdo with his arm up high, it emphasized his sexy jawline. But what could she do about it? Nothing, and she knew it. Filled with displeasure, she nonetheless glared at his smooth and slender jaw. Just then, a shameful image montage furtively passed in front of her eyes. His tightly closed jaw. His mesmerizing jawline and the sweat dripping down her forehead. Their bodies, roughly moving against each other. And that going up and down, making her dizzy, that Jawline. Right. That damn jawline. This obscene part of her memory had haunted her from Saturday to Sunday afternoon, and deprived her of sleep. And that, despite the fact that, be it because of work or her break-up, she did not sleep for all weekdays and was exhausted to the point of falling asleep anywhere. I think Im seeing for the first time how hopeless he is But contrary to Friday night, this time held a bad meaning. However, why, when she looked at his pathetic state, why did such a dirty memory come back to mind? Could a pathetic man possibly be sexy? From her experience, Na-Yool did not believe so. And in that sense, never had Na-Yool dated a sexy man. All the men she had dated thinking that they were okay were somewhat weird and pathetic. That observation put a damper on her desire. Am I that bad at picking guys? No, it cant be. Lets look at my line of ex-lovers. Though she might sometimes have picked a few wrongly, ultimately, most of them were rather normal. Even if she had indeed made the wrong choice by going out with some pathetic men, never did she ignore that side of them and got flustered by them, betrayed her heart, and blamed her hormones. So the situation is different. For example, like right now. He is pathetic but But he was sexy. That is, despite the aversion and contempt she felt towards him. It was a strange dilemma. Surprisingly, Na-Yool had already experienced that feeling. Just a few days ago, last Friday night. Like that night, she felt bewitched now. An attraction without logic. A chemical reaction that manifested as if set from the beginning. Si-Jins expression was not different from usual. He looked relaxed, just like the most detached man in the world. The fact that he acted childishly so openly in the company with such an aloof face C and that posture, which made him look like he attempted to communicate with outer space C was pathetic beyond words He truly is too vulgar and hopeless, but that jawline, its Mouth-watering. He is so pathetic I want to hit him once but But she wanted to ignore that urge, and just lie down under that jawline of his one more time. That kind of dilemma. Yes, a dilemma. But why does it have to be? No, above that, one more time?! What the heck? Did I lose my mind?! I did, didnt I And so, you were also thinking of marrying him, is that it? Yeah. What? In a flash, Si-Jin burst her bubble of thoughts. Na-Yool raised her head with a stupid face. Si-Jins oddly twisted head and arm were now back to their normal position. As if his weird posing never happened, he was back to looking like a normal human being, the nonchalant Kwon Si-Jin. Dangerous. Such a good-looking appearance was dangerous Na-Yools instinct rang an alarm. In retrospect, Na-Yool had been caught up with Kwon Si-Jin right when he was the most pathetic and despicable person in the world C that is, undoubtedly, when he acted like a molester would C and ended up rolling with him under the moonlit hours. What is more, in his office. At the company! For Na-Yool, who lived a well-ordered and normal life, it was inconceivable. Never did she imagine doing it in that space, with slightly transparent walls, where hundreds of people could walk in and out during work hours. Furthermore, with the man who always made her grind her teeth This pervert beyond common sense So it was easy to understand how much more dangerous the good-looking Si-Jin was to her. Even if he was just a shell that briefly entered her life Chapter 20 I am just trying to assess the depth of your relationship. As Na-Yool did not respond to him no matter how long he waited, Si-Jin repeated his question. His face was expressionless, but his tone did not fool her. It was a sharp interrogative tone, somewhere between annoyance and discomfort. So what exactly are you trying to figure out here? Like I said, the relationship between you and that He shortly looked down at the phone as he pondered on what the right word was to qualify Sang-Hoon. that brainless loser. There is no need to call him that As the woman who had dated Sang-Hoon for 200 days, she wanted to deny what he was, but she could not really do that either. Anyone would come to that conclusion just by reading his messages. Hm, I wonder what I should call him then. I dont know his name, after all. You can just address him as my ex-boyfriend. Ah, thats right. Ms. Na-Yools dumb jerk of an ex-boyfriend. I told you I did not want to hear any further, Mr. President. You do not need to enjoy it. As long as I do. As if we were close enough to speak about it. Thanks for the entertainment. mumbled Si-Jin cynically as he handed over her phone. Na-Yool took it back, hid it behind her back and held it tight just in case he got tempted to snatch it again. Now that she had her phone, there was no need for further conversation C if she was to face him any longer, he would only put her patience to the test. In any case, he truly was a wicked man. One who considered other peoples sad (or in fact, shameful) private issues as a source of his personal amusement. I asked because he did not seem like the kind of guy you would be serious about. Na-Yool was just about to throw a vague greeting and turn around, but her intention disappeared in an instant. Stunned that he so easily read her mind, she flinched and felt compelled to answer. Am I wrong? Whatever the case, it is between him and I. Still He felt skeptical about her answer. A bright smile passed over his cold expression. You are not denying it. Mr. President. Since that time, you keep interpreting my words as you want to hear it, but Are you sure its specifically from that time? What the hell do you want from me? Na-Yool snapped with a sigh. As working late overtime was common, most employees would report to duty in the morning at the nick of the moment. Consequently, right now at this early hour, only a few employees passed by. But either way, it was hard not to mind them. Lets start with the easy answer first. She sighed deeply, as if she finally gave up. Taking it as a sign of consent, Si-Jin asked once more, So, did you have marriage in mind? No, I never did. How much did you love this dumb jerk then? If a certain someone had witnessed his pitiful side If a certain someone had? Did his tender voice which repeated her words, sound almost intimidating, or was it in her head? How should I say I would not want to kill them for that. Do you mean me? No, I wouldnt dare you know just people. So to say, in fact, maybe I did not like him very much. Are you the kind of person who finds evidence of her love from the intensity of her intent to murder a unrelated someone? If that someone provoked it, then it is not my responsibility. Doing that means that they are at least prepared to get either hit, insulted, or killed isnt it? But of course, I am not targeting anyone here. Personally, I have never expected you to pick from any of these three choices. It is obviously because you have no common sense nor understanding. Some basic traits that anyone should have. For the first time since this morning, Na-Yool lashed out with no filter. Looking down the phone screen displaying Sang-Hoons messages (emphasize on the mess). Looking up the man showing off his blatant lack of common sense. Wherever she looked, she had no room to breathe. Chapter 21 How did it turn out like this? How did she get stuck between a man she had been dating on and off for 200 days, and a man who never had anything to do with her in 2 years? Na-Yool rubbed her forehead and sighed. Alright, sure. Im glad, you, at least, got your share of fun. Now if you will excuse me Then teach me, Ms. Kim Na-Yool. Wondering what kind of bullshit he was starting again, Na-Yool raised her drawn face. Si-Jin was beaming a charming smile. Common sense and understanding. Why did he have to be so charming to sprout such stupidities? For 2 seconds Na-Yool fell for that smile of his, but shortly burst into laughter, mocking him. Unperturbed, Si-jin shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed expression. You said I would never have it, right? Someone like me. No never might be an overstatement. No matter how much of a thug you are Because, due to the place and time, he was talking to her in polite speech, his other side had almost slipped out of her mind. The thug from Friday night. That thug, who was rude, vulgar, shallow and talked to her so dirtily It is just that, currently, you are kind of lacking in these areas, Mr. President Thats why, you can teach me. So that I can become a more acceptable human being. I believe it is beyond my ability. As for the use of the comparative more, it implies that there are already existent qualities to cultivate. So in your case, it is simply impossi In return, I will Did he just say, in return? The words in return were like a button automatically shutting Na-Yools mouth. In this industry where changing job was much too common, the reason her ass was so heavily sitting at Si-Jins company was, in fact, because of such in return. Sometimes, it was even the reason to explain things. Na-Yool stared at him with shiny eyes. At least, Si-Jin was a man who had never disappointed her with any in return. I will protect you. Until now. Believing she was hearing things, Na-Yool frown and asked, repeating his words: In return, who will protect what? I will. Ms.Na-Yools secret. Why would you? No wait, my secret? What kind of secret could you possibly protect? What secret are you even talking about? The astonishment that took over her mind made her drop the minimum manners she had towards his President-self. Si-Jin grinned and, lowering his head to Na-Yools ear, whispered: Im saying I wont tell anyone. What? That you jumped me. Na-Yool froze on the spot. In a flash, Si-Jin aggressively twisted her head and slightly nibbled her earlobe, then raised her head. Unlike just a few seconds ago, his face was beaming with no trace of malice. Though lost in confusion, Na-Yool forcefully smiled back at him, self-conscious of prying eyes. At the sight of her facial muscles trembling, Si-Jins sleek smile thickened. Of course, it depends on how our Na-Yool will behave. There it was again. The mocking our Na-Yool from Friday. Keep up the good work. With a light tap on the shoulder and an empty greeting, he left her. Na-Yool remained still in the spacious corridor, like a solitary statue in a public park that no one noticed. Im sorry, what? Chapter 4 C Monday afternoon, 12:55 p.m. What did you talk about with the President earlier? Hm? This morning. asked Seung-Jae, leading the way to the office while sipping the straw of his coffee. Na-Yool, who was walking staring into space, answered awkwardly: Talk? Yeah. With the president? Who? Me? I didnt though? ? As she vehemently denied it without taking a single breath, Seung-Jae looked at her as if looking at a weirdo. But that was all. Seung-Jae was far from being the earnest or persistent type, and therefore not even close to suspecting anything was suspicious. With no apparent interest in Na-Yools odd attitude, he continued: I saw the two of you standing over there together, though. Of all days, why did that guy, who would always arrive at 9 a.m. sharp, came early! You must have been mistaken. How could it be? I keep telling you, you need to fix your glasses. This is my first time hearing this I see you have bad hearing too! That wont do! Also, I do not need a prescription, and these glasses are lensless, Ms. Na-Yool If Na-Yool could get more embarrassed than she already was, she would. To hide her discomfiture, she spoke as calmly as she could. This is the problem. If you have a bad eyesight, stop acting so fashionable and get real glasses. Ive got a 1.5 eyesight. On both sides? Both. Seung-Je nodded with satisfaction, proud of himself. As he started running his mouth ? although Na-Yool had no interest whatsoever ? on how he had LASEK surgery when he was a uni student and how painful it was, Na-Yool, at loss for words, nervously sipped on her coffee. Chapter 22 When they went to buy lunch at the cafe on the 1st floor, unlike the impatient and foolish Seung-Jae who would always gulp his drink down before he even got back to his seat, Na-Yool had planned to slowly savor it at her desk after she neatly ate her sandwich. But for some reason, she was nervous. So, did you hear? How much? What? Where? I told you, I did not hear anything. I just saw you. If I did, I wouldnt be asking. Why would I want to hear it twice? Shes acting weirder that usual Seung-Jae mumbled to himself but he feared that Na-Yool might hear him, so he closed his mouth. However Na-Yool had no time to scold her subordinate for his insolence. Her mind was too busy repeating at least 20 times how fortunate it was. Well done. Seung-Jae squinted his eyes as he was unsure how to interpret her compliment. He stared at Na-Yool with suspicion C she had on a wild, fake smile. From now on too, keep living with your ears closed, Seung-Jae. What? For real, what is it? Nothing, really. What does the President always call me to discuss? Dont you know best? Did you use Paint to make this? Thats what he asks you, you idiot. Im sorry. We always hear it together, so I got confused. Anyway, that guy, every time he sees me A weird image briefly scaring her not to talk more flashed in her head once again, but she decided to forget it. What was I doing in front of that kid, really he is either abusive or spiteful. Thats all there is to it. Well, maybe the President is acting this way because Ms. Na-Yool is particularly trustworthy who knows. Without any knowledge of how dirty her mind was right now, Seung-Jae looked at Na-Yool with naive eyes. The casual lunchtime conversation had quickly turned into a soppy, comforting session. After all, it is all thanks to you that our team is doing great despite Mrs. Kang-Hee and Mrs. Ye-Euns absence. At least he knew. How unexpected of that artistic albatross Na-Yool looked at Seung-Jae with a puzzled expression. As he interpreted her staring into who-knows-what kind of meaning, Seung-Jae put his hand on her shoulder with an even more serious face. You handled the work of three people all by yourself Including you, its actually four though As Seung-Jae endlessly sympathized with her, Na-Yool kept the words to herself, but it was true nonetheless. In any case, the conversation flow was not bad. At this rate, Seung-Jae would soon forget about the incongruous scene of Kwon Si-Jin and her standing side by side. Of course, you tend to be a bit conservative, so your designs can sometimes lack appeal but No doubt the Na-Yool from Friday night would have snorted at the mention of conservative and just let it go. The current Na-Yool sighed and glared at the conceited artist who slammed her in a roundabout way. Surely, it had never crossed his mind that it was all thanks to this lack of appeal that even his work could be stomached. but I sometimes really respect you. What exactly is it that you sometimes respect? The fact that you dont look like it but give your all to get things done. That kind of tenacity? Resolved spirit? Seung-Jae Youre comforting me right now, right? You covered for me when I messed up. Thats right. You stayed up all night in my stead to work on the proposal rejected by the President. I did. You really have a lot to thank me for. As Seung-Jae nodded silently, Na-Yool burst into laughter and tapped his hand that rested on her shoulder. Ms. Na-Yool, thanks to me you got a lot of incentive so you should be thankf Thank you for nothing. I dont even have time to spend said incentive. At times like this, we should end it nicely thanking each other. Why should I thank you when Im grateful for nothing? How can you be so shameless? Na-Yool shook her head and slapped his hand off her shoulder. Seung-Jae flinched and grabbed it in pain. Ow! It hurts. Zip it. Isnt this workplace violence? From a senior to a subordinate Lee Seung-Jae, youre still rambling. Again. Even if I ramble, Im good-looking. And thats all there is to it. answered Seung-Jae insolently as he entered the office, and he clung to Na-Yool. His nice and cheeky smile suited a student more than a company employee. Chapter 23 Maybe it was thanks to that carefree attitude that he could so easily come up with creative ideas And for being so tactless, obviously. With no warning, Na-Yool felt a I, too, was like that once, before getting worn out nostalgia that did not fit her age. It was indeed unreasonable to think so when one looked at Seung-Jae. After all, the 28 years old was only one year younger than her. Anyway, dont be discouraged. I am not. Because she did not get scolded. Threatened . . . maybe. A donkey motivated to move by whipping will naturally get whipped, dont you know? Huh? What kind of analogy is that? Look at me. For someone who has so much to say to you, think about the annoyed you are not worth talking too look the President gives me each time I get kicked out of a project. So what, are you saying Im the donkey? Isnt it why you get whipped the most by the President? Verbally? The mention of him punishing her verbally brought back strange memories to her head. Kwon Si-Jins lewd voice. His sardonic smile. His Adams apple peeking out of his shirt where the tie was loose What on earth was wrong with her since that day? Had the accumulated overwork fried her brain? She had barely got rid of the lustful demon who had tortured her all over the weekend, but as soon as she had entered the office, she showed signs of relapse. It was all because she had the misfortune to meet with that jerk right from Monday morning. Na-Yool vigorously shook her head as if to shake off all the obscene and unpleasant things in her mind. Meanwhile, Seung-Jae, as was his habit, passed in front of Na-Yool and stretched out his arm to open the glass door for her, and said, No matter how I think about it, I think I am right. I understand your good intentions, but dont you think its weird? Its not that I want to justify why you are the only one the President treats like shit, Ms. Na-Yool, but He bent his head to her ear to whisper the treating you like shit part and raised his head again. Suddenly, Na-Yool saw his face C which she always thought playful and carefree C under a new light. Apart from the fact that he was an albatross, right now, with both Kang-Hee and Ye-Eun on maternity leave, he was the only witness who could testify of her hardship. Therefore, she could not hate him. He patted Na-Yools shoulder once again. It is all because you are too competent. Because you are so competent in anything you do. You really think so? You know the President is not the style to even open his mouth if he judges his interlocutor not worth talking to. Just look at how quiet he is with me! But on the other hand, if I was doing as great as you said, he would not have any reason to want to talk to me in the first place. Well, thats true. But why are you receiving my comfort in a negative manner? Its okay. Drop it now. I was not discouraged anyway. Na-Yool said as she waved her hand. I kept worrying about it! Especially after I saw you both this morning. What would you worry about? As she had in her mind he was a tactless guy, she was a little touched that he surprisingly cared about her, but she continued talking without giving it much importance. I am used to his disagreeable words anyway The only difference from usual was that it had nothing to do with work, and that she had to forcibly listen to her drunk ex-boyfriends messages, got interrogated on her private life, and it all ended with a ridiculous threat coming from nowhere Sure enough, you keep being in a daze since this morning, you keep muttering weird things by yourself You dont seem to be yourself, so how could I not worry? Ah, its not that he was attentive. Its me who was just crazy. Na-Yool calmly admitted the truth. She had undoubtedly lost her mind. I will try to act less crazy. And try to draw less attention during work. Oh, Im fine with it Its you who is not okay. Sadly, she was not okay for a very different reason than the one Seung-Jae worried for. Her sound mind, her moderate moral sense Chapter 24 At least, today you are going home early. Yeah. They sat at their desks that faced each other and opened a bag of snacks with a rustle. As Na-Yool switched on her monitor, Seung-Jae handed her the snacks from the cafe. She happily accepted them. Oh~ Lee Seung Jae! Those are expensive foreign snacks. How generous! I know you like them. The red ones. Yeah, I do. Thanks for the treat. Go home early today and enjoy your long-awaited date with your boyfriend. You need a change of air. Na-Yool flinched at the unexpected blow. Or was it not one? Last weekend. Was it a trip for your 200 days anniversary? You said you originally had planned to go to Gapyeong with your boyfriend You had to cancel it, right? Because the President suddenly dumped a load of work on you on Thursday. You looked really upset. Me? Upset? When? Na-Yool was dumbfounded. So dumbfounded that she had nothing to answer back. Dumbfounded by the fact that she had completely forgotten about Sang-Hoon past lunchtime, even though having to read and listen to his drunk epic bullshit in the morning had left her absolutely stunned. To think he was such an insignificant existence! Ah Im really sorry. Seung-Jae abruptly apologized, stroking his brown hair. What exactly was he apologizing for was a mystery to Na-Yool. She stared at him with an interrogative look and asked: Huh? About what? You already had to postpone the trip with your boyfriend for two weeks. Three weeks ago, when the project was rejected because of me. You were dragged into it to substitute for me Aah that. Na-Yool answered indifferently, as if she talked about nothing of importance, which was in line with Sang-Hoons insignificant existence. Thanks to you, it ended well. What? Nothing. Right now, it was too cumbersome to explain that they had broken up. Not that it was hard to talk about it, but just troublesome. One thing she knew was that, above everything else, Seung-Jae had a keen interest in other peoples love life. If she were to mention the break-up, he would obviously investigate the why and the how. She had suffered from it already the previous time. Besides, right now, not only Seung-Jae, but anyone would be a bother. And at this moment, she couldnt care less about Sang-Hoon. It was therefore too much of a pain to whine about him. This morning should have been enough for an interrogation. You apologized before too, didnt you? Still, I am sorry. If you know, then all is good. Cheer up, Ms. Na-Yool. Yep. As she brightened up, Na-Yool opened her sandwichs plastic wrap energetically. It was time to fill her stomach. Look at you Sang-Hoon, becoming dust in an instant. After all, I dont need any man in my life. Chapter 5 C Monday afternoon, 6:40 p.m. After she stared blankly for a while somewhere above her InDesign screen, she slightly looked down to check the time. Today as well, it was already 6:40 p.m. Naturally, already did not exactly explain a time such as 6:40 p.m. at Ethical Communications. Although all seats close or far-off from Na-Yools were empty, most of her coworkers did not leave work, but only disappeared from their respective seats to have dinner. Some would not even be able to enjoy it and stay locked up in conference or editing rooms until nighttime. Every day, Na-Yool was very likely to be working overtime with them, but at least not today. Anyway, whatever happened at the company today., she was determined to avoid it and go straight home. Weirdly enough, she even finished her work effortlessly and there was no task to suddenly be forced to take on either. It was an unbelievably normal end of the day. One of the seldom times in recent days where she could leave early. She turned off her computer and cheerfully tidied up her desk, when Seung-Jae, who had not eaten dinner, raised his head from his desk with a long face. Ms. Na-Yool, are you leaving? Yeah, Im going home. It might feel like a Saturday to you. Finishing so early in a while. As Seung-Jae said, with a little exaggeration, it was worth comparing to a work-less Saturday, therefore a true miracle. Chapter 25 Which is why she had no idea what to do once she got home. Her head told her to do a thorough cleaning of her house and wash her blanket, but all her body wanted was to lie down and watch dramas. Whats the point anyway? Tomorrow is not even the weekend, and what use do I have on a half-Saturday? Even though that may be true, you should enjoy it. And have a good rest. Alright. Please be well. Worry about yourself first. Consider yourself lucky if you can go back home today! Ah, for real, Im dying here. If I cant make it and my proposal B gets rejected tomorrow by the client, then I am dead meat. Its not like it is your first time anyway. Dont fret. Na-Yool chuckled and left the office and Seung-Jae behind. Her footsteps towards the elevator were exceptionally light and merry. Her merriness had begun by being reminded of Sang-Hoon. Or more precisely, by being reminded that she was not reminding him. It felt like she had hit the reset button and started a new life. Such a great feeling! A perfect life with absolutely no need for a man. She wished she had felt that sense of liberation sooner. As in, from the moment Sang-Hoon had blessed her with the words Lets break up. Had she felt this way even for a bit, she would have not gotten swayed by Si-Jin and would have sold away both his and Sang-Hoons insect-like existences as a wholesale lot at bargain price. Its not too late. First, lets start by going home and cleaning the bathroom. Though I am not sure how it will be of help, but well. In any case, the point of putting her efforts into some activity was to not be swayed by him. She had ended things neatly with the man she dated for 200 days, certainly she could do it again with the man she had slept only twice with! Just at this moment, as if waiting for it, the elevator stopped at the 31st floor where she was currently at. Na-Yools self-confidence slightly went up. It was her day C she felt invincible. Pumped up, she stepped in the elevator and the smell of food struck her nose. It seemed like the employees who had an early dinner had just got off on the upper floor, left behind them the lingering smell of each kind of stew they had, pungent enough for Na-Yool to tell them apart. Normally, she would have been irked by it, but right now it smelt even more fragrant than her favorite perfume. Because it was the smell of going home after work. She watched the elevators doors close with a relaxed face, when she heard a tak-tak of shoes coming from outside. Perhaps the reason she reflectively pushed the button to let the doors open was because she had been raised too well, or maybe she was overly upright C more than needed. However, all you sometimes need to do is push the close button, pretend you saw and heard nothing and go down first by yourself. For example, to avoid meeting with a pervert. As Si-Jin leisurely stepped into the now empty elevator, Na-Yool reluctantly greeted him. Thank you for your work today. She could not hide her sour expression. Yeah, good job too. What about dinner? The elevator closed just as she wondered what to answer back. This time, for good. With Si-Jin in the picture, she felt like she had just been locked not just in an elevator, but in Hell instead. To be trapped with him in this tiny square was a nightmare. Na-Yool swallowed with a dry throat and turned her head. I already had dinner. You havent eaten yet, I see. Doesnt it smell like stew here? Thats what I had. I can smell at least three different smells, though? I ate with someone So, is there anything you want to eat? Mr. President. I had dinner, please take my word for it. Choose a menu already. Si-Jin disregarded her plea and changed the topic while he handed over an invisible menu. Na-Yool ignored it just the same. I have all I want to eat at home. Not outside. Then lets go to your house, Ms. Na-Yool. Do you think I have lost my mind? You wont lose your mind by bringing me over to your house. I can guarantee it. I will eat by myself. Fortunately for Na-Yool, the elevator went down straight and stopped with a clear ding! at the lobby without stopping halfway. It was common at this hour that it would stop at every floor, and if it did, it truly would have been a nightmare. So the fact that it did not really was a blessing. Without a second look back, Na-Yool hightailed the hell out of there. Chapter 26 However, as if to mock her attempt at escaping, Si-Jin strode behind her, as he quickly closed the distance by taking two steps when she took one. I said I will eat by myself! Dont follow me! If you dont want to waste your food on me, I can buy you a meal at a restaurant. Do you really think that is what I am concerned about here?! Then, Korean food? Japanese? Chinese? Who said I would eat- but why no Western* food? [T/N: Western food in Korean is the synonym of fancy/formal food, so although it might sound weird, she is pointing out the fact that they are not close enough to eat more casual style of food, as they still need to know more about each other.] I had it for lunch, so I took it out of the list. I had a bit too much. Even when he invited her to lunch, Si- Jin had to be that self-centered. Why would a man and a woman who are not close eat anything but Western food? Na-Yool was surprised that there still were reasons left for her to be astonished by Si-Jin and, needless to say, in such refreshing ways. Then if its Western food, would you eat it? asked Si-Jin with a jaded face to a silent Na-Yool. Who could ever think this was the look of a man who pressed a woman to accept his invitation to eat out? Na-Yool, astonished once again C this time, by his facial expression C , belatedly felt a justification was needed. Ah, its not that I want to eat it, I was just curious, she said hurriedly. Usually, in this situation, Western food is In this situation? Na-Yool stopped talking with her mouth still slightly open. Si-Jin stood relaxed next to her. Na-Yools heart started to beat nervously. Was she busted? Did he find her out? As if this was a date What is this situation? This was not a date. This guy and I do not have that kind of relationship. Ive got other things to do than sit looking in each others eyes while eating pastas. Snap out of it, Kim Na-Yool! After she let her inward muttering go on endlessly, Na-Yool carefully examined Si-Jins face. She felt caught on the spot, seduced by the powerful face of a convicted criminal. Lets go. Just when Na-Yool had barely pulled herself together, her mind went blank again as Si-Jin wrapped his arm around her shoulder and took her back to the elevator. Then, as if under a spell, she followed him to the underground parking lot and got in his car Seatbelt. Ah, yes. and only came back to her senses just then. Na-Yool fastened her seatbelt, and the little alarm in her head went off before she even realized that it had rung. Before long, Si-Jins sedan car smoothly climbed the parking lots upward ramp and exited onto the road. To sit on his right, this scenery it was not her first time since it had already happened on Saturday, but it still felt strange. She could not even explain how things between them ended up like this. In contrast with the heated discussion they had in the elevator, the persistent quietness that reigned in the car, as if time did not pass at all, made her skin crawl. If only he had played the same loud rock that made her head spin last time! The 10-minutes-long refined piano concerto that flowed from the speakers did not help at all. Id rather lose my mind to the noise. The car slowly arrived at a congested area, and it seemed clear that they would get stuck for a while in traffic on their way to the restaurant Si-Jin picked. If she were to doze off next to him, drowsed by the warmth of the heater that blew on her legs, how embarrassed would she be later?!? Of course, that would give the pervert a greater upper hand to which she would have to catch up to. This thought gave her the courage to break the silence. Mr. President. You can play any music you like. I dont mind. I like what is coming out right now. The answer that she got back was unexpected. He seemed sincere, with no pretense. So he likes rock, but also piano How fitting of someone with a split personality, thought Na-Yool. A gap in taste, as expected of a pervert. Chapter 27 It is very different from the music I heard last time. You know, the one you Ah. The one you were listening to while masturbating. Words always brought enlightenment once said. Even the reality of what the hell she said herself. Just as Na-Yool turned into a living but breathless statue as the words unintentionally ran out of her own mouth, she heard a scoff next to her. I also played it when I took you back home, a normal setting, so you could have mentioned that time instead .. Or was it on purpose, Na-Yool? asked Si-Jin, as he turned the wheel. Unlike his joyful face, his voice was low. Na-Yool knew it was pointless to expect polite speech from a rude two-faced like him, but every time he would drop the honorific, she felt smaller and smaller. Plus, in this situation where they were not in the office but in his car, just the two of them, and him, as if he had waited for it, dropping his mask to pin the blame on her while her mind was in total confusion she did not know what to do. No it was not on purpose. Its just that I first heard it back then Indeed, what to do? What other choice but to pretend and answer in a low subside voice. As soon as Si-Jin heard Na-Yools fake weak tone, he laughed brightly. At first glance he looked sympathetic, but she could tell he was not getting fooled by her deceptive act. You have to get facts straight. You heard it when you jumped me too. As if it was only when I masturbated Hm? Almost at the same time, the car stopped, just after it entered a congested street where cars did not move at all. Na-Yool stared with baffled eyes at Si-Jins right hand that crawled up her jeans, suddenly freed from its driving responsibility. As he casually ignored the traffic mess, he took his chance at sexual harassment with much confidence. Had she been drowsier than she already was, she might even have let him do it, thinking she was dreaming. Fortunately, she was still awake to reality. With no warning, she slapped his dirty hand. Instead, in reaction, Si-Jin buried his hand further between her thighs. Na-Yool looked at him with an astonished look, but anyway, he was who he was. The boring, elegant music still came out, and Si-Jin, his left arm stretched out with the hand grabbing the wheel, looked straight in front of him with the innocent face of a man who had nothing to do with sexual harassment. As if his left hand and brain were oblivious to what his right hand was doing. Na-Yool grabbed his naughty wrist. Of course, she closed the gap between her legs to prevent his hand from digging in farther. She heard him chuckle, but she feigned ignorance to discuss seriously. Or at least, as seriously as she could. You keep saying I jumped you but She felt sad for herself as she had to to bring those words out in all seriousness. Above all, with a criminal hand stuck between her thighs. I wish you would not associate such dirty words with myself. Better be the one doing the jumping than the one being jumped. No? No. And here I was being thoughtful I hate it either way. Fine. Then lets call it mutual sex then. I do not want to hear that either. Then what? Na-Yool was baffled and annoyed at him for even asking. She answered with a sigh. What do you think? You just need to keep silent about it. Even though you were the one who talked about masturbating and my dick first? I am simply mentioning that I happened to unintentionally see it, just to state the facts! And so am I, arent I? Speechless, Na-Yool closed her lips tight for a moment. It was one of the small habits she displayed every time she had a surge of anger and unyielding spirit that she had to suppress with force. I apologize. There is no more reason anymore to see it or talk about it anyway There are plenty, for both. Thats why Im asking your opinion. I will not call it this way in the future, so be careful with your words too, Mr. President. Why are you apologizing for calling a dick a dick? My dick is just a dick. No. Even if it is the way it is, I should not have called it a dick. Im sorry for calling your dick a dick. I should not have encouraged it. It was a solemn conditional apology filled with a lamentable and brutal truth. Had she ever abused the word dick so easily in her lifetime? She felt like her mouth had fallen into a deep pit from which she would never come out of A pit full of vulgar words, that were against her nature. Chapter 28 I understand your intention, but if you keep calling it, Im afraid it might stand up. What are you raising between your legs, for it to react when you call its name!?! Is it a dog or what? Its because you called it. Si-Jin answered as if she meant something special to him. His blunt reply, which nearly sounded like the beginning of a poem recital to declare his love to Na-Yool, almost caused a romantic misunderstanding on her side. Yes, it was probably in her head. Sexual intercourse. Sexual relation. Mating. Copulating. Shaging. Banging, though I kind of hate it. Do we really need to use this one? Not only had he the nerve to shift the responsibility to Na-Yool after he made that impromptu list, but above that, he did it while he looked at her as if she were the lewdest person ever. Na-Yools face contorted under the wrongful accusation. I hate it even more Also, just use whatever you want, do not mind me! And when I am not around! Why do you keep trying to reach an agreement with me You started it in the first place when you said you didnt like me saying you jumped me. Its your fault. Why does it matter? We do not need to put a label on it, anyway! It should matter. Now and onwards too, by the way. Why onwards too Because we will continue to have sex in the future. Of course, calling it whatever you prefer. Is what Si-Jin so kindly added, but Na-Yool was in no condition for it to reach her ears. What the hell are you talking about! I thought it was very simple common sense. Common sense, the word that suited him the least. Na-Yool glared at Si-Jin, her eyes filled with wariness, but he continued his short explanation as if he was teaching a child how to solve a simple arithmetic operation. When you want to keep a secret, dont you usually do what the other person asks for? If you have common sense, obviously. Let me get this straight the fact that I, with you that we slept together Slept together how cute. Did we sleep side by side in pajamas? Na-Yool tried to ignore him and continued. So what you are saying, right now, is that, to protect that secret, I have to keep sleeping with you? Yeah. Then what was that this morning about me teaching you common sense and understanding? My statement is rational, so it is within the limit of common sense, right? Even though she had no idea what kind of bullshit this was, she knew the common sense she had built up over her 29 years of existence was about to crumble down. Am I hearing things? Are you serious about that nonsense? You heard it right. Youre a lunatic Her words condensed the profound astonishment felt from the depths of her soul. You should have said that when you caught your boss masturbating in his office with his dick out. answered Si-Jin, unbothered. That is the secret! Your deadly secret that you should protect! I dont have any! You freaking office exhibitionist! You perverted sicko! Why are you sneakily pawning off your secret on me! Did he think his secret was a bomb about to explode, for him to toss it from his hands to her hands? Did he think it was okay to antagonize someone like this? [T/E/N: You know the game in variety shows where guests all have to pass a balloon with a timer on it and the balloon would pop after some time? That bomb.] In a huff, Na-Yool flipped her watery eyes towards Si-Jin. His head leaned on the wheel, slightly tilted, he was contemplating Na-Yools wretched state as if entranced by it. His mind, his body, up and down that guy is beyond help. As if he had guessed Na-Yool had reached that conclusion, Si-Jin showed her a beaming smile. Isnt it obvious? To seal your lips even more. He smiled like he was the most harmless and pleasant person in the world as he said these words C which was insidious to the extreme. Na-Yool, who noticed his hand had come a little further between her legs, hit his wrist and snapped back. Pull your hand out of my legs, you pervert! Dont want to. You still have your clothes on, so why should I? Chapter 29 It was a wonder how he could behave like a dirty old president in his 60s when he did not even look anything like one. Even when she had opened up to him about her personal feelings C also clearly displayed on her face C Si-Jin was still as unfazed as a statue. It could not be more ironic. As a matter of fact, Na-Yools face, which on the other hand had become a mess thanks to Si-Jin, was flushed red and unsightly. Unable to put up with the overbearing hatred that swelled in her due to his absurdity, Na-Yool pinched Si-Jins arm as hard as she could. However, his arm was much stronger than she thought, and she only barely pinched the skin, leaving her with more unresolved anger and will to fight. I keep coming at you with Rated R attacks, but how can you keep countering them in such a cute way? If someone is pinching you from the bottom of their heart, you could at least pretend it hurts. If you touch me like that, it tickles. And if it tickles, it stands up. If we just had some foxtails to put down your pants you would have no need for any sex toys then. Na-Yool taunted him with a frown. As he tapped on the wheel without care in the world, Si-Jin answered in a mock-serious tone. Foxtails cannot be hugged like you. You and I do not have that kind of relationship in the first place. They have no breasts to touch either! Are you listening? To what I am saying? Not even arms to hang on to me. Clearly, he was not listening at all. No butt to fondle. Are you seriously comparing me to foxtails on a functional level? Are you for real? No legs to spread open. Hey. You fucking perv. His dashing face, typical of a rich young master with a good upbringing, flaunted a wicked smile. They cant even moan prettily like you do. Thats it, Kim Na-Yool, forget it. Whats the point of getting caught up with a barking dog? Let it go. I will not get caught up with this anyway. Never. Never? I have seen you at your disgusting worst moments many times, Mr. President. Yet, I still respect you as my employer or I at least try since I am not yet ready to change jobs, and also no, nevermind. That is all there is to it. I just want to somehow stay longer in this company. That is it. And so? So, for the time being, whatever you do, you will remain my employer and my immediate superior, and I will remain your subordinate. And so? I have to inform you in advance that what you are doing right now is considered as asking for sexual favors by abuse of authority. Im curious about one thing, Ms. Kim Na-Yool. Yes? How come your choice of words always make me hornier? She felt like she faced an endless wall. A gigantic wall that no mere human could climb over. Na-Yool gawked in silence at Si-Jin for a while. Her astonishment was beyond measure. No matter how she looked at it, Si-Jin could not be the same species as she was. They seemed to use the same language, but ultimately it was not. Her words did not come through at all C nor did the logic. He seemed to completely live in a world of his own. Her gaze, which clearly reflected that conclusion she had reached, was fixed upon Si-Jin. Of course, like every other time, Si-Jin did not look attacked at all by it. He kept looking straight in a calm manner, and soon the car started to move. As she gave up her inner inquiry about his identity, Na-Yool spoke up again. So what you want from me is to be your regular sleeping partner? Or to shut my mouth forever till I die? If you are asking for the former because of the latter one, I am confident in keeping silent without having to do the former one. And as you said, I already have one foot in, so it should be enough to trust m That kind of thing it does not matter much since Friday night, dont you think? Then why are you doing this to me? I told you before we slept together. You excite me so I want to have sex. And as you know, once we slept together I realized we were a great match, and thanks to it, I am now so horny it is driving me crazy. Chapter 30 I want to sleep with you. Again. And many times ahead. To sleep with you so much, until I get sick of it. Despite using the moderate expression of sleeping like Na-Yool did, the shadow of his habitual crude desire would not vanish. Compared to his perverseness, Na-Yool felt that the men she had been with until now all seemed to have once disciplined their dirty minds at a temple. I can never get used to this How could she even, to someone who hinted at his raw desire so explicitly!?! So you just purely want me to be your sleeping partner? Was there a worse combination than purely and sleeping partner? Na-Yool irrepressibly scoffed at her own ridiculous self for using them together. Si-Jin answered as if it was no laughing matter. In other words, its basically a proposition. Not a threat? If it sounded like one, Im sorry. Im serious, but its for fun. Did he call that an apology? Im serious, but its for fun, what did that even mean? Na-Yool was thrown into confusion again and surprised by the affectionate tone that did not suit him. Such emotional bullshit. What if I refuse? If it does not work, I want to threaten you or something. But if possible, I want to ask for your cooperation. Anyway, what if I refuse? I dont think you will, though? I wasnt the only one satisfied that night, after all. You are so damn full of yourself. If its on me to confirm, at least pretend to be unsatisfied and wait for it. I am not an animal driven by desire like you are. That time too, you were the one who ended it before it started anyway. You are a great female. You can be proud of it. Who was it who rushed it after spurting big loads like a beast! The flood between your legs was cute too, female. Si-Jin spoke in a sweet tone with his aloof face while he still looked straight ahead, as if they were exchanging good words and he was unyielding to let her have it. Na-Yool turned a deaf ear for a moment. Do you know how offensive the proposition you made is to women? You are not even asking to date you. But to only sleep with you? Moreover, on a regular basis? Do you want to date a guy like me, Ms. Na-Yool? The mood suddenly turned silent. Na-Yools face stiffened and she shook her head from side to side. No. Never. But you quite enjoyed making out with me. Am I wrong? asked Si-Jin again in very brief words C but the meaning could not be clearer to her. You too want to sleep with me, at least a few more times. We havent done it in a bed yet, nor in a car. As he spoke with the most monotonous tone ever, he sounded like he was reciting a restaurant menu to ask her to pick what she wanted. And I havent taken you from behind yet. I know we both are curious about each other, and we both have nothing to lose, right? Truth is, I am, not that much, curious about y- Dont get cold feet now. As if you were not a pervert yourself. Chapter 6 C Thursday night, 10:35 p.m. Uhk! Uuhng, ung, ah-ang! Ung! As if struggling, the hand, which barely touched the surface of the desk, kept slipping sloppily, deprived of any strength left. Every time his penis would penetrate her insides with a powerful thrust, her whole body shuddered. Nevertheless, the only reason she had not yet completely collapsed was the sole strength of his left hand which held her pelvis in a tight grip. What a mess she was thanks to him! Si-Jins right hand grabbed at her chin as he pushed his long middle finger inside her mouth to make her suck it. Then, he lowered his body and nibbled her earlobe with a laugh. That mouth too is overflowing! Huu, uhnng And I thought it was only your lower one! Na-Yools mouth now filled with two fingers, her saliva flew from the corners of her mouth down to the back of his hand at her every sweet moan. Even if she wanted to blush with shame, her already red-hot face could not be redder, and even if she wanted to protest it was all because of the pressure of his fingers on her tongue which prevented her from closing her mouth, she could not afford it. Because of course, she could not speak either due to the foreign objects in her mouth. Chapter 31 Thursday night, 10:35 p.m. Na-Yool, who now lay face down on Si-Jins desk, was getting the doggy style treatment. Si-Jin rammed his body upwards while he lifted her ass with a firm grasp and placed his fingers in her mouth. The arm that vainly supported her body had long failed to contain her intense excitement. Her hands rested inertly, unable to even grab the desk. Every time Si-Jins penis grinded deep inside, her body swung like a rag doll, followed by the rustling sound of papers underneath each time her breasts got crushed against the desk. Of course, despite such a lewd appearance, Na-Yool was quite decent. On the top, a blouse with no unbuttoned button. On the bottom, shoes and stockings or so to say, her stockings pooled at her thighs up to just above the knees, were about decent. If it was not for her skirt, pulled up to her waist, and both her panty and pantyhose pulled down to her thighs, she could be considered decent. So there she was, in a somewhat decent outfit, as she exposed her pale ass to a man while she stuck it out in a promiscuous way. That is what she was doing right now. No matter how unbelievable it might sound. As for Si-Jin, his looks were not much different. He wore a neat outfit from head to toe with only his zipper open and his belt that rested on his hips, he was having sex just like that. As if using just the bare necessities to have sex. Na-Yool had thought that, if it was not for their lower regions slapping, they would not see any skin from each other and of course it would be far less embarrassing. At first, she was confident about it. That is, while she pretended to not be affected one bit when he gently stroked and dug her bottom, or to be very much used to this situation. And, once they were done, they could right away get back to normal. How convenient it was! However, having sex with only that bare necessities had turned out to be way more mortifying for Na-Yool than being in a bright hotel room with a boyfriend, completely naked for the first time in front of each other. It was to the point she could die of embarrassment. Because right now, both of them felt like nothing more than beasts. Even the way their bodies were locked together was bestial. Unfortunately, the realization of it came belatedly. And the awful shame of feeling so bestial, in fact, caused Na-Yool an excitement greater than ever. For real, this might kill me if it keeps going on. Was there something wrong with her head? Had she gone crazy after sleeping a few times with Si-Jin? Suspicions naturally took over her. Of course, she also felt scared and mortified by her own actions. But at least now, all that was a later problem. Si-Jins hand slid from her pelvis down to her lower abdomen. As his big palm wrapped around, she thought he would caress it, but instead he curled his fingers in her wet bush and pressed her sensitive bud. fhuung, ung.., haa-ng Instead of ending it with a slow and shallow insertion, his touch persistently tormented her, as it rubbed up and down a thousand times. Na-Yool sucked his fingers and shook her hips with a soft moan, as if to take him in from both her mouth and lower opening at the same time. For being so adamant, you sure are sucking it in well. Hmph, hnnn For real, who did you learn from? Somehow, Si-Jins tone sounded faintly disgruntled. As if to bully her, he pushed his penis all the way in while he maintained a steady grind against her inner walls. Na-Yools legs, which were barely held on, were unable to withstand this momentum and collapsed. She had barely climaxed. But Si-Jin grunted, as if it was not his responsibility: How many times did you come by yourself already? It hit the spot C especially coming from him. It was a dozen times more mortifying that the voice belonged to the only person she did not want to show her lowest point to but at that thought, Na-Yool trembled with greater excitement. This made no doubt that she had gone mad. Chapter 32 Stand straight. snarled Si-Jin in a whisper while he lay on her. Na-Yool tried to, but it was pointless. kuuh Still unable to raise her body up, she simply quivered again with excitement. Just then, the hot thing that was filling her unexpectedly grew bigger, ready to explode. How even could that disgusting thing still get bigger? While Na-Yool was inertly astonished at that fact, Si-Jin firmly grabbed her waist with his wet hand that was now done with the teasing, and lifted her body straight. For a brief moment, it gave her a new sense of security. Si-jin, who had roughly pulled out, raised his waist and pushed back all the way again without any gap. Though the thrust was weak, the stimulation was excessively strong for her body that had just climaxed. The tip of his thick penis spread open her narrow walls and stabbed her deepest part. Ah-ang, ngh! At his every thrust, Na-Yools arms drifted dangerously, as if she was being swept away by the sea. Si-jins desk felt so wide and Na-Yool could not reach the edge even with her arms fully stretched. And so, with nothing to hold onto properly, Na-Yool started to instinctively escape by crawling forward. But Si-Jin was not the kind to let her. As if to punish her for daring to run away, he slapped her ass with the hand that was in her mouth. Of course, this was all while he relentlessly kept pounding her as his other hand was lodged on her waist. Ah! He then strongly pulled her waist with both hands outside the desk and thrusted back hard. The sharp staccato sound of their skin slapping crackled through the air. At the sensation of feeling penetrated all the way up to her throat, Na-Yool moaned, hardly breathing. Ha-uuuhng, hng! I cant go deeper than this but Uuhng, haa It seems like you cant take me all in backwards either. As he panted, his reproach fell on the back of her head. He muttered again as he slowly moved his waist,Really, youre damn too tight If you have C hnng C complaints, dont rush in then, ha-hnn As if C ahh C you dont take pleasure in. ah C sucking me in. Ah, ah-aan, uh-ahng! It comes off every time you squirt, so understand my frustration. Uhuuhk As expected, is it because its too narrow down there? To begin with. I am not C Ahh C tight. it is yours, that is, too C uhh C big. Until now, no one. has told me that C hnnn C I was. weird, uhaang! Just as she was vehemently protesting, he shoved deep through. Rendered speechless, Na-Yool sobbed. If you are going to be stupid and talk about your fucking exes at such a timing, stop right there. Your hole would have made them go soft too. Oh god, hole, how crude! Could you get any more vulgar! Damn Nowadays, that naggy thought would cross her mind half-seriously and half as a formality every time Si-Jin would swear. Meanwhile, he would continue to either ignore her remarks about his swearing or respond to it like a dog in heat So, it is yours, Mr. President, that is C hnn C weird! Their small dicks are to blame. Pricked by his words, Na-Yool quietly shut her mouth for a moment. Although it did happen with a few of them ? but less than Si-Jin thought ? , she never had a boyfriend with such a big one. Were they maybe half his size? Her mind wandered off for the first time while she had sex with him. Her body bounced spiritless as she pensively recalled a few memories, when a menacing voice invaded her ear. It stood with just a glance from you, so can you imagine how surprised I am that my boy would let me down in your hole? If it goes limp, youre on your own. Uh-uhk, ngh If it does, then C hnn C it cant, it cant be helped So its fine with you if we dont reach the finish line? Uhhng, hhnnng! Hahng! Hm? Are you okay with it? N-no As soon as she answered, Si-Jin released her waist to grab and lift her flaccid butt cheeks and started to hammer hard. He then looked down at his work as if it was meant to happen. Hnn, hnng Yes, he was enjoying the explicit sight of Na-Yools beautiful white ass wide open with her twitching flower-like back entrance in full view. And more than that, just below, the sight of his bulging penis frantically going back and forth stirring her insides. The outside of the condom was smeared with her love juice. Si-Jin stared at it with much delight, but on the other hand, he looked irritated as he was still thirsty. Chapter 33 Whenever their lower halves would smack together, Na-Yools juice would spill out with a squirt. As he pushed his way into her particularly soft and noisy wet insides, Si-Jin whispered that all these dirty noises were hers. Na-Yool flinched and sobbed. The liquid flew out between her legs and went down her thighs and wet her stockings. She swayed her hips to his thrust. As soon as she firmly tightened on the passage of his penis, she heard Si-Jin swear in a low voice,Ah, fuck His voice felt distant. Full with unbearable pleasure, she soon climaxed once again. Si-jin convulsed violently and pumped in the tight space a few more times. And finally, ejaculated as he reached her deepest depths. Their rough breaths mixed as their warm scent permeated the air After laying on her for some time, Si-Jin raised his body. The feeling of the foreign body escaping from below, that loss, was rather unfamiliar. Both their breathing and scent now remained as their own as they parted. At last, Na-Yool looked around his office, bright like broad daylight. She did not realize all lights were on until she finished her business. It said enough about how badly she had been carried away. To think I was sticking out my ass at the President in such an open place fully lit Her face burned up. She had heard his threat-like proposition on Monday but hadnt yet got even close to sleeping with him in a bed. If they did, it was very likely they would do it beast style. What have I done A shameful sense of reality hit her belatedly. A very heavy sense of reality. As if he couldnt care less about how she felt, Si-Jin got rid of the used condom and steadily cleaned his lower half. Na-Yool only gave it a side-eye, but it was still disgustingly big. Despicable. She tried to deny the emptiness she felt now that the sensation of him filling her insides was gone. Her inner thighs were all slippery with the sweet juice, but like Si-Jin said, at least it was hers. As he did not seem willing to properly finish things off, she squirmed her body to stand up with the intention to quickly get away from here. Are you okay? He was not exactly affectionate, but despite asking out of courtesy, he sounded quite sincere. When he asked about it, Na-Yool felt like she was being a bit needy about her own self, but in any case, she needed someone to hold onto. Even if it was Si-Jin, the very same culprit behind her current lack of strength. Its alright. Now that I am standing- Nothing could get more embarrassing than the hand that gently wiped her crotch with a tissue. Taken off guard, Na-Yool lightly stumbled, but Si-Jin promptly grabbed her waist while he meticulously wiped all her folds. His face was calm with no sign of any mischief and displayed only his usual detachment as if he was just doing his job. He looks different than when he blabbers whatever he wants to my face Although he had a shitty personality, could it be that he was that affectionate to his women? Or was he also that affectionate with women he just slept a few times with What about your stockings? I will throw them away. They got wet. The hand that was about to help her roll her stockings up, just took them off. Like an obsession, another thought came laying up on top of the previous one. A woman. Another woman. Si-Jins former Youre crazy, Kim Na-Yool. Nevertheless, as she looked down at his hands that took off her shoes and stockings one by one and placed her bare feet on his knees so as to not touch ground, she became somewhat annoyed. It was because it was incongruous that, despite not being very skillful nor a natural at it, he was capable of such consideration with that shitty temper of his. For some reason, his consideration was unwelcomed. Why? she asked herself. She really could not understand, why? Why was that incongruity such a big deal? Whether Kwon Si-Jin had previously met or would meet with a hundred or a thousand of women, that is to say, no matter how much he had slept around, why was she making a big deal out of it? Its not like we are in a relationship or anything. Chapter 34 Its not like we are in a relationship or anything. Si-Jin put her feet back into their respective shoes. It was an obvious story. Kwon Si-Jin was a man of outstanding appearance for whom any woman would fall for at first glance, not to mention his social situation. On the contrary, it would be weird that he did not have any lover. She remembered Kang-Hee once joked that despite Si-Jins neat and stiff attitude, women who did not know about it would definitely swarm around him. Of course this was assuming that, as someone even busier than his actual employees, he was willing to abide some time to it. From the beginning, Na-Yool could tell just from his looks, but she had once again been enlightened about it when they slept together for the first time last week. That Si-Jin was even good at that. To the point she wondered if that was the reason for his personality. What if he did not abide some time for a lover? Even if he did, he probably had already been living a life of debauchery. In any case, it did not matter. Not with her, anyways. Na-Yool could still confidently say that she was not affected at all by the obvious fact that Si-Jin had women in his life, nor the objective deduction that there were so many of them. Yes she could, but to herself. But to realize it so concretely The brutal realization that he might have done something like this to someone else, or that someone might have asked for his awkward consideration C and to so vividly imagine that he was willing to do it for her What is the point of getting involved then? There was none. None, at all. As she was still immobilized by Si-Jins body on top of her, Na-Yool, spiritless, looked at him, spreading her legs slightly apart. In fact, she was close enough to not actually see him. As she was lost in a daze, she did not notice Si-Jins fingers, wrapped in several pieces of tissue, penetrate her still wet hole. She kept defenselessly watching him, when she belatedly got startled. Wh-wh-wh-what are you doing?? Na-Yool broke away in haste, but he grabbed her waist and pulled her back. He brushed aside her curly pubic hair and dug in to superficially wipe her insides. He casually answered: Im afraid it will spill when youre walking, so Im wiping it off. I can go and take care of it myself! Where? In the bathroom, alone? I am turned on just thinking of it. Si-Jin ? oh so nonchalantly ? smacked his lips. Na-Yool could not tell if he was hungry for it or not. She blushed. Take it out, please. I didnt even put it in that much yet. He thoroughly swept her folds upwards and removed the damped tissue. Wet with her slick juice, the tissue passed by Na-Yools field of vision and got thrown in the trash. His tall figure casted a shadow above her head as Si-Jin rose to his full height. He pulled her wet underwear back up and lowered her skirt that had crawled up to her hips back into place. Apart from being so bold and resolute, his touch was somewhat clumsy. As expected, no matter how much he is loved by women, with that nasty personality of his, there is no way he would often have No way he would have done that kind of thing. It was certain. Suddenly changing her mind, Na-Yool accepted his clumsy but confident touch while being wrapped in a strange sense of relief. As much as his actions were rough, he was cautious in his own way, proceeding with care. Even so, Na-Yool was determined to never fool herself into thinking she was special Enough. You can stop now. she said, while she more or less struggled to remove his hand that had reached for her blouse. She was about to go to the toilets to fix herself again from head to toe. Besides, if she were to remain stuck to him, what had been done might very much start again Alright. Like putting her somewhat wishful thought to shame, Si-Jin blandly broke away from her first. Really, what an unpredictable man he was. One moment he would behave so hornily, verbalizing his raw desire, and the next he would be acting so unaffected. Na-Yool hid her disappointment and moved away from his desk. She concealed her facial expression and changed the tone she had just used, doing her best to pretend nothing had happened just before. Chapter 35 Then I will be going, Mr. President. Very well. A more cold-hearted, shorter answer than expected came back. She saw Si-Jin throw a few files on the desk they had laid together on just a few minutes ago and sit back on his chair. She chuckled with perplexity, Are you not going home? I still have some work left. When are you leaving then? Probably at 1 a.m, or 2 a.m., at the latest. If you are so busy, why then Why was he wasting time playing around with her was the implied question. Si-Jin answered nonchalantly, Because it helps me focus. His astonishingly bizarre answer left her dumbfounded. Chapter 7.A C Friday afternoon, 3:10 p.m. Focus. Focus. The word focus would not disappear at all from her mind. Ms. Na-Yool, you gave me the wrong Hansung logo file. This one got rejected by the President in the C proposal. I cant focus because of focus. What nonsense is that Because it helps me focus. Because it helps me focus That single sentence and its monotonous and incomparably calm tone were dominating Na-Yools thoughts. Every time she was about to forget about it, it kept coming back to mind repeatedly, which made her tragically lose concentration on her work. With no energy left to straighten her slumped shoulder, Na-Yool simply twisted her head to look at the clock. Im doomed. Its already past 3 p.m. If you keep on not giving me the Hansung logo, I am doomed too. Ahh, its driving me crazy. What should I do Despite skipping lunch at 1 p.m. to remain working at her desk as she was too busy, work had piled up with very little progress. She turned on the office instant messaging. She remembered checking it just 5 minutes ago, but it already had 4 unread messages. She felt a profound fatigue just looking at the preview written in bold. She did not know if it was fortunate or not that his name did not feature there. Or what she expected when opening it. Na-Yool mechanically opened all the new chat windows and started typing down. I sent it. I will send it to you today during working hours. I have just checked. Thank you for your concern. Na-Yool typed away dispiritedly while scrolling down her friend list with her mouse, until she found Kwon Si-Jin. It was a bit sneaky, but she had secretly hidden it in case other co-workers noticed they were exchanging private matters [My office] 11:12 a.m. Yesterdays sole conversation. When he had called her in to scold her. [Conference room D] 3.24 p.m. Their sole conversation from 3 days ago. Calling her in, he had then chewed her out in front of the video team. With great irritation, Na-Yool furiously scrolled the mouse wheel down. Be it before or after, all his messages were just like this. Perfectly uniformed. The chat window with Si-Jin was one-sided, and the messages shorter than the word short itself. She also had long stopped answering back to his messages calling her in out of boredom. Because she had to go anyway. At the remembrance of her body slightly trembling in fear ? despite already enduring it for 2 years ? when he had requested her to come to the conference room, she wanted to bang her head on the desk And reasonably so. It was conference room D, after all. Na-Yool tried to justify her worries. The reason being that, unlike the other conference rooms surrounded by transparent glass walls like done in foreign offices, conference room D was just a small and ordinary room. A room completely blocked by four walls. So perfectly blocked that no one could see inside A conference room. Just a conference room. Nothing strange about it. Anyway, it was only Tuesday back then and just one day after she had received his fake proposition / genuine threat. Fortunately they did not have sex in his car, but she could not even bring herself to mention what had happened At the thought of it, she had buried her blushing face in her hands and hurried her steps, along with a brave resolution: How much of a pervert exactly is this man? If he crosses the line during working hours, I will have to firmly cut him off. Yes, if he does, I must. Chapter 36 However, the moment she had entered the conference room she had realized the atmosphere was filled not with the air of lust, but instead a dreariness casted by a group of downhearted middle-aged men. Thinking that something was wrong, she had turned back, just to end up facing Si-Jin who was coming in. She did not remember well what happened after that. Feeling somehow moody, Na-Yool turned off the messaging box. Haa As Na-Yools head fell down with a deep sigh, Seung-Jae stopped his mouse and glanced at her. Ms. Na-Yool, could it be Unlike his usual self, he was cautious and did not end his sentence. But Na-Yool, unable to sense something was strange, just sank her head further down. In a similar manner, Seung-Jae let go of his mouse and ruffled his hair with a puzzled expression. Na-Yool heard Jin-Hoon muttering Whats wrong with these two? from his desk a little farther, but she couldnt care less. Haa For real Really No way their sighs were leading to a proper conversation. However, Seung-Jae, who was relatively more in his right mind, attempted to converse once again. Could it be that something is going on with your boyfriend? Completely way off mark. Wasnt it? Was Seung-Jae not off mark? Or could it be her? B.o.y.f.r.i.e.n.d. If the pervert of her life had such status, then Seung-Jae would not be in the wrong. No, no it wont. It cannot be. Never. Na-Yool shook her head sideways. No, nothing in particular happened. Then what is wrong with you? You have been acting weird since last week. When did I? Lately you always are, Ms. Na-Yool. Maybe its because we broke up? What?! Hm? What did you say? In the blink of an eye, Seung-Jae had dragged his chair and rushed to sit next to Na-Yool. Without taking a breath, he asked: You guys broke up?! Ah, yeah. When? Why? Its been a while. What? Hm? He looked so astonished it almost seemed like he was the one who had broken up. Before Na-Yool ? slightly oppressed by his reaction ? could add anything, Seung-Jae threw another question, closer to an interrogation than a simple inquiry. In Gapyeong? No wait, you did not even go close to Gapyeong sorry. Then, after the trip was cancelled? Was it back then? It was, wasnt it? That damn Gapyeong trip, as if having to listen to Sang-Hoon running his mouth because of it was not enough, now it was Seung-Jaes turn. Na-Yool nodded her head reluctantly, as if she was sick of it. He was not wrong. Well, time-wise, I guess its right. Wow that is crazy. Why would you go crazy over it? I dont even Seung-Jae sank his head down. Kind of perplexed, Na-Yool mumbled to herself. Right. At least she had not lost her mind over this matter. How much pride that fact had instilled in her! She needed to stop being thrown into confusion and return to her proud self from back then. Even if she had to force it. Personally, I am alright. I really am Ah, Ms. Na-Yool. You do not have to force yourself to say that you are okay in front of me. Really. Im not forcing myself I told you, dont. It makes me sad. It is not my intention to make you feel this way, but what can I do? I really am okay. How could you be? It has been barely a week since you broke up! M-more? Na-Yool managed to swallow back the word probably, which would reflect how hazy her memory was. She had reached the point where she could not clearly judge if it had been more than a week or not since their separation. Anyway, raise your head. Im okay, for real. I am too sorry, I cannot. What are you sorry for? It is not even your love life. Because it is partially my fault Seung-Jae, if you go around saying stuff like that, others might misunderstand it in a weird way. Na-Yool drew a firm line, always careful of what sort of rumors could spread. She was still looking at the top of his head. Ah, no, I mean not you two, but the trip. It blew up because of me. I did it. Right. You know, 3 or 4 weeks ago, that one trip your boyfriend originally booked for your 200 days anniversary where was it again Alright, stop it now. No need to elaborate more. If you had gone there, you would not have had any problems to begin with. Suddenly recalling the epic narration sent by Sang-Hoon at 2 a.m., she wondered if they indeed would have not. Maybe the timing would have been different. But it would have turned weird someday anyway. As she had absolutely no regret left, she felt remembering the times where they were no problems between them even more unpleasant. Just imagining him and herself stuck to each other Na-Yool hid her displeasure and smiled ambiguously. We were not together for long, but it was not for 1 or 2 days either. Do you think we would break up over such a trivial thing? At first, they obviously did, but no need to tell others about it. Na-Yool carefully shook Seung-Jaes shoulder, Firstly, could you raise your head? I really dont know why I am so uselessly creative, if only I had not been kicked out of the project then Na-Yool could not tell if he was boasting or blaming himself. She sighed deeply and asked again, Im telling you to look up. Talking nicely to me does not make my guilt go away So what should I do with your guilty conscience then? Now I look like a suspicious person. Ah. Seung-Jaes eyes carefully looked up at Na-Yool through his big hand that was covering his face. As his face was likeable to begin with, he kind of looked cute doing it. But thinking how he had dragged the conversation about Sang-Hoon, she really felt it was the biggest waste of her time. Though she had no intention to have a proper talk ? and besides, it was not even worth it ? this alone was like calling for a cold and thorough tongue lashing of Lee Sang-Hoon. The last time when I asked, you did not say anything. I am sure of it It must have been before the break-up. No remember, it was Monday. So after you broke up. The irony of a stranger being more accurate than her. Na-Yool nodded vaguely. Yeah. After we did, indeed. You lied for my sake, didnt you? Did not. That you were still together when in fact you were not. Just like that, right? No, not really. She denied it twice in a row, but Seung-Jae, convinced he was right, continued to lament with an unusual deep voice. If I found out that you two broke up last week because of the Gapyeong trip issue I keep telling you, its not the reason. the fact that I caused your break-up If you say that people will misunderstand! I- you were worried I would feel uncomfortable about it, so you were being considerate, right, Ms. Na-Yool? Seung-Jaes misunderstanding of Na-Yools hidden intentions could not be more incorrect. Despite not being able to see the real consideration she had always shown him, in his misunderstanding, his eyes currently saw Na-Yool as a caring wingless angel C or something close enough to it C when she actually was not. Na-Yool quickly gave up and muttered: Sure. Lets say I was being considerate. Even though you do not have to. His voice was full of thankfulness and guilt. If she wanted to, she could use his emotions to shamelessly control him, but for now she only hoped for a quick end. Anyway, we are at the company, Seung-Jae. Even if all other seats are empty, that is not an excuse. Lets leave the private talk at that. Exactly. It cannot be this way. What? Lets have a dinner party! We can talk in detail about it then, Ms. Na-Yool. What, why should we? What are you saying! What kind of dinner party has only two members! If you do not drink on such a day, when would you! Lets go! Lets have your favorite, beef! We have to work overtime today. So what, can we not get dinner if we work overtime? Of course we can! Chapter 37 You know it too. His tone was full of hope. Considering todays circumstances that her work was behind due to focusing, she was not pleased with his hopeful enthusiasm. Did you say, dinner party? Thats what I heard, so tada! Just then Kim Sang-Hoon PD (T/N: Acronym for production director), who was passing nearby Seung-Jaes desk, suddenly cut in, closing the distance like a clip attracted to a magnet called dinner party. At that moment, Na-Yool forgot to respond and frowned. Why did it have to be yet another Sang-Hoon!?! Let me join too, Lee Seung-Jae. Married men should go home early. Cant married men enjoy some fun time with the young ones? Hm? Or you want me to go back home early on a Friday night and suffocate under my wife? You bragged about her not that long ago. Oh, the situation has been a bit bad for a few days. At your age, please take care of your marital life by yourself. In moments like these, the fact that, despite being the youngest, Seung-Jae could talk candidly even with employees from other departments and whose ages were far apart from his, stuck out. To the point Na-Yool would wonder where his boastful artistic side had gone. It was also due to the company atmosphere, where seniority was not well-defined, but Seung-Jae was the kind of man you easily forgive with a What a cute young fellow. How mean, Lee Seung-Jae. What fun is there in just the both of you drinking together? For teamwork. This is a team dinner party. Yeah right, with just the two of you Hang on. Thinking of it, this doesnt sound like one. Why just you two, is there something else? Huh? Sang-Hoon of the Kim family started to babble with an inquisitive tone, while looking alternatively at Seung-Jae and Na-Yool. Na-Yool glared at Seung-Jae to look at the mess he had put her in. She already wanted to buzz off from the dinner thing, but now that it had been somewhat confirmed in front of a third party Seung-Jae answered while looking out for Na-Yools reaction. What do you mean, Kim PD, you are thinking too much. Ah, thats right! Didnt Na-Yool say she has a boyfriend? The one with the same name as me Oh, they broke up a while ago. Not that long ago, mind you Then what is it about you two? How suspicious. Nothing. I am telling you, there is absolutely nothing. Were they not supposed to be working? What was all that? After watching against her own will with miserable eyes the war of nerves going on next to her desk, Na-Yool then turned her head towards the monitor. Or to be precise, she intended to. Right then, a pop-up window from the office messaging appeared on the bottom of the screen, displaying the three characters of the name [Kwon Si-Jin]. As soon as she saw it, she feared for 2 seconds that one of the men next to her would have seen it as well, then 5 seconds later she reached the conclusion that Si-Jin might not have send such a sensitive message that she had to worry about it, and only then was she able to stare straight at her screen. With, this time, her head fully turned. If not, why only the two of you? Hm? For teamwork, teamwork! A teamwork for which team members are more important than outsiders. In the midst of the commotion, Na-Yool clicked on the new message. [Please be quiet in the office] 3:23 p.m. Now, what was that? Chapter 7.B C Friday afternoon, 4:10 p.m. So, are you working overtime today? It is the weekend, I should take it slowly. Kim PD is making a fuss to have a drink. Go have some fun with them. Yes, I heard him begging over and over for a dinner party. At this point, the planning team should just go have their own. How about you, Park PD? Today I should be done at midnight sharp. Im having a meeting with Hansungs PR team, the third one since this morning. Damn. And with the President coming along. he added quietly with a voice full of regret as he placed his mug underneath the coffee machine. On the opposite side, the other party let out a sigh of compassion. That, you are quite Fucked, yeah. Yes, sounds like it. It was an agreement that came from experience, without any hesitation. Being successful and having money at a young age, you would expect him to become more accommodating. But why is it that the more time passes by, the more inflexible he gets They say its even more true for wealthy people, after all. Anyway, even late, I said I will be going once Im done. So you too Yoon-Sung, come with us whenever you have time. said Park PD as he shook his head as if to shake off his disapproval. I had a team dinner party last Friday. If I go, my wife will kill me. Dont group them together. That was your team dinner party. This one is our team. Just as Yoon-Sung was about to look at Park PD with a dumbfounded look, the devil they were speaking of walked in the break room. An awkward silence floated for five seconds. They would not mind even if the break room was no more than a tiny space with just a few packets of instant coffee, if only it had a proper door. Despite being spacious enough to fit in a fully functional kitchen of about 4m, equipped with a high-class coffee machine, expensive imported tea bags, snacks like cookies and muffins always available, long and stylish dining tables and comfortable sofas that could fit many employees at once, it sadly had not a single door. The kitchen facility is attached to one wall in an L-shape, separated from the sofas by a long wall blocking the way, the only partition in the room. So if you were getting yourself a cup of coffee from the kitchen, there is no way of knowing who is on the other side of the wall or, because of the sound of the coffee machine, to even know if someone is coming to your side before they are actually there. Therefore, many people had the unpleasant surprise to end up facing Kwon Si-Jin without knowing he was coming. The two men exchanged a Did he hear? look, their inner swearing almost perceptible in the air. Time had not stopped and Si-Jin strided, inevitably coming closer to them. They politely bowed with a creaking sound, as if an invisible hand had pushed their head down. Si-Jin answered with an indifferent nod and walked to the fridge. Yoon-Sung, who was relatively more relaxed, continued the conversation as if it was nothing. That is the worst excuse you could come up with. Park PD, who was staring up at Si-Jins back of the head, flinched at the conversation suddenly resuming. Yoon-Sung glared at him to get his attention and, pulling himself together, Park PD nodded back with a vague Oh, yeah. How much did he suffer to react this way? Yoon-Sung continued speaking, his voice filled with sympathy and pity for Park PD. If my wife heard you, she would ask why I am even following other teams to their own dinner party Her jaw would drop. Its not like it was the first time we drank together anyway. Park PD finally succeeded in answering in a somewhat relaxed manner. His anxious gaze though was still fixed on Si-Jins every move. As Park PD wondered why he was taking out veggies C not usually found in a companys fridge C, Si-Jin passed the two men back and headed to the sink. Last week I drank myself ill and got a warning from my wife. If I do it again, I will get kicked out of the bedroom. Hey, only two obnoxious drunkies promised to come. Kim PD and Choi Jin-Ho. Choi Jin-Ho is coming too? Ah, then I really dont want to go. Have a sense of duty. As fellow obnoxious drunk lets look after each other, is that it? You got it! Chapter 38 Meanwhile, Si-Jin took out a steel bowl out of nowhere and neatly put the veggies in. Even Yoon-Jung got distracted by the unusual sight of Si-Jin washing them one by one, before snapping out of it and continued the conversation. In any case, please leave me out. Are you really going to be like this? By the time I arrive, Choi Jin-Ho will probably already be out of it. Arent you a newlywed? Ive been married for 2 years, how can you call me a newlywed? If the feelings of it remain, then we still are, no matter how many years pass. Did your wife wiretap you? Were you instructed to say this? Oh come on, Park PD. Anyway, it will make Kim PD happy if you go back home after listening to his rambling. Hes been very unhappy these days. Im alright. Ah, from the editorial design team, how about Lee Seung-Jae? Last time, he was so damn I mean, really Yoon-Sung glanced at Si-Jin and corrected his language, like a student conscious of using slang in front of his teacher. Contrary to his looks, he is a heavy drinker. Thats why Kim PD adores him. Lee Seung-Jae? You know, the one sitting next to Na-Yool. Ah, that one. Yes. The Hongdae guy. God, dont even mention it. Dont you know its because of him that Kim PD was all pumped and whined? Why? Because he said his team was having a dinner party. Whats wrong with that? The sound of the water running in the sink suddenly stopped. Sensing a change in the air, Yoon-Sung glanced at Si-Jin again but saw nothing seemingly out of place. Only that Si-Jin was now done with washing his veggies, clean enough. With a straight-face that no ordinary person could see through, Si-Jin shook off the excess water. He looked slightly sensitive, but again, he often did. So they had to believe they were absolutely not the reason for it. Half of the editorial designers are on maternity leave. No matter how you see it, it looks like they are dating. Ah, now that Ye-Eun too is on leave there are only 2 editorial designers left? One woman, one man. Thats how it is now. True. If these two youngsters want to have a dinner party, you should leave them be. But that old man, he insisted that they let him in too. He got rejected after whining for a while and thats why he said we should have a dinner party as well. Kim PD is a good person, but he can be so slow-witted A young woman and a young man, why would he get between them! Saying so makes you sound rather old, Park PD. Hey. But is Lee Seung-Jae interested in older women? Although Yoon-Sung asked a trivial question, his attention focused towards Si-Jin, his ears perking up as he wondered what that sudden rattling sound was. Park PDs gaze also followed the sound. Where did he get that thing? A foreign object appeared from what seemed to be the upper cupboard. A large mixer for which most employees would think Was there such a thing there? once they see it. Although it was not surprising to find a mixer in the break rooms kitchen (spacious enough to even have an oven), the mixer was quite different from the other utilities already shared by the employees. It was also strange that he was using it for his personal use. Si-Jin plugged in the mixer as if used to it and put the mixing bowl in. Mesmerized and wondering what he was preparing, Park PD answered one beat late. Shes only one year above, you cant really call that being older. They are more like friends. Na-Yool is one year older? Then that is perfect. They suit each other, right? The celery rattled nervously in the device. Followed by the broccoli, even louder. And on top, the carrots, as if to crush them. Even though Park PD and Yoon-Sung wanted to believe their hunch was wrong, they could not deny the worrying reality that the clues, starting to show up one by one, pointed to. That bastard, could it be that he heard earlier when we badmouthed him I dont think he is upset about calling it fucked to be with him, or the remarks about his wealth. Yeah, that much, Im sure he can stomach. Surely. It is not me. It has nothing to do with me. They do. Although Na-Yool might be too good for him That Hongdae guy, he is a bit carefree, but lots of women like this kind of cheeky attitude, so Brum-brum-brrrrrrrrrr! Just then, a loud roaring motor sound completely engulfed their voices. Speechless, they both blinked their eyes and stared silently at the green vortex formed in the mixer. The mixing had been conducted so diligently that all the various veggies had been reduced to a lump-less liquid pulp to the point they could not be told apart, then poured into a cup. Its color did not quite qualify as green, but it was too greenish to either call it brown It was an unpleasant color. With a He sure has a strong stomach look on his face, Yoon-Sung turned his head towards Park PD. In any case, until Si-Jin left the room, the two subordinates could not halt their insubstantial conversation. All for the sake of pretending nothing had happened! He is indeed popular, that guy. Do you remember? Just when he joined the company, when Su-Jeong tried to make a pass at him and got rejected? Was that him? Yes, I am pretty sure it was Lee Seung-Jae. I was there, right? Why cant I remember? Such a funny episode. You probably passed out from too much drinking. But I guess the two of them do have a little something going on? Seeing how you keep talking about it. Of course, the word keep had a little tricky meaning. It implied that the talking was limited to in this break room and just between the two of us. And also mostly that keeping talking idly was their way out of that other threatening pressure on their neck. Thats what Kim PD said, but I didnt see it. Ah, talking about Kim PD, it reminds me of something. Doesnt Kim Na-Yool have a boyfriend? You know, the one with the same name as Kim PD. Oh, her boyfriend? I heard they broke up a while ago. Just then they thought they heard a laughter, as if mocking them. A laughter that did not come from either Yoon-Sung or Park PD. Dont make me laugh. The literally chuckling voice was low and not that powerful, but it was enough to stick into their ears. The room got wrapped in a heavy silence. Of course, Si-Jin did not even bother to look at them. Almost as if he knew his disdain contributed to pushing Park PD and Yoon-Sung even farther to the brink. Before they realized Si-Jin had drunk down all the unpleasant smoothie, he was already washing the cup and the mixer as effectively as he would carry any task. The running sound of the water persisted in the silence, until Si-Jin eventually turned it off. He put back the utilities and looked at the two of them standing as if waiting for the death sentence. ? His facial expression was one of wonder at why, although he understood they would be on edge, they were standing there with a gawk on their faces. To mock them in their face and play innocent the next second, he sure was taking toying with them too far. Park PD, particularly upset as one of the oldest employees of the company, swallowed up his resentment in front of his much younger superior. Keep up the good work. Si-Jin lightly greeted Park PDs bitter and trembling face. He then swiftly left the room without waiting for their polite answer. Ahh, we are fucked. We are. Thank you, Park PD. Thanks for that. So, should we drink or not. Fuck it, lets go! Chapter 39 Chapter 8 C Friday evening, 8:17 p.m. Okay. I will collect all corrected drafts and send them to Baeksan then. Thank you. Are you getting off from work now? I should, soon. I heard you are going on a date with Seung-Jae after work? asked Hee-Jung with a playful smile. It was already the third time today Na-Yool had been asked this question. Including messages received on the office messenger, the sixth time. Without acting flustered nor denying it, Na-Yool just quietly shook her head. Those are false rumors, false rumors. Really? Yes. Really. Just rumors. Anyway, that damn gossip ground of a company Although the company was so uselessly spacious ? as if to tell its employees to live without looking at each others face ? it certainly sounded way more cramped, seeing how fast a rumor could spread. You should try to seriously give it a thought, though. About what? Dating Lee Seung-Jae. Why? retorted Na-Yool, perplexed. Hee-Jung, 10 years older than Na-Yool, laughed amused by her cuteness. I dont know how this rumor came out butNo, actually I do know how. Yes, I do. Earlier Kim PD was passing by our desks but stopped to throw a tantrum about not wanting to go home and Isnt he kind of cute? asked Hee-Jung, casually ignoring Na-Yools explanation. What? Lee Seung-Jae. Why do you keep mentioning him? You should know better, but you sound like an amateur. Of course, the idea was not necessarily unpleasant. Because Seung-Jae was not a dreadful choice. In another company she had even been set up for marriage at the age of 24 with a 39-years-old manager, so she was almost thankful to be coupled at 29 with a fine young man only one year younger than her. Nevertheless, what good would there be in being entangled with a colleague who was pushed on her by the other employees and become the talk of the town? Was there any single benefit to it? Even if it was a joke, the more talk there was about it, the firmer she had to be to shut it down or else rumors would remain for a while in one way or another. She could do with people wrongly remembering that she had something going on with Lee Seung-Jae, as long as they did not bullshit her with some Didnt he reject you back then because you kept throwing yourself at him? remarks. And Im already in such a muddle It really was burdensome and so pointlessly noisy and tiresome. In any case, the craze for matching people romantically was unchanged, regardless of their age or situation. Be it in middle school when a girl and a boy get teased for studying together, or in college when you clap for your friends to date each other out of boredom, or even getting matched now as a grown-up with a job. This country is such a sucker for love stories Korea was so helpless on this matter. As she pestered her country, Na-Yool felt the need to trample without dreams or hopes on this pathetic situation. Its because I know well that I am poking around. Na-Yool had to answer carefully to such meaningful words. If she denied calmly, her denial would seem too weak, but if she denied too vehemently then it might get misunderstood as answering in the affirmative. If I had to say, he is also handsome. His body too, its pretty nice. He must be taking care of it, right? Despite his looks, he is quite diligent! No, I think he would fall if I hit him just once. Na-Yool was answering with moderate cautiousness, apathetic yet uncompromising. Plus, Seung-Jae honestly was a little thin. He seemed to have some muscles but, judging from the fancy clothes he liked to wear like a celebrity, he undoubtedly had a slim line. For having such tastes, he had to be. Therefore Seung-Jae was far from being skin-and-bones, but it did not mean that he was objectively attractive nor that she had any reason to objectively praise his looks. At this point Hey! I dont think he would. That kid is not exactly Na-Yool chose her words carefully again. Although Seung-Jae was the one responsible for this situation for mentioning the dinner party in front of Kim PD, he meant to comfort her, so she could not randomly find fault with him either he is not exactly reliable. Thats just it. Of course, in terms of work rather than body. That fact at least was not defaming towards Seung-Jae. Na-Yool, you havent dated younger men? Ah, not really Only older ones? Well, yes, basically So what if Seung-Jae was younger or older? Not only did he not qualify to be classified this way, but they did not even have a slight interest in each other, so what was the point of this conversation? Right now, listening attentively then denying any involvement was much needed. Indeed, even if its by one year, he is still a younger man. When you keep dating older ones, even men of the same age as you will end up looking like kids. Yes, exactly. Even his actions look childish right? You said it. Thats exactly it! Na-Yool was delighted. Hee-Jung nodded vigorously and added: Which is why you should try dating him. ? How did the conversation flow this way? This is your time to date him. Not old men that have lived many more years than you. Sang-Hoon, who had suddenly become an old man just by being 4 years older than her, would be crying out of injustice. Of course, Sang-Hoon could be considered to have become an old man at an early stage. Even if all 33-years-old people were technically young. You are so lovely, its such a waste. I understand your principles, but I feel you are missing out by dating only older men. It just happened this way, its not like I had principles or anything. When you look at it, younger men clearly have a cute side to them, and also the satisfaction of looking after and carrying for them So what, were older people especially grown-up and mature? Even the younger men that Hee-Jung found cute would eventually become older ones to someone. In Na-Yools eyes, whoever they are, they were all just the same Korean men who were raised so preciously. The depth and extent of consideration are standard, as if all predefined. Saying For you, of course I would is, when you think about it, the result of showing great generosity at heart. Only until that generosity bothers the precious gentleman hidden in ones heart. Or until you get tired of that relationship. It is all about how long you can pretend not to have feelings, or pretend these feelings are not what they are So mature or cute, they are all alike anyway. Sang-Hoon also basically acted like an adult. That is, back in the days their love was in full bloom. Younger ones are fine, the cute type, the needy type, all are good, but right now Im already having a hard time taking care of myself It sounds like a hassle, right? But let me tell you. Do you know what is fascinating? What is it? Hee-Jung whispered as if to reveal a grand secret. If you love that man, it wont. It truly was fascinating. Na-Yool felt her will to fight slipping away but, unwilling to back off, she tried her best to raise objections. Isnt it impossible to like a troublesome man from the start? Why are you already so narrow-minded about it? Youre not even 30 yet. You need to have an open mind. Obviously, if he is troublesome, it would be hard to have good feelings about him Youre right. It is difficult. Of course it is. Yes, right? Thats why in that case, a nice face is an absolute prerequisite. A young, good-looking face with a firm skin. Ah. Na-Yool nodded as if she found it kind of convincing. You need to feel good just looking at him. That way, you will feel good even when you go around together. That might be Sometimes, it also helps with putting up with your hardship when you are tired. If your man doesnt have a face with that effect, he should at least have some skills. See, thats how men should be. Hee-Jungs words flowing into her ears sounded less like an utopia than a diatribe. Chapter 40 How could love always be the same? If you look at his face whenever love cools down, even if it does not make you feel better, it at least should not make you feel worse. Unless there is an unfortunate reason to keep him around. I got married, so be this or that, its not like I can throw him away anyway. Hee-Jung chewed on her lips. Na-Yool felt that the subject had stealthily shifted from Seung-Jae to Hee-Jungs husband. Her willingness to listen attentively was fading away as Hee-Jungs chattering went on. Na-Yools eyes rolled around and started losing focus in the distance. In any case, there are more options than you might expect so dont be so categoric about it, Na-Yool. Though I understand you are especially careful because its between colleagues. I would be careful indeed, but really, Seung-Jae is just a subordinate and I also know what youre worried about. But still, love could be closer than you think. And its not like our company cares about office love affairs we just dont do it because we dont have the time to face each other properly. Anyway, Im just saying not to regrettably miss your chance at love by playing it safe. Like I said, this relationship is And to give a chance to people around you. Who am I anyway to do so? Disconcerted by the mention of giving a chance, Na-Yool decided to sort things out. But well, you know, I am me. And Seung-Jae is not particularly interested in me. Do you really think so? Ask him. You will see You really do? Na-Yool had no idea why Hee-Jung seemed so confident. She laughed awkwardly. That guy has no intention to woo me, so can you imagine how wronged he might feel if I go around rejecting the idea of dating him? Hee-Jung grabbed her chin with an unfathomable expression. For some unknown reasons she started losing confidence. So its not just about whether I like him or not. Hm-hmm. Of course he really is a good person, but dating him, or seeing him as a man I definitely hate it. Na-Yool did not like using the word hate towards Seung-Jae, but she had to make that firm statement as the conversation was clearly not flowing in the direction she wished. Hee-Jung finally nodded her head with a convinced look. Well, your opinion on the matter is clearly set. And him too, he doesnt see me as a woman. I am sure he doesnt like me either. Just think about how many times Ive scolded him for not doing his work properly. Now I feel sorry for that poor Seung-Jae. Aah really, why do you keep doing this Na-Yool made a long face and Hee-Jung burst into laughter. Because you are just so cute. Both of you. Well, time to get off work. They all are having so much fun It was fascinating to see how excited everyone was over gossip that appeared out of nowhere. Na-Yool abruptly ended the conversation, turned back and walked away in a haste as a witty Still, think about it! came from behind her from another employee. It only meant one thing: that they had held their breath and pretended to work while they listened to the whole conversation. When Na-Yool came back to her desk she noticed the dinner party goer was nowhere to be found. She stared blankly at her screen still on and picked up her phone after a while. It was clear with what expectations she was looking at it. She was checking to see if there was something else following the sudden and enigmatic Please be quiet in the office message. I knew it. Nothing. As expected, she thought, before something on the screen she was about to turn off caught her eyes. Messages from a certain someone with way too many things to say that she had switched off all notification alarms from him From: Manic-depressive lunatic [Today Ill be waiting in front of your office] 7:49 PM Na-Yools face turned white the instant she looked at the preview window. For better or worse, she had not blocked Sang-Hoon ? even if he was annoying ? in case something like this or something she was not aware of happened. Na-Yool looked at the clock urgently. 8:28 pm. Sang-Hoons company was not that far away. He had sent that message roughly 40 minutes ago, so even in the case it was sent when he set off, it was very likely that he had already arrived in front of Ethical Communications. She nervously looked down on her phone again. Just how much more bullshit does he have to unload Out of the 45 new messages she had received, 40 were from the manic-depressive lunatic? no, Sang-Hoon. At this point it was a wonder that he still had anything left to vent out after already venting so much. Despite telling herself not to scroll it, her finger moved reflexively. Fucking curiosity Since the beginnings of things, damn curiosity had always doomed humanity. [Dont you have anything to say to me?] 4:55 PM Why else would she not contact him then? To think it took him a whole week of being ignored to figure that out [Right, thats how you are] 5:49 PM He could not even hold it in one hour after his pitiful attempt to bait her out to get an answer from her had failed. Instead of not answering anything, the only answer he could have expected from her to his Dont you have anything to say to me? was at best a Yeah, Ive got nothing to tell you. Unfortunately, there were more messages. [I know it too] 5:49 PM [that I made a mistake on Sunday night] 5:49 PM [But] 5:49 PM [you are in the wrong too] 5:50 PM [You shouldnt treat me this way, Na-Yool] 5:50 PM [like I dont mean anything now that we are not together] 5:51 PM Messages were timewise cut off here which hinted at how overwhelmed he was after writing that one. Na-Yool suspected he had discreetly slipped out to the bathroom to sob and wipe up his tears. [Even if we broke up] 6:04 PM [thats not how it should be] 6:05 PM [I didnt treat you this way] 6:05 PM [To the very end you were always selfish, but I wasnt] 6:05 PM That was rich, coming from the one who had treacherously asked for a break-up without warning What a greatly devoted human being he was! [Is that the only manners you have towards the man you dated for 200 days or so?] 6:06 PM [Tell me, is that the only respect you have for me as your ex] 6:06 PM This manic-depressive lunatic, he had dumped her light-heartedly, and yet what was he expecting now? As if it was not depressing enough to get dumped, now she had to show him some manners? Not only was the critics astonishing, but she had never disrespected him in any way either. She had obediently broken it off and even warmly bid him farewell when, full of himself like the main lead of a drama, he had tragically asked her to please let him go. Had she not been thoughtful back then not to mock him by pointing out she was not holding onto him in the first place?! Never did she expect he would pester her this way for her manners. [Do you think everything is over once we break up?] 6:07 PM If it was not over, then what else? [Ive been waiting for over a week] 6:07 PM [You probably didnt contact me because youre having a hard time] 6:08 PM [If I wait, you will surely get in touch] 6:08 PM [Thats what I thought, and the reason why I kept contacting you one-sidedly like a fool, to make you feel less burden] 6:09 PM To make me feel less of a burden? His purpose was somewhat shocking, but it was fortunate that he was at least aware how weird his current state was. [Did you enjoy it, seeing me like this?] 6:09 PM [It sure looks like you did, Kim Na-Yool] 6:10 PM [Seeing how you thoroughly checked every single message despite not answering even once] 6:10 PM For real now, Na-Yool was sick of being endlessly bombarded with Sang-Hoons messages. Though she had to admit that as time passed by, this situation sometimes felt comical, and she could not help but find it funny as if it was someone elses business. Chapter 41 At times, his messages were so vividly well-written that she could even feel the meltdown of the narrators ego in real time. Although obviously, it had not quite the effect ? to touch her heart that is ? Sang-Hoon was hoping for. [Wasnt it even tough for you to watch me suffer?] 6:10 PM He was the one who dumped her, yet here he was hoping for respect and sympathy [I even thought I was getting punished] 6:11 PM [for not giving you a second chance then] 6:11 PM [Aah, I] 6:11 PM [Yeah, Im getting punished for hurting you] 6:12 PM Today as well, Sang-Hoon stayed true to the name she had registered him as. He could blame Sundays messages on the alcohol, but these were sent with an absolutely sane mind. The flow of the following messages depicted well his dramatically subdued emotions. [So this time its my turn to wait] 6:12 PM [Thats what I thought and waited] 6:12 PM After barely waiting one week? Yeah, right, that was smooth. [If I waited you would say something] 6:13 PM [If you really felt sorry for me, you would try to make things right] 6:13 PM ? Feel sorry about what? Make what right? [But arent you too much?] 6:14 PM [Were not the kind to just stop talking after breaking up, are we?] 6:14 PM [Its not like were not going to see each other anymore, is it?] 6:15 PM [Why do you keep making things difficult?] 6:16 PM Who? What things?! [I dont thnk I can waitt for u to deal with it] 7:22 PM With idle time after getting off work, it seemed Sang-Hoon had taken the opportunity to enjoy some drinking. The messages sent about one hour later were filled with typos. It was like Sundays messages all over again. [Lets meet] 7:27 PM [Meet dis oppa just 1 time] 7:33 PM [u work late tday too?] 7:35 PM [Tdy Ill b waitin in frunt of ur ofice] 7:49 PM Although the original text looked like this, its content was so dangerous that Na-Yools eyes automatically read it correctly. The infinite seriousness of Sang-Hoons tone ended up sounding ridiculous, but Na-Yool could not bring herself to even smile faintly as before. What are you doing? It was Seung-Jae, coming back to his seat. He pulled his chair as he spoke and busily clicked on his mouse, waking up a Na-Yool stiffened by the bad news she had received. Without answering, Na-Yool first fell into agony. There was a high probability that Sang-Hoon was waiting outside right now. Half out of his mind, most likely. If she went with Seung-Jae to their dinner party like this, he would surely meet with Sang-Hoon, and Sang-Hoon would surely do something embarrassing Ahh, it was horrifying. The thought of Seung-Jae, of a fellow coworker seeing Sang-Hoon in that state was simply horrifying. But if I go out on my own She would see him alone. Which in itself also was horrifying. Na-Yool violently chattered her teeth, stuck in a dilemma she could not get out of. In the midst of her internal struggle, she felt Seung-Jaes curious glances on her, but she had no time to worry about it. Tormented for a while by the worries on her mind, Na-Yool plunged into despair as she realized the clock was already hitting 8:35 p.m. Alright. If you want something done, better do it yourself! She lifted her head up as she embraced this resolution, 22 years overdue. This moral lesson had been a hidden teaching from the cartoons she used to watch around age 7, but only now was she resolute to apply it whatever the outcome was. But still, to let Sang-Hoon be seen by someone, be it Seung-Jae or any other employee Are you done with revising the proposal for Baeksan? Huh? Na-Yool, who was busy slamming her head against her phone in anguish, jolted up. Surprised by her jolting, Seung-Jae flinched. The revised version for Baeksan. Ah, yeah I handed it over earlier. Then you are done. Yeah. So you were waiting for me all this time It was not exactly so, but Na-Yool distractedly nodded, her mind focused on the [in frunt of ur ofice] message. Seung-Jaes face clouded up with an even sorrier expression. I am sorry to say that when I am the one who asked you out, but would you mind waiting a bit longer? how long? asked Na-Yool right away, skipping answering in the affirmative. She simply was eager to estimate the exact time difference between here and Sang-Hoon, so in other words, how long exactly would it take. But to Seung-Jae who already felt in the wrong, it sounded like she was annoyed at him. Seung-Jae apologized abruptly. I am sorry. Are you angry? What? Why are you apologizing? Why should I be angry? You really are angry, Ms. Na-Yool sighed Seung-Jae thinking Na-Yool was being ironic. What is wrong with that kid now? Confused, Na-Yool muttered while looking alternately at Seung-Jae and her phone. No, nothing like that, I just want to know how much longer it will take. If I say you have to wait more, you will leave me behind anyway Gosh, listen to what people actually say. I said I will wait, but Im asking how much longer. Interpreting her tone as a sign of annoyance, Seung-Jae ducked his head in a repentant manner, then raised it back about 3 seconds later as he realized what she had actually said. His face, suddenly turning lively after looking so gloomy, was exactly like one of a child. You just have to wait a little longer. But this, the client said the source in the video is slightly wrong, but the video team said they cannot fix it until the weekend, thats why Thats why you are fixing all the contents in the brochure so that it matches with the video contents? They begged me to cover for them, so what other way do I have. Anyway, it will not take long. It should take about 20-30 minutes, so Distracted once again by her phone, Na-Yool nodded vaguely. She then busily started to pack her things in her handbag. The sight of it made Seung-Jae slurred his words with a puzzled look. Ill wait. It looks like you are leaving though? It really looked like so. Because she was. Her head bobbing busily, Na-Yool pushed her chair under her desk and shut down her computer. Ill wait. Outside. Why not keep warm inside? Theres something Ive wanted to buy for a few days now, but I couldnt because I always worked until too late. So Ill go buy it somewhere near here. What Moisture cream, eye cream, sleeping packs, stuff like that. Stuff you dont know and do not care about. Na-Yool had answered in one single breath. It was closer to rap than speaking. As for her body, she had almost turned her back fully on Seung-Jae and her desk. Not at all. I am very interested in such things. Then, how about buying it when we leave togeth? No, nope. Plus, I take time to pick them. Still, you waited for me, how could I just I dont mind, no matter how long it takes. Even if it takes a full hour to look at one moisture cream. That kid, no doubt he would change his mind once he actually stood an hour next to her looking at moisture cream. Lets see if he could make the same speech then! Na-Yool was unreasonably venting her anger at the guiltless Seung-Jae who had no idea of what was going on, but she managed to calm it down. He is a good kid. He cant work properly, but he is a good kid. You have your work to do too, so it would be a waste of time anyway to go buy it together. Right? That is true. You in the office. Me buying my stuff. Lets use our time efficiently, Seung-Jae. Then, when I am done I will? Yeah, contact me. Anyway, Im going. See you! Na-Yool, exhausted from rushed talking, hastily stomped away while the handbag she held in her hand swung in the air. Chapter 42 8:42 pm. Na-Yool was filled with anxiousness, and here she was wasting time again in an unexpected place. Could she be even more stressed? If it was up to her, she would rather rush down the stairs this instant. Right now, even quietly waiting for an elevator was hard for her. Nevertheless, the only reason her feet were moving diligently toward the elevators was for her rationality reminding her how much slower she was than the machine. When she reached the elevators, she saw one of them had already passed down the 31st floor and she looked at the one next to it. Its going down from the 7th floor 7, the bad luck number (T/N: Not a mistranslation. Na-Yool probably has some personal story with this number. She is also not quite sane in mind at the moment) She inwardly grumbled some absurdities and looked back anxiously. One going down from the 34th floor, one going up from the 27th floor Unexpectedly, the other two elevators behind her were useless, as they stopped only on even-numbered floors except for the lower ones. If she did not quickly get rid of Sang-Hoon waiting in front of the company, it made no doubt her anxiousness would not go away. If not only Seung-Jae, her team member she had to face every day, but also the loose-lipped Kim Sang-Hoon PD from the Planning Team with the same name, or even all the other middle-aged coworkers that hang with him were to meet him The mere thought of it made her head spin. Na-Yool nervously double-checked the time. 8:44 pm. The ominous sight of a double 4. (T/N: 4 is considered a bad luck number as it pronounces the same as death in Korean). Feeling somewhat icky, Na-Yool raised her head. Even though the number 7 felt like bad luck in this situation, it was all just superstition anyway. Are you going home? Oh god. It seemed like it was not just superstition after all. As she could not believe her eyes, Na-Yool alternately looked at her phone then Si-Jin who had appeared next to her. Chapter 9 C Friday evening, 8:44 p.m. Thinking about it, 8 divided by 2 is 4, right? Then there are four 4s. It is 4444 There are as many unlucky numbers as you can multiply them. As Na-Yool stared defiantly at Si-Jin while internally trying to force her nonsensical theory to make sense, Si-Jin quietly raised his eyebrows. What is it? Ah, no, just The time displayed on her watch had given her the most ominous feeling she ever felt ? how could she tell him how fascinating it was that the timing of his unpleasant arrival perfectly matched it? Na-Yool averted her eyes towards the elevators and made up an excuse with a stern tone. I was just surprised by your sudden appearance. Rather than being surprised It looked more like you just discovered something important while looking at me? No, not really For example, something fascinating? That damn perceptive man. What could I be fascinated by? I simply looked at your face As soon as Na-Yool (unrelatedly to the context) rejected its existence, that not-fascinating face of his entered once again her sight. His freakiness truly was unbeatable. Truth is, she was fascinated. How could such a freak successfully display such a brazen face was a wonder. It was not the face of a person looking at a person. Not the face of a person looking at a person, now what was he saying I am a person. And believe it or not, so are you Mr. President, so it probably was a persons face. Probably. Sounds like you arent sure either. Didnt I say so last time? To not use words with vague meanings. I, too, already asked you many times not to act this way in the office where there are a lot of passersby. What way? If Si-Jin could not figure his problem on his own, Na-Yool wished he would at least do some self-introspection. Without a word, her eyes slowly scanned his body. If he wanted that much to show her his brazen face, she would rather he stand right in front of her, instead of standing next to her with his head oddly leaning towards her own face. Being together, they might be looking like a playful couple enjoying some sweet time. But had Si-Jin been on his own, no doubt he would have looked like the greatest weirdo ever. Belatedly enlightened by his voluntarily clueless expression, Na-Yool naturally turned away from him to indicate she had nothing to do with him. An elevator stopped just at this instant. Resisting the urge to rush in, Na-Yool stuck her feet on the floor. She had waited for it for so long, but she was still under the 44 minutes curse after all. No matter how pressed for time she was, she could not risk going down together with Si-Jin, an even more tactless person than Seung-Jae whom she had barely got rid of. She was concerned things might take a very strange turn, or that he might chat her up again like the pervert he was But the tough conclusion Na-Yool had reached shattered in just 3 seconds. Whereas she expected him to get in without looking back, Si-Jin turned around and glanced at her with a suspicious look. And his hand holding the empty elevators doors so that no one else could close it. What is it now? Go down first, Mr. President. ? I will take the next car. Car? As soon as she stupidly misspoke, Na-Yool felt even more mortified. Ah, no, the elevator. The next one coming, the left one. Why, though? pragmatically asked Si-Jin. Na-Yool answered stiffly. I dont want to take the one on the right. You had no problem riding it every few mornings Thats when I am busy and do not have any other choice. Whats your reason? Just a mood Mood? I am in a bad mood, so I dont want to take the right one. Matter closed. Na-Yool abruptly brushed him off in one single breath like she did for Seung-Jae, forgetting to inhale between words. Just then, the left side elevator she had been feverishly waiting for arrived. She rushed into it in a flash, as if she had never stood in front of the right one. She was just about to quickly press the close button, when Si-Jin slipped nonchalantly between the already half-closed doors. Those cursed 44 minutes! Since we took the elevator you like, please go on. That talk about your favorite elevator. When I go home, I always ride the left one in a good mood. I have always liked the left side. Thats quite progressive. Yes. Also when I was young I used to be left-handed though my family is conservative so they had me use my right hand to fix it. Thats why, now I am talking absolute nonsense, am I right? Si-Jin bluntly shut off her nonsensical babbling meant to avoid a proper conversation, and Na-Yool closed her mouth. 24th floor, 23rd floor She would feel better if at least someone else, even someone she did not know was here, but why was it that she always ended up in an elevator with only this man and no one else? At least the elevator should not stop if no one was going to get in! But as if she really was cursed, the elevator took a terribly long time to reach the 2nd floor as it kept regularly stopping on other floors. While Na-Yool was trying to ignore his presence by fixing her gaze on the doors and changing numbers on the elevator panel, Si-Jin stared at her, his head leaning to the side. And so. The reason you had to so desperately run away. The stupid reason you had to take another elevator even though we would meet again on the 1st floor, what could it be? Arent you going to the underground parking lot? Na-Yool involuntarily turned towards him to answer, only to promptly turn back her head with an oops expression. Just then his big hand roughly grabbed her cheeks and turned her head back towards him. I am, but we can just split up later. Was that your reason? Considering how he spent most of the time not showing any interest in what she was doing, it was surprising how he suddenly started interrogating her. She was indeed acting suspicious, but in normal times, he would not even pay attention to it. Did he feel something about Sang-Hoon? She remembered on Monday morning, when he had read Sang-Hoons unbelievable messages in this elevator. He had briefly interrogated her like this too, very out of character. It cant be that he is jealous Chapter 43 Was it that maybe Si-Jin wanted to join in the next time Sang-Hoon harasses her? It was expected from his bad nature, that tendency to bully her so efficiently by stabbing her shameful spots rather than the painful ones when the right occasion came up. Your answer. I also did not want to ride it together. muttered Na-Yool rolling her eyes, her cheeks still squeezed by his hand. Her face was so comical that even Si-Jin, expressionless, burst into a low laugh. How cutely cheeky. Is it that you want to get your lips suckled on in the lobby? A casual smirk suddenly appeared on Si-Jins face. Na-Yool could not believe the filthy words she just heard, as undeniably mismatched it was with the public place they were in, his plain voice and his proper attire. It felt like a dream. Of course, it did not feel like a dream because she liked it. Na-Yool had lived her whole life fully believing she was a person of honorable common sense, until she got entangled with him in such strange ways. I would rather die! she retorted, brushing off his hand. Think about it carefully. A little embarrassment would probably be better than dying. I am just emphasizing how strongly I do not want to. It is a figure of speech, dont You told me to always take your words at face value. You do not even listen to me anyway, Mr. President. Of course. Quite the polite yet shameless answer. Na-Yool looked up at the number panel as she felt no point answering. Finally, almost the 1st floor. Then, if you would excuse me, Mr. President. She greeted him very politely, then quickly got off as soon as the door opened and strided away. With a sense of deja-vu, she heard steps pacing right behind following her but treated it as her imagination playing tricks. .. However, it did not feel like it was her imagination. She turned back, and expectedly there he was. Mr. President. She called him while gritting her teeth and Si-Jin shrugged his shoulders, as if brazenly asking what the matter was. What if Sang-Hoon was somewhere in that spacious lobby, what if he was waiting behind the entrance doors to make a scandal Im on my way out too. Mr. President, what about your car? Ill leave it underground. Is that so. Then please go, first. But why do you keep sending me out first? I told you already. I do not want to be with you! Na-Yool unwillingly screamed in anguish. Why were the men in her life all so hopeless!?! Then you should go first, Ms. Na-Yool. I know you will follow me. Like a pervy stalker. Why act this way now, and not the times when she had slightly hoped he would call to ask her out?! No, I never did. I never wished for something like that. Na-Yool quickly rewrote her memory. Si-jin smirked as if he could clearly see what was going on inside her head. Your idiotic pitapatting is so cute I almost want to answer your expectations by chasing after you but But? Just when he was about to continue his fingertips quietly moved down the middle of her back, following the curve of her spine. Na-Yools face immediately turned red. But Im not going home yet, you see. Na-Yool stood unfazed and dignified, showing there was no need to whisper such words in a small voice. She hurriedly shook his hand off though some time had passed for it to be called hurriedly. I told you several times already not to touch me in the offi! I, also, told you to please be quiet in the office. Now she was hearing his mysterious text message live. With a slightly irritated tone to it. Dumbfounded by the warning that suddenly dropped, Na-Yool frowned with a dubious look. I have always behaved at work though? Always? I do not idle talk, I do not speak loudly, I dress neatly The more of them she enumerated, the more Si-Jin leaned his head to the side, not convinced at all. Na-Yool stealthily avoided his gaze. if it was not for you. I like the sound of it. Taking it as a compliment, Si-Jin grinned at her acknowledgement of him being the only stain on her record. You should reconsider that do not idle talk part more objectively. You should find a more fitting reply I really do not chitchat, Mr. President. Even though he was a pervert he was also her superior, so she could not forget to show a diligent attitude. There was no need to go over his insinuating statement and its Dont you sometimes slack off as well? underlying meaning just to look sincere. If you say so. Despite his choice of words, his tone had a faint sting, as if pressing her to rethink her answer. The same sting as the bed of thorns she was on every time she could not figure out what she did wrong with her proposal drafts If you really think there is nothing to fix about yourself, I will gladly concede is what Si-Jins words seemed to mean, but his disapproving expression said otherwise, leaving Na-Yool with a heavy conscience just as he was ending the conversation His insinuating statement was not random. He was talking of a specific moment. A moment which had particularly bothered him. Na-Yool racked her brain in search of a moment where she might have looked noisy and talkative. Ahh, with such a broadly specific criterion there are just too many. Still, was that moment worth troubling the mind of his subordinate? Anyway, none of it was important right now. Things that did not make sense or unsettled matters could be dealt with later. Na-Yool focused back her anxiousness towards Sang-Hoon, who might be wandering somewhere outside the lobby. Once I arrive at home, I will contemplate, reflect on and discipline myself. Its so pointlessly pompous, it sounds like youre being sarcastic. Then, I will think about it objectively. So now, please excuse myself Mr. President, I do not want to take away your precious time any longer Why would you go this far for it? Si-Jin abruptly interrupted her farewell speech with a disgruntled groan. Excuse me? Do you intend to hide it at all costs? Hide? What? It could not be that he also knew about the human being loitering outside?! Na-Yools pupils shook violently. Si-Jin then looked down at her with a look of disappointment and said: I tried to pretend not to know because your unnecessarily persistent will to meet him secretly was kind of cute but The more I look at it, the less I can tell whether you are so desperately hiding for this persons sake, or because of me. Two words came to Na-Yools mind. No way Did he really know about it all? Just how?! Do you know everything? Wouldnt it be weird that I didnt? No. It is much weirder that you do. To the point it gave her chills Do you know how many people in the office are gossiping about it, Ms. Na-Yool. snorted Si-Jin, inexpressive. But Na-Yool was too devastated to feel offended. In the office? About him? How is that possible? How? Im surprised you ask, after you let rumors run wide. Whether I did or not, I would have to know about these rumors in the first place! At the horrifying thought that rumors about Lee Sang-Hoon were spreading like fire in the company, Na-Yool tragically concluded that detailed stories about their relationship ? which she never really bragged about ? might also reach peoples ears. In one word, an insufferable future. Had she been a little less anxious and restless, a little bit more rational, she might have realized soon enough that the flow of the conversation had some incoherence. However, Na-Yools mind which was until now solely stuck on how to get rid of Sang-Hoon was now filled with murderous thoughts towards him. Sure, if you want to play innocent like this Again, an empty concession. A sting without being a real one. I didnt mean to meet this person without anyone knowing though I did want to hide it. confessed Na-Yool with a heavy heart. this person? Si-Jin asked right in her face in an annoyed voice. Kind of depressed, Na-Yool ignored it. To be honest, it is not out of concern for anyone. Why would I feel concerned about you? And neither does he. It was not an attempt to save face but a genuine and sincere statement. Plainly said, Si-Jin had little value in this matter. Si-Jin faintly narrowed his eyes, but Na-Yool was too busy muttering her distraught feelings to notice the subtle changes in his expression. What do you think you are to me Why would you matter I did not care about you at all while I was hiding it. She was down spirited, but her tone was firm. Chapter 44 Then what exactly is it you care about? asked Si-Jin again in an irritated tone. Myself, of course! ? Obviously, I am only concerned about myself because I matter most. Thats why I hid it. Because I was worried it might turn out this way that I might embarrass myself because of that person! Is that guy that much of an embarrassment to you? grumbled Si-Jin, visibly surprised by the snobbishness of her reason. Na-Yool nodded bitterly. Do you know how mortified I am right now? I am so lost I dont even know if I can go to work tomorrow. Do you know how that feels? Its not a big deal, why How am I supposed to face people at work? I am so ashamed, what could I do? You can just carry on like youve been doing until now. Si-Jin awkwardly patted the top of Na-Yools head. It was sort of a gesture of consolation, a show of sympathy for having to go out with such an embarrassing guy, but Na-Yool shook him off with an irked look. To think rumors are spreading because of him even here I wont let him go. Today, I really wont let him go. That bastard. Its not that shameful anyway. Go. Then, Im leaving too. Na-Yool shut down Si-Jins words and walked towards the lobbys front door with big steps. She tried to. Three steps, at least. Mr. President, could you let go of my collar? I wanted to wish you a good dinner party before you leave. By suddenly grabbing my collar? Since youre cocky enough to interrupt your superior, that much manners suffice. Na-Yool surrendered like a puppy grabbed by its scruff. Say it. Your greetings. Go have fun. I am not going to have fun, Mr. President. And you know how serious it is. Also, you have to let me go for me to Find an excuse to leave the dinner and call me within 2 hours. It wont take 2 hours. Thank you for your concern, but I can go home alright. Is someone driving you home? ? Just call me. Na-Yool blankly stared at his back as he coldly walked away after his forceful request. Seeing how he briefly shook hands with a man that came into the lobby just to disappear the next second into the cafe shop, he indeed seemed to have work left. Suddenly left alone, Na-Yool felt a belated relief. In any case, Si-Jin and Sang-Hoon would not meet. Swiftly walking like a crab, she inspected every corner of the lobby. He is not here. He is not. She would not be surprised if Sang-Hoon was secretly hiding to watch her, but she was convinced her hunch was right. Because Sang-Hoon was an airhead. 8:57 p.m Na-Yool glanced at the clock and resolutely went out the front door, ready for the big battle. She busily looked left and right, her eyes gravely examining her surroundings. That idiot, where is he Her gaze skimmed over the small square in front of the office and moved with suspicion to the back side of the building. Every time Sang-Hoon had said Lets meet in front he had waited somewhere else. The reason was simple. He was an idiot who could not remember where the front door was despite it being in plain view. He was the kind of man who, if you told him you are waiting in front of the department store, would call you 20 minutes later to ask where you are when he clearly was waiting at the back door instead of the front one. It was a weather where just a short sigh turned into a white breath. Na-Yool stroked her frozen hands together and hurried towards the back door. She would rather die than call him back herself! The rumbling noise of cars packed on the eight-lane boulevard and buses honking them depressingly engulfed her ears. Na-Yool. And suddenly, an unnecessarily faint voice broke through. Right behind her Oppa is here. What is more, using 3rd person like he was some main character of a drama. Na-Yool was so startled her hand almost flew towards Sang-Hoons face. She barely grabbed it with the other one, and instead composed herself to speak. Is here what you call the front of the office? As soon as she opened her mouth, her tone indicated how pathetic of a good-for-nothing she thought he was. Strangely I always get confused every time I come here You probably just dont care enough to remember. Dont say that, youre making me sad And here I was putting it nicely fine, lets say it as it is, youre dumb. Na-Yool Dont you dare touch me. Na-Yool slapped the hand that was reaching for her shoulder. Though she barely hit the back of his hand, Sang-Hoon grimaced dramatically as if he was broken-hearted. Youve been sending me all kinds of crazy talks for the whole week, and now getting drunk and swearing like an illiterate scum. Thats because you I what? When did I tell you to get drunk? Did I beg you to talk to me in that state? Please harass me maybe? I did not harass you. Sang-Hoons flushed face twitched. Come on, how could I, Na-Yool? You know how much I love you I just need to open my phone to know how much you harassed me. [T/N: Na-Yool usually addressed him as oppa but 3rd person does not work well in English. From here on she switches to ?, a very casual you in Korean. It can also be kind of aggressive, therefore Sang-Hoons answer below.] You, did you just call me you? Yeah, you. So what? Okay, sure, call me whatever you want. Im fine with anything. Im the one who isnt fine. I dont want to see your face, nor do I want to call you. So let go of me. If you admit that I didnt harass you. What? Admit it. Those damn men, sometimes it truly was impossible to understand their flow of thought. To her surprise he seemed to be determined to harass her while rejecting the accusation. His red drunk face had the stubborn look of an elementary school boy. Astonished, Na-Yool burst into a forced laughter and pinched his arm with her free hand. Sang-Hoon screamed, and his hand dropped down. Ah, fuck! Ahh! Look at you, swearing so naturally? You must have struggled to pretend to be well-behaved in front of me. You surprised me! Its because I was surprised, I was not insulting you, just surprised, ahh. it freaking ah no, it really hurts Some said it tickles. Who? The dull question, casually asked as he rolled up the sleeve of his suit, raised a red flag in Na-Yools mind. Na-Yool replied bluntly as if to brush him off. Why do you care. Did you already find someone else? asked Sang-Hoon while delicately stroking his pinched arm. His facial expression had suddenly turned threatening. When Na-Yool snorted seemingly baffled, his face twisted even more. You, do you have a new man or not. What got into you? So thats why? Huh?! Fuck, so thats what it was. You fuck, I get it now. For real, what the heck are you talking about? As Sang-Hoon started grumbling non-stop to himself like a crazy person, Na-Yool shook her head in perplexity. In an irrepressible fit of anger Sang-Hoon strongly grabbed her wrist again. Is that why you kept ignoring me? I begged you to please answer my calls, to meet me once, to at least give me an answer if you didnt want to do either! To at least say something, even if its to swear or get mad at me! I begged you like a lunatic but you So you do know yourself you sounded like a lunatic. Because you, for fuck sake, didnt say even one word! If you were reading my messages, you should have said it. If you didnt want to see me, you should have said it Lee Sang-Hoon, I dont want to see you. But because you didnt even say it, fuck! Im not asking you to say it now! Are you done with the swearing already? Really, why are you acting like an illiterate scum? Fuck fuck! Like a human turned beast deprived of his speaking ability at Na-Yools harsh remarks, Sang-Hoon growled a sorrowful cry filled with frustration and swearing, until the pent-up anger eventually got his eyes wet with tears. Too pricked by the boyfriend issue rather than trying to understand Na-Yools critics, San-Hoon turned his blurry eyes towards her, unable to shake off the dejection he felt due to her coldness. Na-Yool instantly gave him a disgusted look, to which Sang-Hoon reacted by painfully exhaling a pathetic sigh. Chapter 45 Right, so it was all because of a man, Kim Na-Yool. All because of a man. Wow, okay I got it now. A feeling of betrayal boiling up. The utter dejection he felt about her doing this to him. Like the protagonist of a soap-opera, those were what reflected his empty eyes as he looked at Na-Yool. Sang-Hoons unfairness was annoying, but it was not totally unjustified. No sooner had Na-Yool broke up with him that her whole mind had gotten distracted by Si-Jin, who strictly speaking was a man. So if she had to say, there indeed was a man. But it would not change anything even if there was not. The hundreds of crazy messages she had received on Sunday night had made her forget everything. The good memories, the bad ones, all of Sang-Hoons existence. Na-Yool snorted again. But again, what do you even know? Why wouldnt I?! I know you! If you did, would you be doing this right now? Youre the one being rude and ignoring people! Rude? Did you really lose it? Would you be treating me this way if you were in your right mind? What did I do? Did I wait in hiding and chase you to your house like a stalker? Did I break in to ambush you? Sure. You did nothing, so please keep not doing anything. Do nothing and disappear from my sight. Who is it? In contrast with Sang-Hoons red face, his large hand which squeezed Na-Yools wrist was white. Na-Yool quickly glanced at it and looked up to face Sang-Hoon with pitiful eyes. What does it have to do with you? No one has as much to do with you than I do! Right now you dont even matter more to me than a passing ant on the ground. No one matters less than you in the whole universe. Its all because of that bastard, right? Thats why you changed. Yeah if it was not for a man, your attitude wouldnt change so suddenly. You, do you have dementia? Cant remember that you dumped me? Na-Yool pinched Sang-Hoons forearm once again, but this time he tightened his lips to refrain from screaming. It looked as if he was putting on a brave face. Na-Yool chuckled as she pulled out her wrist. Answer me first! How dare you order me around when youre the one begging to meet! Na-Yool ended up kicking Sang-Hoon hard on his shin with the tip of her shoe, who screamed a Oh, fuck! despite himself. Just as he reached for said shin, Na-Yool kicked the other one. Sang-Hoon squatted down as he grabbed both sides. Thats for spreading rumors in someone elses company. Are you craz-! No you are, therefore the kicking. Dont you ever dare mix private and public matters and come find me here. Then if I go to your house If you want to be reported, suit yourself. When he heard she would report him, Sang-Hoons eyes welled with tears in disbelief. People occasionally passing by his damn gentle-looking face would take a look at Na-Yools, then Sang-Hoons pitiful look. As Na-Yool looked down at Sang-Hoons grotesque squatting, he suddenly stood up with his mind apparently set on something. You I understand how angry you are. If you do then From now on, I will make more of an effort. This crazy man, what is he saying now? Strictly speaking, its the same as saying we broke up for a short while Its not the same as saying, we did break up. From the moment you said we should till forever. I dont think meeting someone while we shortly broke up is that big of a flaw. It can happen. What are you showing understanding for? Dont try to understand me. So there really is another man, isnt it? Forget pretending to be all noble and generous, it took him only a second to flip, unable to hold it in. As if it was not obvious enough that he was a manic-depressive lunatic He quickly put his gentle mask back on when Na-Yool looked at him with mean cold eyes. Ive always liked you more. So, that kind of thing, Im used to it. Ill be patient. Ill try harder. And I told you its not necessary. Could it be that you were meeting that bastard before we broke up? Either roll your eyes and complain or act all innocent and pure. Cant you do just one? Fuck, if you got with him just after breaking up with me Stop swearing already! Sang-Hoon grabbed Na-Yools wrist again, and at the same time, Na-Yool kicked his shin once more. Trying to avoid each other, their bodies swirled around half a turn. Beyond Sang-Hoons shoulder, trembling in pain, something from the large glass windows of a coffee shop caught Na-Yools eyes. In the seat by the window, a tilted head looking towards them, its chin leisurely resting on its owners hand. The familiar face of a pervert. Si-Jin waved at her. Chapter 10 C Friday evening, 9:25 p.m. Facing the unbelievable reality, Na-Yools facial expression drastically changed. This whole mess He had witnessed it all. Though she remained calm, Na-Yool could only reach that disastrous conclusion. It would be weird if he had not seen it. Was there any better front-row seat to her dispute with Sang-Hoon than this one? There was a sparkle of interest in Si-Jins sharp eyes, as if he had found an unsuspected source of enjoyment. With his twisted personality, it would be surprising if he did not enjoy seeing her like this. Na-Yool violently wriggled her arm caught in Sang-Hoons grasp, but his hand squeezed her wrist even more persistently. This was the worst situation, the one she feared the most. That someone from the office would end up seeing Sang-Hoons thick-skull side. That someone, who also happened to be the sole witness of how half-witted Sang-Hoon concretely was, was just right there. I told you to let go. I cant let you go anymore. Never, even if I die. Is that so? Then let me go before I push you down on the driveway. You really have someone else? Really? Now that you have someone new to rely on you dont need me, is that hey! Didnt I tell you to let go before you die? How can you push me for real! Fuck! He was standing in the center of the wide sidewalk, still quite a distance from the driveway. But as expected from him, Sang-Hoon sighed deeply and stroked his surprised chest with an exaggerated motion as if he barely escaped death. A perfect display of his disgraceful side, as Na-Yool saw it. Na-Yool resentfully stared at Si-Jin, who was still watching this disastrous moment with great interest. He did not need to help. He did not need to do anything. She was just hoping he would not be looking at them, but alas The shame of him knowing about her miserable past overcame her. Putting aside the recent twist of their relationship, Si-Jin was a superior who always made Na-Yool feel her own shortcomings, and therefore an opponent to whom, whatever happens, she did not want to show her down-the-gutter self. Even if she sometimes had to swallow back her pride, it was part of the job and just a facade So it was fine. In fact, there also were many times when it was not fine but got better once it had passed. But this, no facade or waiting could make it fine. That shameful scene ? though she did not really feel ashamed herself ? which Si-Jin had witnessed could even countervail the embarrassment she felt about sleeping with him. Even the contradicting desire she felt about being caught every time by him could be countervailed by recalling that scene. Because then, she was not yet hitting rock bottom. But this It was about the guy who she, and no other woman, had dated, her dark history Chapter 46 Nothing could countervail that. Now that all affection was gone and no longer blinded her sight, she could see Lee Sang-Hoons true face. His dull eyes, his pointed nose ? reflection of his stubbornness to always stand tall with no will to bend in ?, and the stupid smile on his face when he was acting kind without knowing what kindness itself is Overwhelmed by all sorts of feelings, Na-Yool inwardly trampled over Sang-Hoon with no mercy. Let go before I push you again. I know youre scared of me. Fuck, then just tell me if you dated him right after leaving me, okay? She thought that after the shock of losing his life he would come to his senses, yet the subject he so eagerly brought back on the table was this one. Na-Yool put her free hand on her forehead with a weary look. She could feel the gaze of a certain conceited pervert from far away, and the ugly reality closer to her Earlier, you said I just had to admit it. Then, that you cant let go even if you died. Why are your conditions always changing so pathetically? Even the timing of the vibrations just then in her pocket was perfect. Na-Yool suddenly remembered about Seung-Jae and picked up her phone, ignoring Sang-Hoons words. [Lee Seung-Jae]. Indeed, it was him. The possibility that the three men were in it together and out on a full-scale offensive anxiously clouded her mind. As she pondered whether she should not pick up the call or immediately hung up, Sang-Hoons hand seized the chance to quickly snatch her phone. Is it you, you bastard! You crazy?! Na-Yools shoe kicked Sang-Hoons shin again. On the exact same spot as before. While Sang-Hoon screamed and grabbed his shin, Na-Yool took the phone and immediately ended the call. Then, with her now freed hands, she grabbed Sang-Hoons wrists in a cross shape and started dragging him around. Anger had granted her superhuman strength. Where are you going! Kim Na-Yool, where-! Sang-Hoon, who was staggering as he lost balance in his attempt to care for his shin, shouted like a damsel in distress. What was so hard about loosening a womans grip? Surely, he was simply enjoying the fact that Na-Yool had grabbed him first voluntarily to take him somewhere, with her own hands. Na-Yool endured the discomfort and dragged him into the coffee shop of a building two blocks away. As soon as they entered, she also let go of his hands with a disgusted look and coldly cut right into business. Order. Its cold, how about a hot americano? Or a cold one, like you had every time? For someone who always grumbled behind her when she was ordering that nothing was more extravagant than coffee and that it was a scandal a cup was more expensive than a bowl of kimchi stew, he sure was being docile. Just order the most expensive one. Sang-Hoon obediently nodded and went to the counter. Black forest ice ble blended As he muttered, struggling to read the menu correctly, Na-Yool ordered an americano for herself at another counter next to this one. Sang-Hoons dumbfounded gaze turned to her. What? Na-Yool snapped at him. You I told you to order it, not that I would drink it. I dont even like this Why should I care? About your taste. No, I just wonder why you buy your own drink with your own money. I would of course buy anything for you, and this one too, I thought you would drink it. I know. You will buy it for me but then drink it all by yourself, so you expected to put it in the middle of the table like a candle and sip on it together, wasnt it? One order per person is common sense, you know. When did I ever steal yours Na-Yool snorted as it was not worth answering. Just then, her phone vibrated again in her pocket. Thinking it was Seung-Jae, she took it out with a sorry expression while adding: And why would you buy mine? You never did even when we were dating. [President Kwon Si-Jin]. With just one glance at the name, Na-Yool this time immediately hit the reject call button and raised her head. Ahh, fuck youre driving me crazy again. When did I not buy you something? I bought you meals too. But you sure sound like only you did Who said you didnt? Youre a woman of virtue. Damn virtue. Na-Yool scowled at Sang-Hoons dull face in displeasure, wondering if he meant it, and said: Not when we just started dating but later on, do you remember how many times we went to a coffee shop like this? We often did. Not even five times. That, well, I like this kind of place, but you dont really like coffee so If Sang-Hoon so much wanted to discuss with her, Na-Yool was determined to say everything she had to one last time, even if it might prick him to the point of wanting to run away. I do like coffee. I just couldnt go to this kind of place because you were an embarrassment. What? asked Sang-Hoon with a shocked expression. Na-Yool continued calmly. Because I thought you were a nice person, but after sitting down with you, I felt so embarrassed about you. As soon as we came in you would always complain that this is a waste of money, that only women come to this kind of place, wondering where they got the money to spend on such trivial stuff, saying its probably their husbands or boyfriends, judging them for playing around while the men are busy earning it And while lashing on them, saying that it is a relief that I am not like them. Well, youre not wrong, but Do you think I dont know you backed off despite feeling relieved I was not like them? You seem to be misunderstanding something here. To see you panic if your girlfriend would ask you to buy her a drink you were so pathetic I couldnt bear to look at you. spat Na-Yool. A crack appeared in Sang-Hoons frozen face as she continued. What did you say when I offered you a drink after you had paid for our meal? To pay for our meal next time. Why, because there is too much of a difference between the price of a coffee and a meal? If you are with the person you like, do you calculate like this? All the drunkenness vanished from Sang-Hoons face, paler than ever. I didnt even do that with my friends. If you can forget it to the point you think I never paid for anything, you really are a player. Half on you, half on me. Thats how we dealt with it. And yet, you would always act as if you had paid it all, flaunting your wealth ? if it can be called so. When did I ever flaunt my wealth Dont you remember complaining in front of your friends about my food expenses? Despite stuffing yourself with 4 out of 5 servings of meat, how bold of you. Youre saying I stuffed myself but Anyway. She cut him off, clearly uninterested in what he had to say. When I realized you were calculating everything, so did I. Because you looked so stressed about losing money that I really wondered how much it could be. But then, the more I did the math, the more you looked like a moocher, Oppa. For someone like Sang-Hoon for whom oppa embodied their ego, to associate it with such belittling words made it even harder to hear. I know youve got a rule too. Whenever you pay for a meal after I do, its price will never go over the one I previously paid for. Na-Yool, its a misunderstanding. Youre just forcefully piecing stuff together out of anger And you would subtly give me the eye if I ever forgot to offer to buy you a meal. I never did. Ahh, for real As if you never pretended to be full just to not have to order coffee, then casually slip two straws in the cup. Such thriftiness, really It was you who always said he is not hungry so I should order for myself only to end up drinking it all by himself. Hold on, the more I listen to it, arent you the stingy one here Kim Na-Yool? Whining over a cup of coffee Didnt you say I had to pay for the next meal instead of buying you coffee when I offered to! As Sang-Hoon grabbed his muddled head, the two order bells placed on the table vibrated at the same time. Chapter 47 And while you are listening to more, just keep listening. You were the one who asked me to talk to you whatever it is about, anyway. said Na-Yool as she stood up. You got me wrong, I didnt mean that kind of offensive talk Sang-Hoon tried to protest while following her, but Na-Yools jabbering mouth was much faster and more accurate. She took her coffee, went back to her seat, and continued. Finally, here I am, ranting as much as I want in front of you for one last time. Thanks to you, my wish came true. Wow what the fuck, Im speechless Dont speak. Dont C just listen. Even though Na-Yools endless ranting seemed to be said in a trance, it could not compare to the one-sided message bombing done by Sang-Hoon over the week. Hey, Kim Na-Yool. For real, how did you turn like this? You feel like a stranger What did you expect? Na-Yool coldy asked as she sat down. Sang-Hoon stroked his face with a deep sigh. Me, I just That I would thank you for coming back to me as if nothing happened? Is it that hard? Is it easy for you? If we really like each other, how hard could it be? Do we have to argue and try to make right everything that has already happened? I want to argue. And then, to never meet you at all. Never ever. Na-Yool What in the world were you hoping for, coming here?! Why are you doing this? Sang-Hoon stared at Na-Yool with a hurt expression. I want to start over with you. Even though his intention did not come out much as a surprise, Na-Yool inevitably felt goosebumps rush along her back. As she was left at loss for words, Sang-Hoon prudently went on. I will fix my wrongdoings. I was impatient. I just kept on being upset about you, things just piled up and I ended up making a mistake. So now youre calling it a mistake? If I knew we would end up like this, I wished I felt a little sorrier towards you. I know I was wrong. I understand what youre saying. And me too, I know how much Im lacking So are you acknowledging the moocher in you? The word moocher is kind of Im being serious here, Na-Yool. Thats the only thing Ive been talking about until now. That you are a calculating moocher. I will show absolute understanding. From now on, I will accept all of you. So please, give me a second chance, Kim Na-Yool. Since we are on the subject, please understand that I dont have time to waste on you. You will find time eventually. If you marry me and stop working In your dreams? scoffed Na-Yool but Sang-Hoons wall was high and sturdy. I have the ability to take responsibility for you. You know it. You saw it C that Im an earnest worker. Oh yeah, so earnest that even buying me a cup of coffee is a big deal. Ironically, Sang-Hoons expression remained stern despite the sarcastic remark. Dont wear yourself out working anymore, just take care of the housework How is taking care of the housework in any way relaxing? Im saying it for your own good, but Yeah? If youre gonna lose your mind please shut up and be crazy by yourself Dont bother other people. Would you come back to me if you break up with that guy youre currently with? Should I wait for you? Would that do? How many times do I have to repeat it has nothing to do with you whether I am with someone or not Fuck, so are you, or not?! It took only a few seconds for his noble and charitable understanding to fade away as he once again brought up the matter at heart. Na-Yool looked at Sang-Hoon as if she was looking at the worlds most pathetic human being and clicked her tongue. Well, here he is. The man. Na-Yool and Sang-Hoons heads turned to the side at the same time. Si-Jin was smiling, his face as clear as a spring day without a single shadow. Chapter 11 C Friday evening 10:00 p.m. In the bustling noise of the coffee shop, an awkward silence floated for a while, like a world of its own. Sang-Hoon was staring at Si-Jin, Si-Jin at Sang-Hoon, and Na-Yool was nervously looking somewhere into space between the two of them. 10 seconds passed. Is it this bastard? Sang-Hoons flimsy mouth was the first to break the silence. Na-Yool instinctively put her hand on her forehead from the coming fatigue. Losing his temper, Sang-Hoon slammed the table. Kim Na-Yool, Im asking if he is the bastard! All eyes in the shop instantly converged towards them. What they saw was the proud and mighty face of the bastard, Sang-Hoons plain face full of resentment, and the face of Na-Yool who had suddenly become a woman caught two-timing Na-Yool quietly warned Sang-Hoon in a low voice. People are looking. People are looking, so what. Oh, are you embarrassed? Looks like you also feel guilty about something, huh? Is it? Yeah, Im right! Fuck! Its you that Im embarrassed about. Be quiet. Im embarrassing? Huh? Youre embarrassed that this bastard sees me, is it? Yeah?! You are embarrassing! Na-Yool eventually snapped and shouted back. Several tables suddenly turned quiet. Why are you yelling at me? We can talk calmly about it. awkwardly muttered Sang-Hoon, shrunk by Na-Yools sudden burst. As she pressed her temples with her fingertips, Na-Yools eyes anxiously wandered towards Si-Jin. He lightly shrugged his shoulders So this is what it sounds like with the audio. together with a simple review, expressing how enjoyable it was this time as well to witness their ridiculous state. Na-Yool let out a deep sigh. Mr. President, you are attracting peoples attention, so either go on your way or sit to be less noticeable, I dont care, but please do at least one or the oth? I will sit. Si-Jin sat next to Na-Yool before she could finish. Although she was still staring at Sang-Hoon with a slightly crooked expression, Na-Yool whispered to Si-Jin so that Sang-Hoon could not hear her. I was asking you to leave. I know, but you gave me two options to choose from. It was just out of politeness Politeness? What kind? It was a reluctant invitation, out of politeness towards my superior. Get up and leave. Her meaning was clear. At least, to someone who can actually take a hint. So you want me to screw off? I would not dare say it this way, but yes. Ms. Na-Yool, dont you think your superior could be hurt by these words? Si-Jin cheekily jested, way far from being hurt. His gaze wandered from Na-Yools anxious face to her fretting slender fingers. Si-Jin was simply looking at Na-Yool with his chin resting in his hand, finding her futile tentativeness to shake him off endearingly. As if he could not see San-Hoon sitting in front of him, almost as if he did not even exist to him, only Na-Yool filled his eyes. There was no way this man was looking at her with no secret design, and even less possible that the slightest endearment shined in his hard gaze. He probably just intended to provoke Sang-Hoon to double his personal enjoyment. Like a ventriloquist, Na-Yool coldly spoke through her tight-clenched teeth. Leave. I cant hear you. I told you to leave. Your voice is too low. Feeling a big lump in her throat, Na-Yool nervously rubbed the tip of her straw with a napkin instead of spurting out the obvious words stuck in. With much natural ease, Si-Jin quietly grabbed Na-Yools fretting hand and gently pressed it, stopping its anxious twitching. Along with patting the back of her hand to indicate she could calm down now. What are you and this bastard doing? asked Sang-Hoon, twisting his head. It seemed the only reason for his silence was his resigned observation of them. But as he was not clear about their relationship yet, his sullen eyes were glowing with a sharp light. As you can see, we are holding hands. While Sang-Hoons heart skipped a few beats at the overly simple and clear answer, Si-Jin slid his long fingers between Na-Yools and gave Sang-Hoon a polite business smile. The hand that was covering the back of Na-Yools hand reached to the inside of her palm and grabbed her hand completely like a vine. She faintly tried to wiggle her hand out, but his caress, soft yet strong, prevented her to. No, thats not what Im asking about I see. Could it be you are so stupid that you did not understand something? asked Si-Jin with an absolutely charming voice and no sense of incongruity despite bashing Sang-Hoon in the process. Sang-Hoon realized he did belatedly. Our relationship is exactly as it looks. So you just have to accept what you are seeing as a fact. Accept what you are seeing as a fact. Sang-Hoon rigidly shifted his gaze. His eyes, which barely moved from Si-Jin to Na-Yool, then to their hands tightly locked together, shook violently in utter disbelief. Kim Na-Yool, you tell me. Explain yourself what in the fucking world this is all about. Who cared for an explanation Right now Na-Yool only wanted to disappear. To get away from the curious glances coming from other customers, from the looks of reproach, from those two hopeless men, from all these damn things Chapter 48 What do I have to explain to you? This bastard sitting right next to you. This bastard shamelessly holding your hand in his damn one in front of me! Everything! All of it! Why should I explain it to you youre so noisy! Stop shouting already! Youre louder! First of all, the both of you are noisy. Despite still clawing Na-Yools hand like his precious thing, Si-Jins both of you had tossed her aside together with Sang-Hoon. If being too objective could make one thoughtless, it would be exactly it. So when did you meet this bastard? Huh? Around two years ago, I think? Just as Na-Yool was about to open her mouth, Si-Jin butted in and answered brightly, stroking his pleasant face. Na-Yool furrowed her eyebrows in disapproval. How can you say it like this? He will misunderst I am just faithfully stating the truth. For that bastard to misunderstand. It was indeed the truth. Because as he said, they had literally first met two years ago. But what was his intention for so boldly twisting the reality? What? Two years ago? Fuck, what? It was without surprise that Sang-Hoon got triggered by the unabashed statement. Na-Yool pressed her temples, barely supporting her head from falling to the table. She was gradually feeling dispirited and apathetic. What did this bastard say to me now? Kim Na-Yool, you, raise your head and explain. That bastard said to explain it, Ms. Kim Na-Yool. What else was that glow on Si-Jins perverted face but the amusement of watching everything spiraling out of control like in a third-rate daily soap opera? I dont have anything to explain. Because we are nothing to each other. Like I said, he is from the company. Someone from work with whom I had no relationship with. She was not lying. Because until breaking up with Sang-Hoon there was nothing between them. Besides, she could not even tell what kind of relationship they were currently in Someone from work, you say? This bastard? Ms. Kim Na-Yool, with someone whom you have no relationship with, do you really so easily Keep, quiet. Na-Yool clenched her teeth and warned Si-Jin, tearing his hand off from hers. Of course, it did not work. You cheeky little thing. Keep Truly, no one gives as much as you do, Ms. Kim Na-Yool. quiet. Just as she turned her head to glare at him, she saw another head slowly rising up and shoulders full of anger shrugging as if its owner finally realized something. Suddenly, a threatening and trembling voice came once again from in front of her. What did you two do so easily? What cheeky things did you do? And what the heck did you give? What did you freaking do! shouted Sang-Hoon, shuddering as all sorts of dirty scenes flashed in his imagination. Is it true that you were meeting this bastard even when we were dating? Every day, at that. Keep Oh, you have to take out the weekends there. Si-Jin rectified, as if it was the reason for Na-Yools intervention. Of course it had to be taken out, since she did not work on weekends. Na-Yool clenched her jaw and called him between her tight teeth. Mr. Pwejident. It did not sound like President at all. Just then, the almost brazen smirk on Si-Jins face daring her to say it was not true suddenly was replaced by a fake regretful expression. It pissed both Na-Yool and Sang-Hoon off even more. Every day While I pondered in the week whether to meet with you, you and this bastard, you So what, you couldnt see him on the weekends because you had to meet with me? Is that your last piece of consideration? To be so kind as to meet with me on weekends? I go to work every day. He is from work, so it would be hard not to see him on a daily basis. If its two years, then thats not after breaking up with me you were two-timing. I see, you really were cheating on me! You were, right? Meanwhile, Si-Jin slightly tilted his head on the side and quietly criticized how very little Sang-Hoon understood anything, only for Na-Yools ears to hear. As if Si-Jin himself did not ignore peoples words on purpose I changed jobs 2 years ago which is why weve known each other for 2 years. Come on, look at that guys face and please realize that he is making a joke of you. No, no thats not it. Its not that you cheated with him. Wow, you cheated with me. Right? Realistically speaking, do you think it makes sense? That she would date you after getting tired of me? Going on about common sense, Si-Jin did not miss his timing to slide back into the conversation to rightly set the order. On top of that with a serious displeased expression, as if he had no idea who instigated this mess in the first place. But so at loss he could not even hear what had been said, Sang-Hoon mumbled: I cant believe I was second If you objectively look at who is more charming between the two of us, you should know. How ridiculous it would be for you to come next. As she listened to Si-Jins low and sweet voices nonsensical theory that since he was more charming he was technically more fitted to come second, Na-Yool felt a sense of crisis sucking out the last bit of energy she still had in her. Pricked, Sang-Hoon could no longer disregard the insult. His lips trembling with anger, he retorted: Do you think men live by swindling people with their looks? Why, do you plan to? Si-Jins tone was clearly hinting that no one would give in to Sang-Hoons looks. Resolved not to fall any longer for Si-Jins provocation, Sang-Hoon composed himself and spoke in a seemingly calm voice. For men, their abilities will always come first, second and third. A lowly scum like you who barely survives in a tiny advertising company, just because youre handso? no, just because you look like a pimp it seems your sole joy in life is to, what, strut around with that face to sweet-talk any ladies, but until when do you think that handso?, that pimp-like face of yours will last? muttered Sang-Hoon, resolute to die rather than admit with his own mouth that Si-Jin was handsome. At any rate, Sang-Hoon was the person Na-Yool had dated, so ultimately she had to share the shame. Though Sang-Hoon now felt no shame at all, so even that too. Probably for a while? Si-Jin casually took a sip from Na-Yools coffee without asking, and once again threw in a simple answer emotionally draining for his interlocutor. I can tell you have absolutely no thoughts or life plan, none. Only relying on your looks to earn just enough to live in the moment. Youve got nothing to worry about life huh, you fucking bastard. I dont know about that What is certain is that when I see you, I think I should not have any. (T/N: Interestingly, Si-Jin was mostly speaking in formal speech C despite the insults lol C but from here on he radically drops it for casual speech). You young bastard, how dare you talk down to me! You old bastard, because youre a nutcase. What about you! How long do you think youll be handsome! How long! Who knows. Still, the future looks brighter, aging with my face rather than with that ugly one of yours So, no worries on my side. At each word sharply uttered without a break by Si-Jin, Sang-Hoon expelled at once a suffocating breath. Then he regained his lame composure. You look younger than me, so let me tell you one thing as an older brother. A mans beauty will fade soon enough. Sure, its important for a woman to have a pretty face, but when women see a man, what matters most is his abilit? Thats over one thing. Si-Jin interrupted Sang-Hoon with an aloof expression. his abilities. Thats what matters. Do you get it, huh? So be smart about it. If you call yourself a man, Im telling you you ought to plan your life. I cant hear you. Dont get caught up in these things because of women. Do you think that Kim Na-Yool or any other woman says they like you because they really do? They are just after your looks. Then how about when you get old, huh? If you dont have any abilities, then Youre so ugly I cant hear you. You fucking bastard! Sang-Hoon sprung up from his chair and slammed the table as if about to jump at Si-Jin. Si-Jin chuckled. Seems like you yourself are well aware of your unattractiveness. You, lets get out. Lets take it outside, just you and me? ?Where do you think youre going? Na-Yool cut Sang-Hoon off in an extremely weary voice. As I said, this person is just someone from work. Theres nothing between me and him, and Ive done nothing to be ashamed of while meeting with you. And you expect me to believe it? There is also nothing between us anymore, so even if you dont like what youre hearing, just mind your own business. You and me, we are done, arent we. Because you dumped me. Her calmness, without a hint of irritation or sarcasm unlike before, had Sang-Hoon at loss for words for a while. And I accepted it. Since you said thats what you wanted. To not see my fed-up face anymore. To put an end to our failing relationship. To stop hearing me apologize over and over for working late. I, Na-Yool Fuck, none of this make any sense. To just break up like this, just over something like this As for expecting me to cling to you, I did it all that day. I apologized as I felt sorry, I checked with you many times if you were not asking to break up on the spur of the moment. And when I asked you if we had to break up just over something like this, what did you say? That to you this little thing was everything. That it was that big of an issue to you! But now what? Just over something like this? Are you kidding me? Si-Jin drank the coffee with no apparent sympathy for the truths revealed by the serious conversation he was suddenly not part of. He glanced at Na-Yool, who was licking her delicious-looking lips dried from her relentless verbal raging, then at Sang-Hoons pale complexion with eyes filled with amusement and disgust. As he was observing them back and forth, Na-Yool abruptly stood up. Sang-Hoon hurriedly grabbed her hand. She tried to shake it off without success, so without a look at Si-Jin she ordered him, Take this off me. Si-Jin diligently twisted Sang-Hoons wrist lightly to release Na-Yools. Sang-Hoon groaned pitifully and secretly glanced at Si-Jin, but then quickly changed his attitude. I will be good. I meant what I said earlier. Its fine by me if you meet with that bastard or any other man while dating me. Do as you like, if you want to try dating others before coming back to me, its okay too. Im fine with everything, so That guy knew I was having a hard time because of my ex, and he just happened to see us while passing by, so he came to help. Thats it. Though as you can see, he wasnt much help So please, stop writing novels. Stop seeking me out and stop contacting me. So I, Im your ex-boyfriend. To you I see, Im your ex-boyfriend now. I am. slowly muttered Sang-Hoon under the rude awakening. Na-Yool looked at him with a sigh. Just have a good life. And like you said, forget about the not-so-good woman that I am. She pushed Si-Jins leg to urge him to stand up, as he blocked her way since he was sitting on the open side. So in the first place, she could not even leave first with a vague greeting. Until the very end, he truly was not helpful at all. Si-Jin slowly got up, and Na-Yool promptly walked out of the coffee shop without a look back. Both converging from Na-Yools back, Si-Jins and Sang-Hoons gazes crossed. Si-Jin handed his business card to Sang-Hoon, whose red eyes were holding back tears. Sang-Hoon gloomily looked down on the card. I should have given it to you as soon as we met. Displaying a pleasant look, Si-Jin looked like someone else. He placidly smiled at Sang-Hoon. Now that you have seen it, you should know who I am. As it is a great bother to my employee, if I see your face again near the company, I will call the police. Chapter 12 C Saturday 0:11 a.m. Did he think I had nothing to complain about too? Did he? When he is the one who Na-Yool heaved a sorrowful sigh and roughly poured soju in her half-full beer glass. Her movement had not the slightest hint of grace. It only had one clear purpose: mixing the two alcohols and nothing more. The mixture was taken away by Si-Jin before it could reach Na-Yools lips. When he is the one who? calmly asked Si-Jin as he brought the drink up to his own lips, encouraging her to go on. He drank it down in one refreshing gulp like it was mineral water and handed her back the empty glass, then Na-Yools hand which was still paused mid-hair started moving again. Putting her mouth onto the empty glass, she diligently drank its content as if it was visible only to her eyes. With a face that sincerely believed she had drunk it all, she then put her glass down. She was totally plastered. As he reached that conclusion, Si-Jin stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Na-Yools face. They had entered the bar less than an hour ago, but Na-Yool was already quite tipsy as if they had been sitting there for five hours. Of course, quite tipsy was an understatement Then what about all the dinner engagements with me he ditched until now? To go to his damn office dinner parties that were not planned? How about leaving me on my own in the movie theater at 1 am because he had to drive home his drunk department head? Na-Yool was nothing more than sadly muffling by herself in a very low volume. She buried her face in both hands as if suppressing something rising from inside. So he had no choice, is that it? Suuure, so he understands everything, and what? I, too, also had no choice, so what. What am I supposed to do? Why bother asking yourself, did you not both already broke up anyway? Breaking up is not everything It is. What more is there to it? I dont know. I have no idea Since you broke up, just let it be at that and keep moving forward. His outstretched hand covered the back of Na-Yools head and patted it awkwardly. She suddenly raised her bent head and exclaimed resolutely. How dare you, when you yourself work overtime when youre bored! Me? Or what, that bastard? Whenever you go to a dinner party, always going for a 2nd round, a 3rd round, and even a 4th one, how suspicious Indeed. How suspicious. Right? Its strange, right? It does sound quite shady. Although he had no idea what was suspicious, Si-Jin was no longer willing to listen to Na-Yools rambling and just casually went along with it, while Na-Yool vigorously nodded to his word, persuaded they were in agreement on the matter. How could I have not felt sad at times too? Of course, you probably were. How could I have not doubted him sometimes? You probably did many times. Si-Jin replied in a mechanical indulging tone. But as he was not of much help to Na-Yool, she once again ducked her head into her hands. Until now, to that oppa That loser. To that loser I have not even once complained about any of this Drunk as she was, Na-Yool nonchalantly corrected the byword for Sang-Hoon as wished by Si-Jin while muttering as she buried her face further. Because I am not in a position where I can argue about these things anyway except for his questionable dinner parties, our situations are kind of similar, so Is there such a thing as a position? Sorry? Ultimately you let him meet with you, did you not? Did I? So if one of you should know their place, that would be him. It has nothing to do with you, Ms. Na-Yool. Mr. President Yes. This is the warmest thing you have ever told me over the past two years Na-Yools sulky eyes glanced at Si-Jin over the hands that were covering her face, but emotionally froze at the expression he made. His stiff demeanor indicated that he did not say that to comfort her but only to state the facts as they seemed to him, a frown on his face to please not look at him like that. But Na-Yool was way too out of it to notice this chilly detail. You are right. Even from a third partys point of view, I was on the losing end in this relationship. I was. That is true but Then why did I feel sorry? Why?! Her face tightened with the frustration of not understanding her own self at all, she soon grabbed a newly filled glass of alcohol. Of course, this one also got snatched away before it reached her lips. At this point Na-Yool could not even feel anymore the glass was gone, and she raised her hand that was holding it a second ago to chug down its imaginary content. I do not understand. I think I was possessed. Why was I sorry? Why was it always me who felt like a sinner? That, is it not because you are idiotic, in a different way than he is? Why, how so? Because you have a bad eye for men and are so uselessly kind, therefore idiotic. Si-Jin had quickly dropped his formal speech for a casual one. However, Na-Yool carefully pondered over his words as if she missed the underlying sarcasm. For real, Sang-Hoon did not know his place. His own faults had died out at once, while Na-Yools kept piling up one after another. After all, he was the kind of man to shamelessly reproach her again?! if she was to cancel a date on the excuse of work, while it was natural for him to do so. Chapter 49 But why is it always me? Why? Now that I think about it, I really cant understand. I plan to, anyway. Sorry? If there were around 50 things I couldnt understand before seeing that mess, now its about 150. What 150 are you even talking about? Her drunk ears were not properly functioning enough to fully catch on this long sentence, and she could only pick up a few words in between. Her inebriated face, unusually swollen and hazy-looking, brightly stared at Si-Jin. Although he looked back at her with a blank pitying look, he candidly smacked his lips as if ogling his prey. But none of it could penetrate Na-Yools drunk mind. So there was nothing to do about it. She neither could feel vexed by the contempt in his eyes, nor realize that this look was just a pretense for Si-Jin to hide the dangerous desire to eat her up. That bastards ugliness. The size of it. The size of his fucked-up world conception, the size of his patheticness. Si-Jin conscientiously paused after each word so that Na-Yool would not miss any and elaborated on, articulating distinctly. Your position, as someone who had to be by the side of this shameless bastard. Your standards, as low as crawling on the ground. Still, that guy, he was not to that extent The size of your good-natured stupidity of speaking up for him even now. Speechless, Na-Yool simply blinked and reached for the glass Si-Jin had given her back. Her tentativeness to defend Sang-Hoons average looks merely got conveyed through her wide-eyed astonishment, but Si-Jin completely ignored it and stared coldly at her, supporting his tilted head with his hand. Before, I just didnt understand, but after seeing it I freaking dont understand. She expected a new revelation, but none had come at all. Si-Jin simply crudely drove the nail deeper in a clear tone. His amused self, so engrossed by the not-to-be-missed entertaining show Na-Yool and Sang-Hoon had put on that he had even taken a seat to watch it, was gone. His voice was now stained with irritation, like the mere thought of it annoyed him. Is that your standard for people worth dating? At first, he was kind. He was, so Does he look kind to you? Not now, but at first. The first time we met. The first few months, he really was Anyone can fake it. I know. I know but Na-Yool slowly hunched, then abruptly raised her head.But you are not the kind to pretend, are you. Would you like me to? His tone was soft but clearly flirtatious, taunting her as if to ask if she wanted to play house with him. Na-Yool clenched her lips and rejected the idea with a headshake. Why? Its creepy so lets not. You sure are good at saying hurtful things. Its not like being kind suits you much anyways. But it does suit that bastard? She felt he was really petty, always splitting hairs, but she did not understand where that pettiness came from. Na-Yool furrowed her eyebrows. Why do you keep twisting my words towards this issue So from now on, date someone acceptable. This is my love life, why would they need to pass your standards, Mr. President? What, are you convinced you picked a good one and had a great relationship? Yes, you didnt. Na-Yool did not miss his point nor had the slightest excuse left to argue back. Still a bit out of it, her ears fluttered even more than usual. Grieved by her failure at convincing herself, she became somber again and naturally refilled her glass as a result. A tongue in front of her cliqued with a tsk! as she was silently pouring the alcohol. Stop drinking, you drunkard. My drink! This time Si-Jin snatched her full glass before she could even lift it. He spilled the drink without regret in the side-dish plate that neither of them had touched yet, and instead of giving the glass back in Na-Yools precipitously outstretched hand like he did before, he clasped said hand. When Na-Yool looked up at him with round eyes, he had already stood up. Lets go home. I still need to drink more None of the 5 glasses you previously had have passed your lips. Stunned and in disbelief, her eyes opened wide like a rabbits. Any decent person would have felt sorry for her, but Si-Jin was not, and the reason for it was the alcohol that had made her look so pitiful in the first place. He therefore cold heartedly declared: And you cant drink a single drop of alcohol from now on. On whose order?!? On your boss order. Na-Yools astonishment exploded in a loud empty laughter. Its not even working hours, boss, what boss! If you are going to be like this, just go! Thats what I said. Lets go. No, Im telling you to leave by yourself! I will drink a bit more by myself and go back home on my own Na-Yool weakly pestered as she tentatively lifted up her hand that was caught by him. However Si-Jin, amused by her laughable state, stared at her and caught her other wrist. Trapping both of her hands in one of his, he then gently brought her to her feet. In an instant, Na-Yool was standing up and staggered due to her tipsiness. Si-Jins hand right away firmly gripped her waist and supported her back with his arm. Going back on your own, my foot. His firm and judgmental tone, slightly hinting he knew things would end up this way, tickled Na-Yools ears, but she had no time to get angry about it. A sensation ? which she did not feel when she was unceasingly prattling earlier while sitting ? of extreme dizziness and the nauseous feeling of her insides restlessly rumbling wave after wave suddenly came over her. Despite the alcohol intake, it seemed she still had some consciousness after all. She felt it slip away in real time. She walked in that state with her eyes closed, and only opened it once she was facing the counter. Through her blurry vision she saw Si-Jin discussing with the cashier but did not hear what was said as it got covered by the loud noises of the bar. After a while, Si-Jin led her outside while steadying her. I asked the bar to call a substitute driver, so wait a little here. [T/N: ???? is a common service in Korea which provides a substitute driver to drive you and your car back when youre too drunk to drive yourself, for example.] In fact, his hands were faster at sitting her on a chair than his mouth. Na-Yool raised her head that kept drooping down and said: I I think I will be fine if you can just catch me a taxi. Instead of replying, Si-Jins eyes glared down at the top of her head. Na-Yool could feel it even without looking at it, its message perfectly clear: You? You will end up crawling home. Since you also had a few drinks too she added, as she held back a queasy breath. Not as many as you. This, I simply easily get drunk. Its not that I drank too much You drank 4 bottles by yourself. Si-Jin bluntly pointed out the truth without any derogatory comment, silently inviting her to reconsider her statement. Na-Yool was so inebriated to the point of being sure she had drunk all 5 glasses he had taken from her that she could not even rightly assess how much alcohol she had tonight. So if he said so, it must be right, however No, I usually cannot drink that much. This was the truth. Because it was way past her drinking limit. You probably mistook it for the ones we drank togeth Out of all 6 bottles. I mostly drank beer And a bottle and a half of soju. My memory is flawless; I remember perfectly. More than your drunk self, too busy rambling about. Her shot for a way-out fell flat. Na-Yool cupped her forehead and took a deep breath. Cant you pretend not to remember and let me off? You know today has been tough for me. Who told you to have it tough? The answer that came back without a pause in-between was incomparably harsh. It was the same as saying Who told you to go meet that bastard. With a Who do you think is the most pissed about this matter? expression on his face, as if just thinking back on it very much angered him, Si-Jin frowned in a look of reproach and looked down at her. Chapter 50 Na-Yool reflexively flinched at his glaring and tried to justify herself. To begin with, things got even more complicated because of you Mr. President. You have to say it right. It got to this point because of your ridiculously low standards. I am not talking about that basic matter. When I look at you and get reminded of it, Im still dumbfounded. You are just a third party. Surely you wont be as much as I am. If it even makes you dumbfounded, then what about me? It was a bold so of course I would be more dumbfounded argument. Briefly convinced by the logic of it, Na-Yool almost apologized out of her mind, before barely managing to press it down deep inside. Personally, its up to you to feel however you want regarding my failed love relationship, but Right. His interruption of her words at his own convenience stirred her resentment. Shouldnt you at least know how things went? Since you very pleasantly fired it up on purpose Like you said earlier in front of that loser, I tried to help you. I only said that for Sang-Hoon, that oppa That loser. for that loser to hear it, and gloss things over to try clearing up the misunderstanding you created. Si-Jin did not miss to rectify her again, rightfully so. Satisfied with her diligent self-correction, he turned his relaxed gaze towards her. Then, as if he still had something else to rectify that he was not happy about, he spread his thumb and index finger apart and pressed her cheeks between them in a funny way. Na-Yool unintentionally continued speaking with a pouty face. From start to finish, you never were of help, Mr. President. Do I have to help? What kind of rubbish was it now? Na-Yool raised and squinted her dizzy eyes to see Si-Jins blurry face more clearly, which slowly bobbed from side to side. Me? To you? What nonsense is that? Na-Yools thoughts came out of her mouth without a filter. Si-Jin grinned at her with a hazy but C and she was sure of it C impertinent expression. What more could she talk about with such a weird being Na-Yool shook her head and pulled out her plump-looking face captured in Si-Jins grip. If it was not for you, we would have been done sooner! Right, it would have been nice if we hadnt been held in that coffee shop all night. Who was the one who misled the whole conversation with strange remarks! Indeed, that was me. Far from soothing Na-Yools wrath, his innocent acknowledgement was like pouring fuel on the fire. See! Because of you! Think about what I said to that bastard. I do not even want to think about it again. Come on, carefully think it over with that small brain of yours. My brain is not small! Its big! Dont underestimate it! Even if its small at best Si-Jin muttered as if he could not understand her. Na-Yool fumed sorrowfully. To Sang-Hoon op- no, to that loser, you said a lot of things that were easy to misunderstand First of all, we actually slept together so its not really a misunderstanding. Its not what is important Secondly, does this bastard still have any right to misunderstand? Whether he does or not, I do not want to give him any pretexts. If he harasses me more to vent his anger, or makes up stories about me being a cheater and spread it around, I I did not give him pretexts, the bastard created them himself. If the problem is that bastard, dont look for the cause in yourself. Thats exactly what being stupidly kind is. Si-Jins words rang a bell in Na-Yools mind, warning her not to make more mistakes, not to wrong anyone else. Five seconds later, it hit her. She blinked and said: Excuse-me Mr. President, but I am pretty sure I said the cause was you. You and I are a package. Since when? In this case. Ahh. I could not be more speechless Those ugly rumors, you just need to spread some around, even dirtier ones. What kind of boss but Si-Jin would encourage his employee to slander her ex-boyfriend with nasty gossip in order not to lose to them. Ill ask for a lawyer, so sue him if you want. On which charge would I even Listen here. It could just take you a trip to the police station right now with your cellphone to put that bastard behind bars. I simply said our relationship was exactly as what it looks like. I never said that we are dating, nor mentioned the fact that we slept togeth [T/N: Remember? He is self-quoting his answer from when Sang-Hoon asked why they were holding hands in the coffee shop] Stop! Anyway, that bastard judged based on what he saw. His proud demeanor reflected he did not feel like he tricked anyone at all. Then why answer with exactly as what it looks like sitting next to her with his conceited face if not to push Sang-Hoons buttons? However, Na-Yool gave up refuting. I was just saying I am simply hoping for you to know you have not been helpful, and that in the future you will refrain from unnecessary meddling. As the cold wind hit her face and heated up by her drunkenness, for a moment, a very short one, her conscience seemed to have returned. Na-Yool slightly propped her body up while she exhorted him in a quiet voice. But Si-Jin immediately pressed on her shoulders to force her down, and she was back to diligently sitting on the chair as if she never got up. Na-Yool was shortly bewildered, processing what just happened as she looked at Si-Jins hands placed on her shoulders, when his voice fell over her head. Well, I have a different opinion. I do even more. Anyway, whatever the case, since you are tired there is no need to drive me back so just go straight to your home and I will take a taxi here Who said they will drive you back home? Just when 3~4 drunk passersby walked in front of them, Si-Jins polite formal speech came back in a composed manner. Of course, it was a detail that Na-Yool could no longer notice. Then what am I waiting for then? Im taking you home. Where? Our home. [T/N: our is often use in Korean to say my] By our home, you mean not my house but There is no us between us. So logically wouldnt our home be about mine? sighed his voice, visibly scorning her frustrating lack of common sense. I obviously got confused because you made an absurd suggestion. retorted Na-Yool dumbfoundedly. I did? His question seemed to imply not you?. Na-Yool deflected the sneaky attack. Why would you take me to your home? What kind of relationship do we have for you to think I would just agree to visit an unrelated mans house Is sex nothing to you, Ms. Kim Na-Yool? Na-Yool momentarily was at a loss for words at the straight-up words that unexpectedly came back to her face. Si-Jin carried on with its usual smirk, as if uninterested in whether she would confirm or not. I cant believe you thought of going back home by yourself. How is that a problem Cant you picture it? The sight of that bastard hovering around the entrance of your apartment. Until now, it certainly has not been out of the ordinary. It being the worst situation that was in Na-Yools expected range Him taking out a knife with the resolve to kill you and himself both together upon breaking up. Kidnaping, imprisoning, assaulting, raping you or setting you on fire. Pardon? Cant you rationally picture it? Si-Jins rational listing had drastically turned her normally clingy ex-boyfriend into the worst kind of dating abuse perpetrator ever seen on the news. Na-Yool mumbled, stunned by his extreme example. Those kinds of things, they are only in the news Although she wanted to say only in the news could such things happen, Na-Yool involuntarily felt a chill taking over her body. These people too probably were fine when they dated. If Sang-Hoon turned out to be like them, his personality changing for the worse Chapter 51 Si-Jin clicked his tongue at Na-Yools troubled expression. Dont you find it astonishing? I have never thought of such extreme situations It is astonishing. That you thought of going back alone to a home where that bastard is waiting, it really is. Astonishing. According to Si-Jin, it was now a fact that Sang-Hoon was waiting in front of her house. Not even caring for Sang-Hoons opinion. For a few minutes, Na-Yools dim consciousness mentally counted how many times he had told her off in such a manner, then asked: Mr. President, do you ever feel anything else but dumbfounded with me? I am generally excited. The straightforward sexual innuendo popping out of nowhere rendered Na-Yool speechless once again. Of course, it was obvious he had looked for the most wholesome term to express himself. To the best of his abilities. But to say it on a street lit up like broad daylight The driver is here. Lets go. Should I run away? Just as the idea quietly crossed Na-Yools mind, Si-Jin grabbed her arm. Half-asleep, she followed him as he dragged her along to soon see a very familiar luxurious car in front of her. Before she could even react with a huh?, the rear door was opened. As it were, here is what had happened. Out of consideration for Na-Yools dull reflexes, Si-Jin had walked at an extremely slow pace without haste, but she had not noticed due to her drunk state. So everything happened in an instant. When she came back to reality with her mind still fuzzy, her body was already crumpled in the back seat. Si-Jin diligently set her in in a neat and precise manner, just like putting his freshly folded clothes in a commode drawer. Na-Yool soon was sitting like a stored item which had found its place. Si-Jin sat next to her, and the substitute driver behind the wheel. The weight of their three respective bodies was absorbed by the expensive car without a shake but Na-Yool, catching on the faintest quivering, briefly hallucinated on her own that she was on a boat. Meanwhile, Si-Jin slightly leaned forwards to the driver seat. He nonchalantly placed his large hand on Na-Yools thigh as if simply to help himself to lean further in to be heard by the driver, to whom he gave the address. Unlike before, Na-Yool could not even slap off the naughty hand. Now that the fresh breeze which had temporarily sobered up her muddled brain was gone, all she could do was hold onto her dizzy head. She tried to think about this situation as best as she could. Think, think Far from actually thinking about it, the car set off as she thought nothing but inwardly repeating the word think over and over. What are you doing? Si-Jin turned his eyes from his phone towards Na-Yool with an interrogative look. Rather than a question it was closer to random self-talking, and more like a reprobation of her weird behavior than an innocent inquiry. Not bothering with him, Na-Yool stuck her body against the door as if there was a cliff right next to her and nervously twitched her eyes. Needless to say she was breathing in and out heavily. Whats wrong? Si-Jin properly asked this time. Na-Yool answered with a somber voice. I think I am going to throw up. After setting off merely 2 minutes ago, the car quietly stopped. Then the car resumed moving 10 minutes later. Na-Yool, plagued with a wretched appearance, got crumpled back to her drawer after failing to regurgitate anything. Noticing that Na-Yools mind remained drunk with no sign of throwing up, Si-Jin lightly disregarded her nausea and laid her down. The sensation of her head, held in his big hands, as it rested on his hard thigh, made her feel light-headed like she was in a dream. No, its not because she liked it that it felt like a dream. It is just that this was too surreal. Her temple pressing against his leg, the touch of his cool hand now and then brushing her forehead it just felt dreamlike. As if every traffic light had turned green at its approach, Si-Jins car drove without pausing for lights on the night roads. Only the friendly GPS voice signaling left turns, speed cameras, and so on, occasionally echoed through the silent car. The quiet engine sound and the pillow placed at appropriate height. Na-Yool hated hard ones, but her drunkenness softened everything. She was just about to fall asleep. Is it for that persons sake that you didnt properly tell him who I am? Suddenly a low, soft voice flowed into Na-Yools ear. For a moment she didnt understand and closed her eyes with a frown, before asking: Mr. President, who are you? It was a strange question, requesting a confirmation of identity at its end while stating it clearly at its beginning. Of course, Na-Yool had her own logical reason for it. She was asking who more could he possibly be but Mr. President. However, they were not hinting at the same thing so nothing could be done about it. Quite out of character, Si-Jin was until now rather tenderly looking down at her, even lending her his lap as a pillow. But suddenly his expression turned sour, as if looking at the most pathetic human being ever. Right? Na-Yool repeated. Although Si-Jin did not say anything, Na-Yool felt his facial expression to her core, so much so that she almost physically heard it. Seemingly annoyed by the obvious fact that she did not even call him President in front of Sang-Hoon, Si-Jin spat out: I wondered if it was for the sake of that bastards pride. ? I wondered if it was important to the stupidly kind Kim Na-Yool too. What are you mumbling about by yourself? So important that you would want to protect his petty pride even if it meant ending it so unsightly like this. At his words she again did not understand, Na-Yool turned her head and slitted her eyes to look up at Si-Jins face. For a moment, the dim light of the streetlamps passing through the car window repeatedly shone on and off his sculptural face looking out. Just as Na-Yool was appreciating the sight and blissfully thought it would be nice if he talked no more, Si-Jin looked down. Do you have lingering feelings? Who, me? Since it was obvious he was speaking of her, Si-Jin just made a face and did not elaborate. Na-Yool opened her slitted eyes wider with a stunned expression. Lingering feelings? Towards Lee Sang-Hoon? Do you? Am I crazy? Even a bit. Unless I lost my mind, I would not Surprisingly, did you not spend 2/3 of a year with that bastard? So to say, it was possible enough that she was crazy. Na-Yool felt wronged and protested, 2/3 of 365 days arent 200 days! Its a long way off! To think that is all she could spurt out as a comeback! Flustered, she felt like slapping her mouth and telling herself to pull herself together. Si-Jin chuckled. From a biased viewpoint, his sneer made it look like he was scorning her, or that he was getting irritated by himself. You really are something else. The tone was soft, but clearly sarcastic. Still feeling like the victim of an injustice, Na-Yool muttered in grief, Why would I have any?! How could I still have feelings for Sang-Hoon?! If you dont, then I cant explain your attitude. Cant explain, what is it that you cant explain You should have trampled on the root so that it doesnt grow back. Plus, I was by your side to help. Please recall who butted in. Please think back about who interrupted me every time I tried speaking. Someone with great looks, not to mention his wealth. With unrivaled abilities. Could it be that you are talking about yourself, Mr. President? I know it really is nothing but incredible luck to you, but now your standard is me. At least temporarily, as if a fleeting moment in your insignificant life Though unsaid, Na-Yool distinctly heard Si-Jins random arrogant premise and got struck speechless by his brimming audacity. So dont you dare put that Lee Sang-Hoon and me on the same level, is that it? So that bastard is below your standard. Got it? Si-Jins conclusion was a little different from Na-Yools expectations. Although it was, of course, a conclusion she could approve of. But just because she was briefly pleased with it, she was not to let herself get persuaded by that smooth talker, well-versed in providing sound arguments each time he opened his mouth. Na-Yool smacked her lips and pried at him. As soon as she stared, she was once again at a loss for words. Chapter 52 The smooth talker was gazing down at her with faintly shimmering eyes. It was the same look as he had when he had adjusted the buttons of her blouse. Like a calm but overcast sky on the eve of a storm. She suddenly realized that those eyes kept moving regardless of Si-Jins cheeky tongue or the direction of the conversation. And also, the fact that they were contemplating her swaying breast slightly peeking out of her jacket due to her body laying on the side, or glancing from time to time under her skirt rolling up. With eyes proudly displaying his desire, he was acting lecherously and unconcerned to hide it. Na-Yool soon felt thirsty. She swallowed dry saliva and turned her head. She wanted to ask in disgust if this was the place to reveal his unrestrained pervert self ready to have sex anytime, but her body heated up as if it was a set procedure. She did not know what on earth he had done to her. How come she enjoyed being watched by the licentious Kwon Si-Jin?! She wanted to blame the alcohol, but the before and after were clearly different. She wiggled and curled up to hide her face from him. Know your standards. And dont show any regrets. Dont let that bastard receive the consideration he does not deserve. Striking a callous tone, he had given her words of support C which actually were not C to revise her (now elevated) standards, and in all seriousness reduced her to a woman full of regrets. Only then did she clearly identified, underneath his words, the arrogant and annoying conclusion he had jumped to: The fact that you did not excitedly boast about how great of a person I am in from of him, isnt it out of consideration for that losers weak self-esteem, and therefore the proof of your remaining affection for him? And also, what he was misunderstanding despite seeing her fight with Sang-Hoon with his own eyes. Na-Yool wanted to refute having remaining feelings, but she did not feel like letting her own burning face look towards his aloof expression. She simply nodded in approval, almost burying her head between his legs. She wished they would arrive soon so she could somehow escape, but equally hoped they would never reach their destination in fear that her bright, aroused, red face got discovered. With him, everything felt unfamiliar. Even her own self. In the end, all this consideration looks akin to real feelings. So annoying. If she had not turned away then, maybe Na-Yool would have seen his face mumbling in an incomparably unfamiliar manner. Chapter 13 C Saturday morning 10:10 a.m. [Disclaimer: All dialogues with Sang-Hoon in this chapter are a flashback/dream] Do you have to keep working there? What? Do you have to keep working for this company? What do you mean? It doesnt have to be there. Youre a designer anyway, so its easy for you to transfer to any other companySo Im asking if a woman like you has any reason to keep working in a place with such harsh working conditions. My previous company and the one before too were equally tough anyway. Considering how low my wages were its true the work is hard here, but I get proportionally compensated. You know, the first time I got hired at a design agency I worked overtime every day without getting even half of the money I get here. If I go anywhere else, I will never receive this salary. Money is important Na-Yool, but? Its not only about the money. The clients also have high standards, and though its tough to get their approval, they allow me to continue to try new things on my own and reflect on my ideas. Didnt I tell you how much I suffered when I had to change jobs from that previous company, because I couldnt make even one portfolio since they had me copying design of packaging from 15 years ago? Okay, youre right, money is important, a portfolio too. Im just asking out of concern, worried it would take a toll on your body. Because I feel bad when I see you. Thanks for your concern but Im good, oppa. Youre a woman, after all. No need to be so eager to the point of overdoing it. Why shouldnt I be? Women, a woman like you, youre a woman, after all, because youre a woman Any time Sang-Hoon would chatter in a remarkably tender tone, occasionally considerate but mostly patriarchal nonsense, a mental resistance would also surge inside Na-Yool. Yes, Sang-Hoon was a sweet, old-fashioned relic. Consequently, when they had to cancel their date because of his work it was considered a constructive C since Na-Yool was in his eyes the same as a dependent wife C and unavoidable reason, but when it was because of her work it became a selfish reason, blaming her for putting work over all else. Anyhow, you will have to quit your job after giving birth. I agree its better to work before marriage instead of playing around but still Its not like youre going to work forever, so do you really have to be so furiously invested in every project? How do you know if I will quit or not once I give birth? Then what, do you plan to keep working? What about the kid? I will think about it when the time comes. Think about it when the time comes? Such an important and obvious matter? Actually, I have never once thought of quitting my job. And I dont want to. I dont know how my personal circumstances will change, but even if they do I will think about it then. How can I control something that is yet to happen Kim Na-Yool. Were you such a selfish woman? Na-Yool watched Sang-Hoons blurry face looking kind of dumb flickered like a dream. Of course, it was not a nice dream, but his existence was neither grandiose enough for Na-Yool to remember him even as a nightmare. It just felt like a silly dream with a bad ending. Just that much of a memory. She could barely see the face of this Sang-Hoon from some time ago, yet could clearly identify where his facial features were. If only her vision had been so blurry that she could not see those chattering lips, and never wonder when and what they would say next! Even with our relationship. I dont know how much we have to sacrifice because youre busy and having a hard time. Sorry, you said we sacrificed it because of what? We barely meet twice a week. Even among my dating friends, Ive never seen a girlfriend as busy as you are. Usually, if a man is busy, the woman who has a lot of time takes it into consideration and matches his schedule so that the two of them meet as much as possible. Thats a normal and beautiful relationship. But you, you always say that since Im busy and youre even busier it cant be helped. Yesterday you couldnt meet me because I was busy, and today because you are. Youre always like this. You dont make an effort for our relationship. So what efforts can I make? You cant mean to quit working, is it? Youre already at the age of dating with marriage in mind. If you get picky here it will be too late and your 30s will just fly by, so now is your last chance. I am your last chance. She remembered the moment she heard the worlds most horrifying words. That moment when she had instinctively confirmed that there was no room for a long-term future with him. That moment when Sang-Hoon had looked like a completely different person. I am your last chance. Her blurry eyes could still vividly picture his confident expression when saying that. Along with the confidence that, on the contrary, Na-Yool was not his last chance. It was probably around a month and a half ago that things started turning sour between them. Back then, when talks about their future came up, while Na-Yool would skillfully avoid making any outspoken remarks, Sang-Hoon, despite not being satisfied with her reaction, would just let it go without commenting further. Sometimes relationships abruptly change at some point. Both of them gave up on making efforts around the same time. In the end, what sustained the relationship between a man and a woman in a moderate way was the ambiguous peace that came from not having a proper conversation. But the moment they opened their mouths out of frustration, eventually Chapter 53 Instead of money, think of what is most important in your life right now. Because I like you more, because from the beginning I was the one chasing after you since I liked you, thats why Im holding back. But how long do you think it will last? Other women live the opposite way you do. No matter how much time may change, family and the man you love will always come first Are you talking about your mother? What century are you living in? I mean, think about where a womans happiness really lies. I hope you dont get too worn out later and you dont regret it. At that age when you should be joyfully dating for the last time before getting married, I wonder if work is so important for a woman to just give it all up Although I dont know if I will marry, not to mention having kids, are you expecting me to organize my life based on the sole possibility of it? To me its not a possibility, its a certainty. I will marry you. You can believe it, Na-Yool. Despite knowing he liked her more than she did, Sang-Hoon was persuaded she wanted to marry him and would accept his proposal. He was convinced she wanted him to the point that she would cry over what to do if he were not to marry her later. Na-Yool slowly started to wonder what else this could be but a nightmare. It did not feel like a dream; it really was a dream. Both her mouth and Sang-Hoons one, gibbering according to her set memories. She could not willingly make them say anything else than what had already been said. She could not make their lips move differently, nor slap Sang-Hoons Who said you were the problem, oppa? Then whats the problem? Are you saying you dont want to marry me? Is that whole talk supposed to make me want to? I have no thoughts of marrying you as of now. But why are you already thinking about how I will raise your kid? For a moment, he had a blank, wounded expression. Youre really immature. Think about your age. Youre already 28. For a woman, 28 is not that young. Mind your own age. Hey, is a womans age and a mans age the same? Whats the difference? Do I really have to say it for you to know Do you seriously think it makes sense for me to quit my work just to make it easier for you to meet a few times more after your work? Who said it was to make it easy for me? Youre already having a hard time, so So that was your reason for telling me all this time that, since I had it tough with my wacko boss, I should change workplace? Na-Yool. You just need me to be ready to come out whenever you have time to spare, is that it? Na-Yool look, I think youre misunderstanding something Do you think youre that great? You said you would keep working and meet me when you have time, while I should give up my salary to live just on love dating you. Thats what you said just now. With that face. Did you just diss my face Who bashed whose life first? You just said that the final reward I would get from investing my life like that would be to marry you and thats it. That giving birth to and raising a child with your face would be my happiness. Hey! Do you know how happy my mother is? [T/N: End of flashback] Even in the middle of dreaming, Na-Yools blood pressure rose. Far from moving her body, she struggled with the harsh reality that she could not even move her fingers at will. How nice it would be if only having her eyes closed would make Sang-Hoons face go away for good. But even that was impossible. All of it was forced beyond her control. She forcefully focused her strength at the tip of her paralyzed fingers. I beg you, move. Please move and slap that damn chattering mouth Get up. ? You looked like you wanted to be woken up from an awful dream. Si-Jins black eyes, detached as if uninterested whether it was indeed the case or not, stared down at her. Still laying down, Na-Yool blinked. What was going on? Her eyes twitched. She then tried to move her fingers which had tightened in her dream. As if waking up after suffering from sleep paralysis for a long time, a feeling of liberation took over her whole body. Of liberation, yes, liberation But strangely, she also felt an excessive sense of freedom. Of course the feeling was delightful, but truly oddly felt a bit excessive. Breakfast? What? Will you have it? Sorry? Na-Yools confused consecutive questions laid a longer one: Why the hell are you asking me that now?. As Na-Yool was still in a disoriented state, Si-Jins hands propped her up. Now absently sitting on the bed with half of the blanket down, she realized that she was not wearing anything on top. And not even down. No wonder she felt excessively free! Na-Yool drew the blanket with trembling hands. The sole sensation against her bottom was enough for her not to check, but she still could not believe it. Like her upper half, she was totally naked below. Completely naked without a shred of clothing. This was the reason behind her excessive sense of liberation. With eyes trembling like the hands which had lifted the blanket, she stared at Si-Jin who had just picked up his cellphone and was peering through his work mails. Quickly swiping the screen with his thumb, he did not seem to have any interest in the half-naked body she had inadvertently exposed outside the blanket, nor the despair she was feeling at this moment. Na-Yools lips twitched a few times as she wanted to pester him further, but the helplessness of not knowing what to say made her close her mouth again. Soon after, Na-Yools gaze eventually turned away from the face engrossed in his phones business and wandered anxiously all around the large bedroom. Everything looked unfamiliar. It was not a hotel, and certainly not a motel either The room was too spacious, and she did not feel any sense of living, but it seemed like a house where people live. And judging from the presence of the pervert in front of her, chances were high that it was said to be this perverts house. But the fact that she figured out where she was did not mean she understood why she was here. She once again glanced at Si-Jin with a complex look. Her mind was all clouded. The last thing she remembered was lamenting all kinds of embarrassing stories to Si-Jin in front of the bar. Even with a foggy memory, she could not forget his face mocking her. Rather than being angry about it, she felt a bit miserable now. She also wanted to laugh at herself, so she could understand how, with his wicked personality, he could not help make fun of her. She therefore let it go with no hard feelings. Even though she worked so hard yesterday to conceal everything, had Si-Jin not ended up witnessing it all with his own eyes? In addition to that, Na-Yool had unraveled to him with her own mouth all sorts of embarrassing secret stories he did not need to know about. I must have gone crazy muttered Na-Yool while nervously wiping her face. It was the first time she had blacked out like this. No matter how drunk she was, she would at least be able to go home, but not even that this time. Even if some memories were missing, she always was able to recall most of the timeline once she awoke back home, but this time it truly was impossible Good. At least you know it. Done in the meantime with what he was doing, Si-Jin put down his phone for good on the side table and looked at Na-Yool. More precisely, around her chest. Na-Yool had already pulled up the blanket to cover it, but his eyes seemed to peer into it. His mighty gaze had a hint of reproach, as if to rebuke her not to persist in hiding something that he had already seen so many times. Chapter 54 However right now her pair of breasts was the least of Na-Yools worries. She inhaled deeply and asked: Mr. President, why am I here? Do you know where you are? It is not my house, neither a hotel, so at best? At best? Though Si-Jin behaved as usual, he hinted at her reluctant undertone. Even though Na-Yools voice was extremely neutral, he amazingly caught on to her inner arrogance towards him. Na-Yool rolled her eyes and muttered, avoiding his gaze. I just thought it might be your house. At best, right. Its me who matters. Why am I here? Sure you are! Si-Jin grinned and sat at the edge of the bed in front of her. Dont you remember? Not at all. From where? I remember up to the point where I was drinking a bit of alcohol but A bit? Seemed like it was not just a bit. But seeing how she had completely blacked out for the very first time, she could accept it. Staring intently at the line that ran from her neck to her shoulder, Si-Jin asked: And? Yes? After that. that is it. I remember just until I drank a bit. Si-Jin had an unfathomed look. Somehow it looked like he was okay with her answer, but not really either. It was an ambiguous expression, far from the disagreeable sneer and disdainful frown that Na-Yool was used to receiving. So what if she could not remember? Nevermind. About what? No, if you dont remember, thats fine. As long as you are comfortable with it. At the mention of the probability that she might prefer not to remember anything, Na-Yools face turned utterly distressed. Si-Jin was the person she least expected the words As long as youre comfortable with it, its fine to come out from. Therefore, she definitely could not trust it. What exactly should I be comfortable with? Didnt you forget everything? Is there something better kept forgotten? I should have recorded it. That thing you told me while biting my dick in the early morning. Na-Yool froze on the spot. Unaware that his hands had already reached inside the blanket. I should have taken a picture of your face and its nimble mouth in action working on my lower half as evidence, but I was raised well, so such a crime But who cares, you dont remember anyway right? Si-Jin had delightedly chimed in despite previously concluding he would not mention things painful for her to hear. He even had affectionately brought up one more time the fact that she had done more than one shameful thing last night, but none of it mattered since she had no recollection of it. More than one I could not have started it. That was the only conviction that kept Na-Yools current mental state in check. Surely the pervert had started it all. This time Si-Jin smiled widely. Sure. Right. Im sure you want to believe so. Na-Yool felt like she received a bigger denial than a simple no. She clenched the blanket and pulled it close to her breast a little tighter. It could not be. No way she had instigated such an outrageous act No way. It should not be. There was no reason for such a disgraceful thing that had never happened before to happen now, at such a mature age, and with Kwon Si-Jin of all people. Whatever had already happened between them, there was no need for her to blatantly display for him to see her lewd side from the surface to the depths below Si-Jin slightly aroused her as his naughty hand gently kneaded Na-Yools thighs like dough, while she was too lost in deep thought to notice. And you spread your legs more easily than this. .Unh! His hand, which had delicately reached deep between her clamped legs, slowly stroked the soft skin on the inside of her thighs with its powerful fingertips. As Si-Jin barely grazed her secret bud, that subtle distance instantly drove Na-Yool ever closer to the edge. The touch of his fingers furtively wrapping around and tugging at her curly pubic hair was mischievous. It was an extremely light touch, like a child who would playfully ruffle an adults hair. Except for the astonishing fact that this was a man shoving his big hand between a womans bare legs, and therefore maybe too light. But it was enough. Although he did not touch her most sensitive spot nor reach into her, Na-Yools body nonetheless grew more demanding with the sole stimulation applied to this area. Si-Jin grinned as if he could clearly visualize her inner turmoil. How lewd. Ha-unh! Suddenly, his hand plunged downwards into her wet bush, grabbed the whole thing and pulled it hard. It was a thin line between taunting and bullying. Na-Yools inner walls tightened so hard that she could not even turn away. She involuntarily burst out a shriek at the abrupt and violent stimulus, but then covered her mouth in fear of leaking more lewd sounds. As he clutched her pubic hair between his long fingers, Si-Jin smiled while he slowly stroked her damp opening with the tip of his middle finger. As always, it sure gets wet quickly. Ahh, uuh, ngh Really, youre too fast. At everything. Please, ahh Did you forget how quickly mine fell out because you came by yourself as soon as I pumped into you when your spilling insides begged for it? In contrast to his vulgarity, his relaxed and gentle tone seemed to blame her hasty personality C almost, with a shadow of reproach. We -uuh- were talking, werent we? What talk? That talk about how you sucked my dick? Why would I -haa- talk about, something I dont remember Should I record it next time? There will, be no next time ha-unh I wont drink again, in front of, a pervert, like y It was you who came at me. In my life -nngh- never once, have I done, that Now you do. Even though, how could you, with a, drunk person, fool arou- ahh! The two fingers that shallowly stroked between her lower lips mercilessly entered her. As if gliding into her drenched slimy insides, they jammed in two knuckles deep at once. Na-Yools hole tightened hard and relentlessly twitched, constraining the fingers. At the meaningful smile which hinted that her body was ready to take all that Si-Jin gave her, Na-Yool shook her head and turned away from him. As if it was worth the reward, his thumb pressed firmly against the excitedly swollen flesh and began to rub. While he tormented her most sensitive part, Si-Jin recklessly grinded and stirred her insides. Slightly pulling out his hand as if scraping her inner walls, Si-Jin then rammed his penis, rubbing against the skin of her thighs while thrusting as far as he could (T/N: a.k.a. intecrural sex). Na-Yool moaned as she entangled her disheveled hair on the sheet, not even realizing that he had lowered the blanket and knocked her body down. Please, ahh, please Without even knowing what she begged for so desperately, she pleaded and forced her chest into his grip and sobbed. Hnnng, ngh, please, uuhngh, n-no, ah! This time, your turn to hold it in. Uhhh, ngh, do-nt, ha-unh! At least do it for me, who painfully held it in when you threw yourself at me offering to suck me off. Si-Jins lips slid down from the edge of her raised chin along her neckline. Na-Yool let out a weeping moan as her jaw imperceptibly flinched and narrowly opened her hazy eyes. She then saw him burying his lips to the hollow above her collarbone and suckling in the tender flesh. His face was not even half-visible due to the angle and position, but everything was different from any other time she had seen him at work or anywhere else. Maybe it was meant to be, since he always maintained a perfect appearance as if nothing could move or hurt him. No matter how exhausting of a human being he was, surely he could not live with this facade even in his own home where no one could see. Na-Yools cloudy gaze lingering on Si-Jins forehead slowly slid down. Contrary to his usual hair neatly slicked back with wax, the few messed up locks of hair falling down on his always revealed forehead and his eyes fully focused on her gave off a greatly offbeat impression. As much as this house which Na-Yool was unfamiliar with, or that foreign embarrassment his ordinary attire brought her. Of course, even though he was comfortably dressed in a short-sleeved T-shirt and training pants, his looks were not shabby at all. A person could easily look totally worthless wearing such an outfit, but strangely enough, not him. Chapter 55 The plain white t-shirt without a single pattern C as expected from his character C revealed his wide shoulders and solid body, in a different fashion than when he wore a fitting dress shirt under his suit. As for the training pants, they wrapped his long legs in a nice fit. If what she had always seen in the company was the ruthless, intelligent and promising elite itself, this Si-Jin in front of her was his relaxed, laid-back and athletic self. Although the fact that both versions of him were a predator did not change. Na-Yools heart was beating so clearly she could hear it. She could not tell if it was because of his hand that persisted in its torment of her lower half, or because of this unfamiliar impression of him that she was facing for the first time in 2 years. Ah, ngh uuunh Ultimately, it must have been all of it. Si-Jin buried his lips between her breasts and, baring his teeth, brutally bit at her skin as his large hand clutched and squeezed her chest tightly. His lips wandered on the white flesh squeezed out between his fingers while nibbling at it and crawled up to gently bite the already aroused perky bump. He then burst out in a low laugh. Aaangh! You look at that, your nipples are already hard! Nnh, uhhk, ngh And I havent suck it yet, uh? Ah-uhhk But then again, I havent even laid a finger yet. While you cutely got all hot and bothered by yourself with your hardened nipples. He could pretend to be innocent since he had never put his hands on her chest before, but the hand that recklessly spread her legs apart to penetrate her insides was for sure none other than his. Though she was speechless, Na-Yool was too busy whimpering moans that she was in no position to articulate words properly. Si-Jin glared down at her with a look as sharp as a knife. His facial features finely carved like a sculpture never matched the vulgar language he used only in front of her. But getting used to his repeated shameless actions and words, Na-Yools sense of inappropriateness was weaker than before. Not to mention that whatever I insert there, be it a finger or my cock, that space between your legs immediately gets slippery Weaker than before, to some extent. A sense of incongruity between the way he looked and his speech still existed. As long as he was naturally born with a valuable-looking face, the day it would genuinely match would never come. At best, his brazen smug was all that tied both of these aspects up. Ah, uuhuuungh No wonder your chest would thrust forward like this. Dont you think so? Up, he fondled her breasts while rubbing and squeezing her nipples. Down, he grinded her inner walls up back and forth. Both hands steadily carried out his taunting as Si-Jin smiled. It was a subtle smile, with a hint of bemusement, maybe even of admiration. In any case, it was clear he was making fun of Na-Yool and her lecherous bodys ability to get aroused by itself. It was nothing different than one-sidedly taking the responsibility of her own pleasure, but it was not serious enough for him to properly brood over it or be offended. Nuance-wise, Si-Jins labeling of Na-Yools as lecherous ? as he would occasionally describe her afterwards ? was far from being an insult or a criticism. On the other hand, neither was it close to being called a compliment as its meaning was a little whack, but there was also a strange sincerity to the word. Almost as if inkling the quite positive nuance that this was what he liked about her. Na-Yool reckoned that, as expected, a perverts thoughts truly were hard to understand. Right then, just as she thought she saw Si-Jins smile snap, his lips came crashing into hers. He chewed her lower lip as if berating her for having her mind elsewhere and searched for her tongue that was hidden behind her tightly closed lips C Si-Jin pulled and sucked on it. A stifled moan escaped from Na-Yools mouth. Uh-hmph As they sucked each others tongues, their intertwining mouths soon were locked together without a single gap. The penis firmly erected through the training pants that had been continuously jabbing between the flanks of Na-Yools thighs pressed upwards and started rubbing in long strokes. Haa Hu-uuh She could feel that his tip was already leaking even through the thick material of his pants. Because that tiny part that was just a little wet made the flesh that it rubbed hot. Heavy pants entwined with wet tongues. One more finger dug in down there and filled the tight hole while stirring restlessly. Fully tightening on the half-inserted fingers, Na-Yools opening seemed to already be at its limits. But as soon as Si-Jin shoved his fingers all the way in, it sucked them in with great ease, making Na-Yool blush out of self-consciousness. Si-Jin incessantly rubbed Na-Yools lower part with a face that wanted to curse at the sensation of her clenching insides and fiercely plunged his lips to hers. Be it when his fingers gently got sucked in and out or when he thrusted into her with his way more enormous penis, the tightening of her narrow inner walls was to happen anyway. Although he was to barely succeed in entering the tip, if he was to shove his penis through the opening that had been spread to its limit, tide would instantly turn and her insides would swallow him whole, eager to devour him from the tip to the root. So, as if it was all part of some naughty play, Si-Jin stared at Na-Yools flushed cheeks with a gentle scowl and concurrently sucked her tongue hard. An obscene slurping sound was made as their flesh entangled and saliva overflowed. As the sound of wet, slippery water constantly dripping from Na-Yools pool of passion echoed back down, only the erotic noises from above and below them filled the room. Si-Jins thumb slid out to the opening which was clearly smeared with her love juice as he meaningfully ran up and down through her vaginal lips, wetting Na-yuls sensitive flesh by rubbing vigorously with her own secretion. Na-Yool frantically wiggled her buttocks as she laid under him. All the sounds disappeared into Si-Jins mouth. A mix of saliva that had no clear owner flowed into each others throats, moistening their once thirsty tongues and the sound of their hoarse breathing. Lost in the intensity, Na-Yool climaxed on her last breath. As if he had waited for it, Si-Jin dug deeper into Na-Yools already wide-open lips, swallowing all of her screams into his cavity. All his fingers that filled her lower part were pulled out and grabbed her bouncing breasts as he heavily gasped for air. Na-Yool reflexively breathed deeply despite her firmly covered mouth. At last, Si-Jin broke his lips off of hers. Ha-huh uhk Soon transparent tears welled up in Na-Yools eyes. It was the manifestation of the shame and greater pleasure that suddenly came over. Si-Jins entire palm rubbing her chest was soaked with her love juice from how much she had spilled. Every inch of skin that Si-Jin touched was shamefully left with a clear trace of the bliss she felt. As his wet fingertips brushed against her sensitive nipples, the woman who had been faintly trembling at the afterglow of her climax noticeably flinched. uh-nnh She shuddered as if she had touched something dirty, feeling bashful to have been faced with a situation she should have not, but ultimately she could not deny that it eventually caused a darker and more intimate excitement. Just like how most of the pleasures that Si-Jin had given her had made her feel unfamiliar about her own self. And that conclusion was the most mortifying point for her. Open your eyes. I dont want to. Seemingly wanting to nip her nipples to stop her from rebutting, Si-Jin lowered his wide-opened mouth and sucked the areolas pinched between his wet fingertips. Na-Yools sensitive body jolted up as if she had been electrocuted. If it was not for him pressing down on her body from above, she would have wallowed in anguish. As his clamped teeth nibbled at the tip of her nipples, his massive cock erect in full length was still steadily thrusting between her thighs, all over to her flat lower abdomen. Not far from her areolas held captive by his sucking mouth, Si-Jins hands fondling her breast like milking them were frank and unrestrained. Chapter 56 Na-Yools body felt so hot that she could not stand it any longer. She clumsily reached for Si-jins face which was clinging to her chest and cupped his cheeks. My eyes are, open now so, you can stop Their eyes met, along with the feeling it had been a long time since they last did. Only then Na-Yool seemed to understand. The fact that all the thrusting and stirring up to this point was more like punishment than foreplay. Even the lustful pleasure and the ecstasy she felt while struggling with shame. Si-Jins ferocious eyes filled with burning desire scanned over every nook and cranny of her sluggish body deprived of all its strength. The sight of his manhood critically stiffening up was enough to tell it was far from being over. On the spur of the moment, the thought of running away C or something similar C briefly crossed Na-Yools mind. Like the signal that things were just about to start, his broad shoulders threw off his white shirt. It was the beginning of a hectic night. Chapter 14 C Saturday morning 10:49 a.m. By the time Na-Yool came back to her senses, Si-Jin had already taken off his training pants and tore open a condom taken from who knows where. Na-Yool furtively drew back her buttocks and tentatively brought up the problematic topic. Then, we did not do it? Yesterday. Did what. He calmly grabbed his lethal penis with the hand which had previously fingered her and put the condom on. Na-Yool blushed. Indeed, even looking at its huge, repulsive size, that thing was ugly all the same. Na-Yool trembled and stared at him as he leant on his side and slowly crawled like a wild beast. Her gaze kept going down there instead of his face. You said you held it in. Ah. Maybe it simply was to buy a bit more time. Si-Jin pulled the sheets to completely entrap her body with both hands and smiled mischievously. Although that bewitching smile was one to unconsciously gawk at, it somehow hinted she had indeed done something. Na-Yool tilted her head wondering if she misunderstood. I didnt do anything. Me. Nothing at all. Me. Na-Yool felt agitated at the emphasis stressing that he did not but she did, but tried to ignore it. Si-Jin pecked his lips under her chin. He clearly was not the kind to often give small physical displays of affection, so it felt odd. She did not know him that well to know how odd it was, but still I dont have a hobby of sticking my dick in a drunk woman. And Im calling it politely. Else, thats just called rape. It was an obviously evident statement, but the reason it sounded like an accurate theory on life might have been because the world was that much of a crazy place. Having said that, she felt sorry for taking him for that kind of pervert despite herself. But he also had been drinking Na-Yool blinked her eyes for a moment. Si-Jins face was very proper, as if the vulgar words spoken until now did not shoot off from his mouth. Like a man who would never say such things. If we did not sleep together then why am I naked? Isnt it your habit? Si-Jin lightly answered and buried his lips in her collarbone. Na-Yool blocked his forehead with her hand. I do not have such a habit. I never did. Just because Im drunk, I do not go around and take off my cloth? Suddenly, she felt the sound of a low laugh slipping from the lips pressed against her palm. She frowned at once. You stripped me, didnt you? She was now using an impolite you. It carried a sting, but Si-Jin answered paying no mind to it. I was tending to your needs. Such grandiose words! Na-Yools frown deepened. Tending, you bet! What kind of tending requires taking off my clothes? If you hadnt retched on the verge of vomiting, I wouldnt have touched your body in the first place. Was that one of the many embarrassing things she did not remember? She naturally imagined her disgusting and wretched self throwing up. Na-Yool scoured her foggy memory with a troubled face. She mentally pictured the horrible scene of completely regurgitating her stomach in front of Si-Jin. She seemed to remember something Dont worry, you didnt vomit. Though you kept trying to. Although her imagination cooled down, picturing her own self retching non-stop into the void did not comfort her. Then, this? Na-Yool muttered, still forcefully covering his lips. I stripped you off beforehand because it looked like you were about to throw up. Dumbfounded, she closed her mouth and opened it again several times without a sound. Only after repeating this action 3 or 4 times did a sound finally come out. If I did not throw up, should you have dressed me again? Why would I? After all the trouble to undress you into such a pretty sight. Shouldnt I at least enjoy that much for my efforts? shamelessly added Si-Jin. Na-Yool wondered if, for someone who had drawn the line at not jumping a woman not in her right mind, this kind of harassment was considered normal. She could easily picture the obscene scene of Si-Jin losing it and stroking himself as his desire grew stronger. What great timing. A stiff, erect penis pressed against her thighs and moved slowly with a steady sway, ready to penetrate her at any moment. Uh, ah-uhn Unfortunately, you were the one who unashamedly threw herself at this body. Forcefully pushing your breasts into my mouth and begging me to suck it, biting my dick to rush me into doing it. Thats impossible Sure, I did undress you, but you undressed me too. And at that, with a clearly different goal! In fact, I certainly deserve a reward for painstakingly putting up with and resisting your plea to do you. Dont you think so? Si-Jin said prudishly with a truly dignified look, in spite of his erected monster still rubbing against her body. Na-Yools face was flushed with distress. She really had no memory, so she could not tell apart the truth from lies between Si-jins unbelievable revelations. However, as a barefaced pervert, Si-Jin had no particular reason or need to lie. If he wanted her, he would take her. Which is why Na-Yool was at loss. It did not seem to be a lie, so could it be that she was the one who? I told you its fine if you dont remember, why torture yourself. Huu-uhn, ah! It will do more harm to ask further. As Na-Yool scuffled and struggled unknowingly, Si-Jin pushed his penis into her. At the sudden penetrating sensation, she stiffened from her shoulders to her fingertips like a stuffed butterfly. Though she somewhat looked ridiculous, it was beyond her control. Contrary to her upper body, her lower body drenched with slippery wetness, like that time Si-Jin had mockingly called it a water spring, gripped right away on his roaring cannon. Uh-uhk Si-Jin drove his penis deeper into the already half-filled passage. Steadily swallowing in the manhood that had forced open its tight opening, Na-Yools passage contracted violently at the deepened insertion. Si-Jin mumbled profanity so softly that Na-Yool could not hear him, and lowered one of her legs he had rested on his shoulder to place it on his arm and spread her legs further apart. He then slowly pulled back ? almost out but not quite ? only to quickly thrust it back inside. This time, Na-Yool moaned without a sound, simply panting with her mouth. He stared at it with hungry eyes and swayed his waist. As he rammed further in the passage that had loosen for him, he bit Na-Yools hand still blocking his mouth. Startled, she withdrew it. Si-Jin lowered his face and roughly pressed his lips against hers. He viciously bit her intermittently trembling lower lip and sucked on it like he did with her nipples. Ah, ah! Na-Yools desperate moan scattered against his lips. Chapter 57 Though her insides had greatly struggled to relax for his manhood after its tip had passed the front door, taking it in to its deepest part was done in an instant. Voraciously devouring the slick shaft without letting go, her passage was sucking it deep each time he shoved back. As Na-Yools round breasts swinging up and down at every thrust grazed against his firm chest, her perking nipples hardened even more. Si-Jin pinched and twisted it without mercy and suddenly smiled. You, even the color here is erotic. You know that? As if uuhk Even its perking shape, stiffening as soon as your clothes came off to make sucking it easier, its quite beautiful. Uuhk, uuuhng! Of course, that bastard too must have suck it until it wears out. The light sarcasm, uttered in a seemingly indifferent tone, somehow stung her skin like a burn. Si-Jins pursed lips were visible through her faint gaze. She could not tell if the remark was due to the itch to bully her, or a twisted fetish. Despite having already widely pulled Na-Yools legs apart and penetrated her, his expression was one of a man consumed by the ache to split her open. Driven by the mere sight of it, Na-Yool instantly climaxed with a face full of tears. Her convulsing insides frantically squeezed his penis, but Si-Jin endured the sweeping urge to ejaculate. Instead, he stared intently at the shameful pleasure that drenched the corners of her eyes. And, while the sexually satisfied Na-Yools guard was off, he turned her over with his penis still in. Uhk! Haaan! Na-Yool let out a shrieking lustful moan. Her body collapsed forwards and, her buttocks barely lift up, she took in the whole erected penis pounding at her. Aiming to the deepest spot of that passage still sensitive from climaxing, Si-Jin penetrated her as if piercing through her whole body. Na-Yool was frenziedly gasping for air. He thrusted his hips wildly while releasing a rough, hoarse groan over her soaked back. Both of his hands vigorously fondled the white bottom, quivering as it clenched on his penis. Simultaneously, Si-Jin gazed at her widely loosened, bright red genitals twitching while feasting on his shaft, greatly satisfied by the sight. As if she just noticed the explicit gaze, Na-Yools blushing body shuddered with excitement. Uhh, uuhn In response Si-Jin tightened his grip on her buttocks, spread her again and shoved once more. Even inserted to its deepest, she still could not take his manhood to the root. Parched with a burning thirst provoked by the remaining gap, Si-Jin rocked his hips in swift motion. From the wet noise of her intense squirting to the slapping of their colliding flesh, all that surrounded them now was the sound of lewdness. Na-Yool was now sobbing. Unlike usual, not even a scornful comment was made. Si-Jin smacked his lips along the back of her neck without saying a word, leaving reddish marks on its trail. Hu-uhk Na-Yool faintly struggled as she buried her damp face in the sheets. Her body quivered as she once again reached her peak while her slender fingers stretched out to clench the sheets. The squelching sounds grew louder in brief intervals. Ah, ha-uhn please To be so ravenous, there was no doubt he intended to kill her! She could not even tell if the whiteness in front of her was due to the bedsheets or her blurred vision. Please ah, uhn Na-Yool begged again without knowing what for. She felt like she was about to die, about to lose her mind at the heat that burned through her whole flushed body, so intense that even the slightest touch aroused her skin with a scorching sensation. She writhed, and just as she laid her head on the side, Si-Jins big hand came pressing down on it to keep it from moving. A rain of light kisses fell underneath her chin, her cheeks, and her lips, and at every pecking her lower passage contracted lustfully. Sobbing at every groan he exhaled, penetrating her ear, every crude swearing he could not suppress, Na-Yool jerked her body with the sensation of her stomach being filled with fire. Raising her hips, she accepted his manhood with seemingly great delight, and started to weep loudly as she rubbed her chest against the sheets. This is not me. That kind of thing Na-Yools teary eyes gave Si-Jin an accusative glare. It now felt like she had reached the limit of the limit, to the point she feared her brain might be damaged if things kept going like this. Si-Jin smiled cheekily and slowly lifted his waist. Relax your muscles. Ha-uuuh Dont worry, I wont eat you. he said, contradictorily smacking his lips contentedly while his eyes devoured her from head to toe. At this rate, my coke might break. Even this mocking insinuation was cheeky. Dont, say, such uuhnguhn, enough You, you have already come 3 times. Pl-please I havent come yet, dont you think its unfair? How could I stop? Si-Jin protested with an offended tone. Its not that you could not cum, but probably that you didnt on purpose. Na-Yool thought, then right away got startled by her own vulgar thoughts. Pressing against her body, Si-Jin entered her slowly. Its all your fault. You orgasmed 3 times by yourself like a pervert, blissfully squirting and spilling your pool of juice out without succeeding even once to swallow my boy to the root. How many times do I have to tell you, yours is, unconventionally, and disgustingly -uhk C huge, haang Mr. President! To call it disgusting, Im hurt. You can, finish ha-uhk, quickly! You should take it out for me. In all fairness. At each shallow penetration of her soaked insides, the overflowing love juice ran down her already damp thighs. The dripping sensation was so clear that her earlobes, which could not get any redder, burned hot. Im, really too, exhausted uhk, uuhn cant, anymore Cant anymore? Cant, d-do it, so, ah, aaahn! Quick! Every time you say you cant do it, you just keep moaning and happily take it in. Im, really, about to d die, ah-uhk please, I want to, end it, q-quickly uhaang! Her body twisted suddenly as a passionate sob simultaneously escaped from her lips. Still inside, Si-Jins rock-hard rod churned the twisted body with vigorous swings, and Na-Yool shook so hard that her trembling was visible. Just as her narrowed eyes were about to look at the sight newly unfolding due to her change of position, her legs got spread wide open. Then, before she understood what was happening, her body which had been heavily gasping was suddenly lifted in the air. Uhk! Si-Jin, who gently carried her up, stepped out of the bed in a very calm manner. Their bodies were still connected, so Na-Yool was utterly shocked. Before she could ask what he was doing, the question scattered away in a succession of moans. The penis that was into her naturally was swallowed in even deeper due to Na-Yools weight. With each step Si-Jin took, his penis was driven farther in and ripped its way towards her deepest depths. Afraid to fall backwards at any moment, Na-Yool desperately clung to Si-Jins shoulders, but she shuddered at the sensation of being pierced by his shaft up to her throat. He whispered as he bit her earlobe: I thought you were in a hurry to wash up. Uuhk, hnn! Uhnnn! Please, let, g- aaahn! Then you can wash up while doing it. Dont you think so? Uuuhk, told you to, end it, quick-ly! Alright, just you wait, I will wash you all clean. Again, as expected, all she got back was a tender but apathetic alright not bothering with what she said, like talking to a wall. Before she realized, they had entered the bathroom. Only when lukewarm water poured on her head did Na-Yool come back to her senses. The next moment, she was standing on the floor on her own. His penis had left her insides, leaving her lower mouth, still a bit loosely open, twitching for more at the sudden emptiness. Na-Yool tried to ignore the sensation with great effort. The anxiety of the moment was greater than that shame. Si-Jin was still awfully erect, and even if she had been penetrated many times by his manhood, she could still not believe its impressive size. Turning pale, Na-Yool looked as he took off the condom in which he had not even yet ejaculated in. Si-Jin grinned. If you look at me like this it makes me want to cum on your face. Na-Yool froze on the spot and slowly raised her head. She was determined not to look at him like he wanted her to. But just as she thought he was about to kiss her, his lips purposely slid towards her wet hair and he turned her around. Her back against Si-Jins chest, her body naturally got pushed onto the bathrooms wall. And through her legs, he came in between. Uhn Chapter 58 The monstrous penis was pushed to its root between the thighs that still dripped of her slick body fluid. Its glistening tip first stroked against her throbbing lower abdomen, slowly taunted her swollen clitoris, and was then shoved forwards even touching the wall. At the same time, Na-Yools body gave away and, losing her balance, she collapsed into the wall. A big hand groped her breasts crushed against the wall and rubbed her stiffened nipples on the cold tiles. At his cruel and relentless teasing, Na-Yool squirmed and sobbed. Hn, please, uhnnn No matter how much I tease you, you enjoy it. You really are making it hard for me. Haa, uhk Are you aware? That just a flick on your tits is enough to make you squirt buckets? Shut, that, mouthuhaaan Si-Jin laughed merrily at the most powerful insult she could use. Using her soft inner thighs as a substitute for her sweet hole, Si-Jin pounded his penis back and forth, repeatedly rubbing against her tender flesh. Aggressive, then shallow Na-Yools body heated up in shame. As he pulled her slender waist while his pounding intensified, she ended up lowering her body to the point only her buttocks stuck back. Despite witnessing the hideous sight of his manhoods sparkling head peek out below the curly hair that covered her privates, her body could not help but soar with feverish desire. The lukewarm water dripped down her wet shoulders. Rubbing her chest against the cold wall, she was now moaning loudly on her own as though even his touch was no longer needed to reach pleasure. Si-Jin made fun of it, but she could not even hear him. Her vision quickly went white. Na-Yool could not believe she had climaxed again. Shaking violently, she collapsed, but Si-Jin who was holding her by the waist lowered his hand to her abdomen and firmly supported her up. Apparently about to cum soon too, his hoarse panting wildly pricked into her ears. The penis that had ravaged the gap between her thighs like drilling its way through pulled out at once. Just as she took a deep breath, a white cloudy fluid splattered all over her buttocks. Its temperature was completely different from the lukewarm water that dripped from the showerhead. Even through her closed eyelids Na-Yool could clearly see the perverts shameless hand smearing his hot semen all over the colorful skin as he fondled the soft flesh of her bottom. She was torn apart between the urge to shake him off in disgust right away, and the hope that his dirty hand would play with her a bit longer. That such a contradiction existed truly was unusual. In any case, it was clear that at the moment she could not even lift a finger. Following his touch, Na-Yool lethargically turned her limp and exhausted body around. Much to her displeasure, an invigorated face was looking down at her. Suddenly feeling it was unfair, she muttered in resentment: How can you be fine after draining me half-dead Its not my fault if your body is so eager for sex that it orgasms right away. replied Si-Jin charmingly. Just then the water running from the showerhead ominously stopped, and soon a foaming sponge met her chest. Na-Yool raised her hand and grabbed it just in time. I will, wash up by, myself. Youre still so responsive, are you sure you can do it properly? Thats because you C uhhk C keep teasing me, like a pervert! As if the sponge was some kind of second-rate item, Si-Jins empty hands already clutched at her breasts, fervently tormenting her nipples, so much that she could not bear the ecstasy. All the while, the sponge was even still in her hand. In response to her provocation, Si-Jin straightened her shoulders and raised her arms. He steadily scrubbed their inner tenderness while he covered her elbows with bubbles. Just as Na-Yool suspected he would keep going farther up, he instead slid her fingers raised up in the air into his mouth with a natural demeanor. Na-Yools bright red face was tinged with even greater embarrassment. Uh, ahh He wrapped his tongue around her fingers and sucked them in tauntingly while his big hands stroked a handful of foam up to her wrists. It was clear the shower was pointless. No more. Na-Yool shook her tired head sideways. The wicked laugh Si-Jin let out as he pulled her waist towards him confirmed her doubts. Like a lie, his penis hardened up once again and poked against her stomach. No way. Get away. Were not even yet, are we? Yes we are. Get away! After abusing me so much! Only you got full satisfaction though. He frowned his eyebrows as if he really believed so. He was glaring at her with a look of reproach for being selfish and unwilling to give him more. It felt as if he was licking her face rather than her fingers. Then what about that thing only a few minutes ago about burying your dick between someones else buttocks? A mix of indignity and admonition was about to pass Na-Yools lips, but not a single word came out of her mouth as Si-Jin seized it into his. Her body, plunged in waves of heat by his hand rummaging down there, burned stronger without sign of cooling down. Her fluttering eyelids closed once again. Chapter 15 C Saturday afternoon 2:02 p.m. It was already the afternoon when Na-Yool woke up again. Unlike when she had first opened her eyes this morning, the drawn curtains plunged Si-Jins room into a darkness similar to an early evening. For a brief moment, unable to distinguish things, Na-Yool looked around in surprise. She hastily grabbed her phone, and saw it was 2:02 pm. It was already late anyway, thus she buried her head back under the sheets. The half part of her body that had moved around was very sore. Of course. It would be weird if I was fine To think she could not move an inch even hours after the deed! Contrary to how she hardly recollected her broken memories of last night, her head was full of new ones from this morning. Moreover, so embarrassing that she could not even dare to face it with open eyes. It is not like she would literally see the memories if she opened them, but she felt strange doing so either way. However, it seemed that such thought and the visceral uneasiness she felt before thinking so were separate issues. Was it a mistake to have come to this house last night, or a bigger one to not go home right away after waking up earlier? Right. All of these were mistakes. What else could it be? Na-Yool lazily opened her eyes, then covered her ears suddenly flushing as a scene came back to mind, and hid her face away under the sheets. Sure enough, she was overwhelmed by waves of blush-making memories. Actually, perhaps her greatest mistake had been to sleep so comfortably for so long only to wake up now as if it was her own house. She was used to the difficulty of dealing with Si-Jin at work, but in a different way, he was a tougher opponent when facing him in the comfort of his home. Although she was not as worried about what he might do to her as in their workplace, his overly laid-back attitude drove Na-Yool crazy. Because he had no wavering, no reasonable moral boundaries to respect as in the office. Even after she had passed out in the bathroom, scenes still had imprinted in her mind through her half-closed blurry eyes. Like how he sat her in the bathtub, how he held her again in his arms and came out of the bathroom, how his lips gently touched hers while he laid her on the bed, or the hands that spread her legs and teased her down there What a crazy mess. Even though she had barely pulled herself together, she jolted out of the sheets and got up. Disregarding with all her might the depraved memories as well as the soreness in her body, she probed one foot under the bed. Her eyes busily looked for the clothes and underwear he had taken off. Where are they, where Na-Yool anxiously looked around as she chanted. Although it must be said that, as the bedroom was bigger than her own studio, it took her a while to meticulously look around for it. Under the bed, on the table, on the recliner, in front of the dressing room, near the small bathroom Chapter 59 Every time she leaned down to inspect lower, she would halt, struck with growing doubt at how comical she might look. But she was far from being done, and what could she do about it anyway. Although she had no choice but to look for her belongings naked, she felt a clear sense of shame at her own predicament. And even more so as she did not find any of them. Out of options, Na-Yool opened the dressing room and picked out a T-shirt that did not look expensive. Wearing the T-shirt on, she examined the inside of the dressing room in awe. Everything was perfectly ordered to a tee as if arranged by a machine. Even if a housekeeper did the cleaning, there was no trace of a person handling it carelessly. Na-Yool clicked her tongue at the cold bloodedness of her boss. The sight was fitting of a merciless pervert. Or rather, the excessive neatness reinforced the pervy image she had of him To Na-Yool, who every single day had to come back to her messy studio way smaller than this room after working overtime, this lifestyle truly felt stern. Youre already up? I thought you would sleep until tomorrow. Somehow, the already in his question sounded like a finally. Na-Yool wondered if the reason she now heard Si-Jins words differently was because of her ears, or because they were twisted in the first place. Concluding it might be a bit of both, she was about to leave the bedroom when she stopped and turned around. Si-Jin, sitting at the table while looking at his tablet PC, was not even paying attention to her. What about my clothes? In the washing machine. It indeed seemed that a fairly loud noise of the machine in its drying stage could be heard in the distance. Stopped in her tracks just as she was ready to snap at him and ask where he had hidden them, Na-Yool replied awkwardly. There was no need to. Thank you. It reeked of cigarette smell. Ah, it must have. Na-Yool confirmed spiritless, as the smell probably had impregnated her clothes at the bar. Her gaze wandered for a moment, taken aback by this thoughtful yet unusual and unnecessary kindness, and finally settled down. Strangely, she could not even look at Si-Jins face. And that, despite the fact that he was not even looking her way either. So I reported it. What? At Na-Yools astonished interjection, the eyes scanning the tablet PC slowly shifted towards her. She flinched again, rooted on her spot. Ah, that perceptive monster. Her own gaze slid sideways. It was hard enough to look at him when he was not looking at her, let alone now that he was! But a report? Did he just say he reported it? It was such a big business, yet there was not a single no-smoking indoor sign in sight, assholes were smoking at every table like its normal while the employees just let it slide. They probably wanted to be reported, else why would they. So I did them the favor. His words carried a falsely considerate follow-up, something along the line of since they so desperately ask for it, or maybe they were in a pinch, so what else should I have done?. Together with a contemptuous smile. It was not a bad thing, he was not wrong either, and for that matter it could even be considered a good deed in the public interest. Nevertheless, Na-Yool could not help but picture words floating around his smug face and be conscious of how unsuitable they were. Kwon Si-Jin, civil complaint, report to local authorities She did not dare imagine that rascal filling a complaint with the Dasan Call Center (T/N: Seouls citizens helpline to file civil complaints) However the rascal himself did not seem to find it incongruous. Na-Yool replied awkwardly: That, it was a wise decision, Mr. President. But on which accusation? Even if these bastards want to die happily after smoking anywhere as they freaking please, is there any reason for me to let them reduce my lifespan? There is not. There isnt, but His damn vulgarity despite making the face of an extremely mature man resurfaced, not giving her a chance to forget about it. Na-Yool discarded it with a usual discomfort, and suddenly recalled an ironic fact. Did you not use to smoke as well before, Mr. President? Not recently, but in the past. She was convinced she had seen him several times standing in the smoking room of the building where Ethical Communications was located. Si-Jins expression was one of someone wondering how on earth did she know about it, so Na-Yool elaborated. I have seen you a few times in the buildings smoking room. You sure have a great memory. Did it instead sound like a you sure have a great interest in me because of her guilty conscience regarding her past unrequited love, or did it have no deeper meaning? Fearing that she might voice her thoughts out loud, she tried her best not to think about anything. Fortunately, Si-Jin did not pay any mind, as though he did not mean anything special. Its been quite a long time since I quit smoking. And even when I was, I did not smoke where it wasnt allowed. Still, since you were a smoker before, if it was not for me, you would not have felt so bothered by it, so why The following of her words was obviously why do you have to go to such lengths, or as an ex-smoker, do you really have any right to file a complaint, and Si-Jin was very well aware of it. He raised his eyebrows along with a sidelong look. Isnt it illegal? When will you realize these words do not suit you, Mr. President. And the ineluctable sense of incongruity felt by the one hearing them You have unexpectedly great concern in the public interest, dont y? And it pisses me off. The clear-cut additional argument briefly left Na-Yool at a loss for words. Seeing bastards smoking makes my stomach churn. But you were a smoker too bef? So my stomach fucking hurt. What? Therefore, I report it without fail. I cant smoke, so how dare you smoke in a public place? Ah, such selfishness of preventing other jerks from smoking since he could not do so himself, shining brightly under the pretense of public contribution! Si-Jin again beamed a smile, with the same expression of ones being satisfyingly done with getting rid of troublesome things. His usual naughty spirit and wickedness were sparkling through. From now on, be pickier about where you drink. Either go to a nice place that will not fill up your nose with such a filthy smell, or drink at home safely. Of all places, why do you have to be a regular customer of this kind of dump. Actually, just drink at home. Youre so helplessly stupid and defenseless when youre drunk, its too easy to eat you up. While saying so, Si-Jins sharp eyes simultaneously fell on her exposed legs. Strangely enough, standing in front of him made her feel like an herbivore in a documentary. Basically, a prey that was about to get devoured. Forgetting even about her previous bewilderment, Na-Yool once again swiftly avoided his eyes. I usually dont have time to go to places like that after work. Thanks to someone. Who was that busy person who actually made time to have a dinner party? That, it was not me who wanted to go Call it a team dinner party, but isnt it just you and that bastard? Is your subordinate the one taking decisions for you? There was a reason for it. But how do you know about it? Do you think thats all I know? Then what else? So you two are dating? Its quite the talk in the company. Excuse me, what? Si-Jin shrugged his shoulders and walked to the kitchen. Na-Yool strode behind him. Without looking back, he continued: Anyway, next time I wont go anywhere you say youre going. I would rather choose it myself. At least Ive got a better eye for things. Wherever that is, there will be no more reason to go to that kind of place together. Yesterday I really just lost my mind but thats not the problem. You sure jump ship easily. Si-Jin observed lightly with a faint but not quite sarcastic tone. Na-Yool paused in perplexity. Talking with him, the conversation always ended up jumping off topic. Chapter 60 Who the hell is dating who, exactly? You and Lee Seung-Jae. Whaaat? It was baseless tittle-tattle she had already refuted countless times to her coworkers, but to hear it from Si-Jins mouth came as a great shock. Especially at such an unexpected timing. Me and Seung-Jae? Yes. You know that does not make any sense, right? I have no idea. You suit each other, the both of you. Si-Jin opened the pot and answered insincerely. As though she could not even sense the foods smell, Na-Yool only looked at the back of Si-Jins head with a bitter and sullen expression and walked closer to him. If I was dating him, how crazy must I be to be here now? You have to be crazy to be here? So are you crazy right now? No, what I meant is, if I had a boyfriend, why would I even be here, with you, doing these things Who knows? Maybe thats just the kind of lowlife you are. replied Si-Jin indifferently as he stirred the content of the pot with long chopsticks. Na-Yool grabbed his arm to make him look her way. Instead, he glanced at the hand holding his arm. What? Its not. What is not? It is not like that. She didnt even know why she was grabbing him and making excuses in the first place. Was it because he is also a coworker? However, the way she felt wronged was slightly different. But Na-Yool somehow felt unwilling to know the status Si-Jin held in her heart. Because since she had done that with Si-Jin, if she maybe were to label him as boyfriend, she then really would be a scumbag Right, that is all it was. Proving she is a morally honorable human being. No matter how exhausted I am these days, even if I have a few loose screws, I will not pull that kind of crap. Hm-hm. Also, for real, ahh whats wrong with these people, assuming things as soon as they hear dinner party People at work really are weird. Which is why if you feel exhausted, just stay still and bear with it. Instead of exerting your energy going to some stupid dinner party. What kind of logic is that? Its ridiculous to even call it a dinner party. Then what should it be c With a total of 2 members, what dinner party? Na-Yool could even hear the faint dont take me for a fool mumbling following up. Although not even said facing her. As she felt Si-Jins arm slipping away from her grasp she hurriedly justified herself in a confused manner. First of all, I didnt even want to go there. Sure, if the subordinate pushes the issue, the senior cant do anything about it. Isnt it how our countrys working culture works? Just like the military culture. Military-style insubordination. Should a subordinate be mindful of their superior? No, if they order something, of course the superior should comply. Look, how I am mindful of you too. Na-Yool snorted with incredulity. Mr. President, you are not just my superior but my employer. When have you ever cared even the slightest about me? See? How you are paying more attention already since I mentioned it. What was the use of talking? The helpless sense of defeat she often felt when discussing with him surged inside her once again. She could not beat his weird deterrence with words anyway. Na-Yool swiftly withdrew from the nonsensical argument. It is true Seung-Jae invited me, but it was not an invitation to go have some fun. And we had a worthy enough circumstance to Which. Sorry? What is it? That worthy circumstance. Strangely, when he asked her to be specific, she had nothing to say right away. She wondered why, despite herself, she kept feeling reluctant about telling him things that actually were no big deal, and why she thought it was preferable to hide such a meaningless topic. As soon as she became self-conscious of it, Na-Yool also noticed her instinct to turn away immediately. Was it that she felt uncomfortable talking about men with him? In whatever way. It could not be compared to when she was desperately hiding from him the issue with Sang-Hoon, but the feeling was somewhat similar. And oddly enough, that momentary feeling which automatically made her unable to be honest too. Uncomfortable? Me? Why? It sounded just as if she minded about him. As if she meant to make clear to him that she had no relationship whatsoever with anyone. Firmly rejecting that thought, Na-Yool opened her mouth again half a beat late. Seung-Jae heard about it. That I broke up. He heard, and so? It was at work, so he did not hear it in detail which is why he proposed to discuss it over a team dinner I got it, so now tell me about that worthy circumstance. Si-Jin answered sourly as he closed the pot lid and looked back at Na-Yool. It takes just one look to see that Seung-Jae has a lot of friends and girls to hang out with, so why would someone who is the busiest on Friday nights propose so? Obviously, he took some time for my sake. And so, why? Despite her earnest explanation, Si-Jin sounded unconvinced. Na-Yool sighed and was about to go on when he cut her off, revealing his inner suspicion. He wanted to ask you about the issue, to know what kind of jerk youve been dating until now, and thanks to your crazy state, he did. While at it he wanted to make you drink, to see you loosen up, and with that, to secretly do other things just the two of you outside of the company. It all sounds like great fun, so didnt it pay off for Seung-Jae? It takes a second to turn a normal man into a cunning beast. Rather than for personal gain, it was consolation. As he thought I was having a hard time. This, consolation? If you think all men have the same standards as you Mr. President, we have a problem. Seems like you broke up with your girlfriends with only your own interest in mind in the past, but I never did. I am not interested. Na-Yool sharply retorted, but Si-Jin simply smiled back vaguely with an unfazed expression. Plus, if Lee Seung-Jae had the same standards as me, could you focus on work? Ahh what are you saying now. I bet you would not stop peeping at the face in front of you. Even while spurting nonsense his arrogant smug facing towards her was too handsome. Na-Yool was stunned, that selfish smug making her swallow back her In your dreams! rebuttal. Seung-Jae is already good-looking. She was about to add that he also currently was focused and doing his job diligently, if only Si-Jin had not made such an openly annoyed face. As Na-Yools words unconsciously got stuck in her throat, Si-Jin smirked. And yet, you two are not together, you say? Saying he is good-looking does not mean there is anything special between If you even drank together then you could just have dated. This time, there was no trace of sarcasm. It just casually fell out of Si-Jins lips. How can you force the narrative so naturally towards this direction? From what I saw, all you answer when youre drunk is ok. Ive never seen someone so easy and positive. Are you seriously saying that I was easy? You know, if I had done to you all the things that you mindlessly agreed to, you would not be able to get out of bed even until now. If that isnt being easy, then what is it? The shameless connotation did not need to be elaborated. What the hell happened between them for her to At this point No, no. Na-Yool internally shook her head as hard as she could to stop her own thoughts. No need to know. She had no use for memories which would better be left in the dark anyway Chapter 61 Such a thing never happened. First, Seung-Jae really is not that kind of kid and And? I would never do that either. To begin with, I dont even look at him that way. So that is it. And Im telling you youre easier than you think. Can you stop calling others easy already? Of course, as for me, with much difficulty, I resisted you till the end. Yeah, how not easy it must have been. Na-Yool dubiously narrowed her eyes. Are you really sure you did not do anything to me last night? A spark of suspicion lit up. Si-Jin shrugged his shoulders. You came at me, not the other way. It is not an answer. Right. Si-Jin immediately agreed, as he also did not think it was an appropriate answer. When his lips opened again to speak, Na-Yool frowned with apprehension. I fondled your breasts a few times and thats all. That is not doing nothing, is it? I didnt even suck them, no big deal. Si-Jin went on, displaying a glowing and self-satisfied expression. Although I might have stuck in between my dick that you made hard. If you did not do such a disgusting thing, then leave it out. No need to fill up your quota of sexual innuendos. Your drunk-self also said she liked it. So how easy were you, hm? Lies. It is all lies, isnt it? If Lee Seung-Jae was there, he would have thanked his luck for this good meal and eaten you up already. You must be lying. Her anxiety and disbelief seemed to delight him, and he grinned from ear to ear. His wicked nature permeating through his smile, his lips grazed her cheek. It doesnt matter, so lets eat. Its done. She really never could follow up with this guy. Na-Yool sat at the table, close to being swept along. Hardly wrapping her head around the situation, it took her some time to piece together the flow of events. Meal. Kwon Si-Jin. Cooking Come to think of it, although he had been standing all along in front of the pot, Na-Yool could not picture him as a man who cooks. Maybe because she had been completely distracted by his continuous revelations that stumped her one after another. She still could not believe he had been cooking. And that, despite the pot placed in the center of the table, the side dishes that were already neatly laid out in several blue ceramic bowls, and the bowl of white rice right in front of her eyes. It was then that the foods smell, which she was not aware of a second ago, came tickling her starving stomach. As soon as she inhaled it, Na-Yool turned terribly hungry. She unconsciously grabbed the spoon Si-Jin was extending towards her and, just as she was about to dig in the rice bowl with her chopsticks, she halted and probed into Si-Jins eyes. Whats up? All this what is it? Your breakfast. Well, most likely lunch. Timewise. Si-Jin casually replied and sat down across from her. In front of him there was no spoon nor rice bowl, but only a mug of coffee that had cooled down. With a frown, Na-Yool stared alternately at the mug he was holding and the food in front of her, perplexed by this improbable reality. She seemed even doubtful it was real. What is it, really? Your lunch-like breakfast, like I already said. No, what is this? What are you curious about exactly? Everything. You dont know what those are? Do I have to recite every side dish name for you? Na-Yool raised her suspicious eyes. Why are you cooking suddenly The side dishes were in the refrigerator, and the rice was in the rice cooker. Only the stew is new. Theres nothing to feel burdened with, so relax. Its sufficiently burdensome though Kwon Si-Jin and cooking! A breakfast made by him Such an ill-matched scene! Not only could she not picture him cooking to feed himself with all these delicacies, but unbelievably he had prepared that meal for someone elses sake! Presenting his guest with heated-up instant rice and side dishes would make the other party uncomfortable already, so even more with this skillfully handmade meal. Each side dish bowl stylishly set, the warm stews steam coming out of the pot Na-Yool seemed to realize how much she had been considering him as less than a human being all this time. From the incredible sight of Si-Jins ordinary table setting, to the surreal reality of him eating at home such a common meal, it was simply unbelievable. How ridiculous of her to now wonder Never would have thought he would eat like everyone else at home!. Not that Na-Yool imagined he lived on by feeding on dew, but she had been dead set on categorizing him as lacking human traits. Na-Yool raised her spoon again and asked: Did your mother send you all of this? My mother cant cook. She has no skill at all. Then, your housekeeper They only clean the house for me. Struck dumb by the discovery of the new sides of the person sitting across, Na-Yools astound eyes intensely stared at Si-Jin. I bought the side dishes so stop looking at me this way. I didnt make it. But you made the stew yourself. To help relieve your hangover. Who the hell are you? What? Si-Jin instantly laughed at the absurd question. Na-Yool scooped a spoon of rice and kept staring at Si-Jin in suspicion while eagerly chewing on it. You, did you think I never eat at home? Yes. She answered flatly. How come? How to say it It might sound offensive, but I thought you were running around without eating Since you are a workaholic. It might sound offensive, yet you always say what you want anyway. mumbled Si-Jin as he brought the coffee mug to his lips. Na-Yool looked at the food displayed, meticulously prepared and far from her image of living without eating, and her face suddenly turned happy. Thanks to a certain someone, she could barely remember when she last had a proper breakfast or dinner at home. And the fact that the culprit was living so well with a satisfied belly was annoying, but This one is so delicious! Which? This. The The young radish kimchi? Na-Yool nodded enthusiastically. The food was great, so she felt good. Even the ordinary side dishes were filled with the tasty flavor as can be found at a high-end Korean restaurant. She gulped down what she had been chewing on and continued. Yes, that one. Strangely, it even kind of tastes like soybean paste. Thats because it was cooked in some. Did you make this yourself? Just this one. Did you lose your appetite now that you found out? asked Si-Jin with a smirk, his chin propped on one hand. Na-Yool shook her head sideways. No, it is delicious. Really. As though she had nothing to hide, Na-Yools emotions showed through her face. Her spoon busily scooped in and out of the small pot. The freshly boiled stew was by far the best dish. You should have opened a restaurant instead, you know? Instead of bullying innocent people at work. Na-Yool swallowed back the words along with a spoon of stew and glanced at Si-Jin. Setting aside the noxious temper of the cook, this tasty food truly was a blessing. Si-Jin took a sip of his coffee and replied: Sometimes I get tired just from eating. I was thinking it is a waste of your talent. Im not that good. No, you really Of course, Im at least better than you. Gone was the unusually and briefly respectful Si-Jin, now back to his good old self! He put down his empty mug. Although said with a pout, Na-Yool confirmed. I indeed cannot cook at all. Yeah, you dont look like you can. What do you mean? Just as I said. Accept it. It sounded like he had no expectation towards her to begin with and he was right, but she felt offended either way. Although all she had confidence in was nothing else but her design skills However, when her mouth was filled once again with the savory food, her mood lifted up. Chapter 62 Anyway, its been a long time since I have eaten a meal like this. I have not gone to my parents home in a while. said Na-Yool with a relaxed expression and a faint smile. What do you eat at home then? The indifferent tone had a hint of interest. Na-Yool replied with a slight sting. I cannot eat breakfast because I do not have the time, as for dinner, I usually eat it in the office before going back home, thanks to someone Thats such a pity. An unconcerned reply as if it had nothing to do with him. Na-Yools eyes momentarily sulked, but soon relaxed. So I practically cant eat at home. More like dont than cant. All it takes is to give up the thought of wanting to sleep for another 10 minutes. What can I do? Because I leave work late at night, its hard to get up early. Even if its a pain, sleep later on. If you cant sleep for ten hours anyway, get up a little earlier, put something in your mouth and go to work. Dont starve. It was hard to tell if he was being harsh or kind. Na-Yool grumbled as she scooped more rice. Anyway, your words are extreme as always What about weekends? Even if I slept all weekend long, it would not be enough to catch up on sleep. So you dont eat? If I am meeting up with someone, I eat outside Thats why you look like this. What is wrong with my looks? You, you need to gain some weight. Did she not have a very average body? Not to mention this self-evaluation was reached with a bit of self-love. Her eyebrows furrowed with incomprehension. I am average, though? You werent like this before. Before? Two years ago. Indeed, compared to 2 years ago, it could be said she was thinner. Not because she was thin now, but because she was on the heavy side back then. While thinking so, Na-Yool felt strange that he would remember her body shape of that time, and she froze with her chopsticks in her mouth. It would not be hard for an ordinary person to remember such detail, but for someone like him, who did not give a damn about others, to nonchalantly mention it, she could only feel suspicious. Well, I had a bit of fat back then That is it, basically. Rather, back then, briefly It would have been since then. Since the moment she had been put in an awkward position in her previous company because of her 40-year-old manager who, simply because Na-Yool had sat a few times next to him at the excessively recurring office dinner parties, had hit on her arguing she had a crush on him, and even had one-sidedly brought up the topic of marriage in front of other people. She had then suffered every day from another kind of stress than the current one. If the oily food eaten at the dinner parties was the main culprit, the food she chewed every night thinking about the managers face became the second cause. Back then, no matter how tired she was after work and even if it was cumbersome, she would stuff her mouth with food over and over again. Living like this, she was doomed to gain weight. briefly, it was just how I was. Leaving the unpleasant memories behind her, Na-Yool resumed her spirited chewing. Si-Jin straightened up and said: It looked good. What did? Your fatter self. What kind of trap is this? There is no such thing as a trap. Im telling you to eat better and get fatter. You prepare me a full meal ? which does not suit you ? and verbally encourage me to gain weight, and no trap? I mean it though. You know, it is my first time eating a meal a man made for me. Na-Yool immediately got flustered by the cringy remark she had just let out despite herself and could not even take back. She sounded like a shy and helpless cornered little thing, as if telling him she was too ingenuous so if it was a prank he should drop it now, her own tone making her feel lame. You stupid, why would you say that, you are crazy While she was stuck tongue-tied with her mouth open, Si-Jin responded with a grin. Its my first time feeding a woman too. Na-Yools confession was met with an incredibly cheesy and childish comeback. Na-Yool stayed in a daze for a while. It belatedly occurred to her how stupid she must have looked. But that thought was not enough for her to retrieve her words and she barely managed to mumble an awkwardly timed reply. Youre lying. Si-Jin simply shrugged his shoulders without answering, not caring even a little whether she believed him or not. Even if I am, is that your sole reaction? It seemed he had no intention to bother convincing her of his honesty. He just kept looking at Na-Yools mouth puckering as she chewed on food, like a master feeding a snack to their pet. Na-Yool stared at him quite meaningfully and narrowed her eyes. What ulterior motive do you have to coax me like this? Coax? He answered as if he had no idea what she was talking about. Na-Yool snorted, not deceived by his tone. Unless you want to lure me into something, why would you make me lower my guard by feeding me delicious food So you mean, putting a nice meal in your mouth is all I got to do? It was not enough that he already took her for an easy woman, now she had even ended up confessing feeding her was all it takes to win her over Anyone is okay, as long as they feed you? No. Absolutely not. You cannot hear it that way. It is just the tip of the iceberg. Please interpret accurately the essence of the words. Thats how I hear it. Accurately. I asked you something first, Mr. President. That question was not meant to be used by you to attack me It was you who lured me. Whos the one sitting in front of me with no panties on? In a flash, a dangerous shadow dwelled within Si-Jins calm eyes. His gaze, sweeping over Na-Yools frozen face down underneath the table, was blunt and obvious. As though he could clearly see her bare legs through it. As soon as Si-Jin swiftly regained his sexual appetite, Na-Yool looked away nervously. She was about to change the subject, but he was faster. Isnt it funny? I cant see anything from here, but it feels like I can see it all. It excites me just thinking about it. He meant it, and Na-Yool could not laugh it off. His eyes were scanning her up and down with a burning heat, as if about to voraciously devour her from head to toe. Just as his gaze met Na-Yools, she avoided her eyes and spoke. Is it not because you are a pervert, Mr. President? If you want to argue who the pervert here is, then exposing your naked lower body to me is probably a little more depraved. Si-Jin shamelessly shifted the responsibility to her. Hearing him say so, Na-Yool truly felt like an exhibitionist, sitting like this in her makeshift half-outfit, and protested full of restrained anger. Whose fault is it! Yes, I, who kindly washed your clothes because they were dirty and thought I would give it back to you clean, deserve to die. Dont I? Truly, there was no fluctuation. Without the faintest fluctuation in his voice, the tone of his argument gliding under his silver tongue had drastically changed. Putting my clothes to wash, doing such things which do not suit you, it was not an act of goodwill but that you wanted to put me in this kind of trouble from the beginning, isnt it? replied Na-Yool, baffled. I dont understand what you mean. Im asking if you did not deliberately put everything in the washing machine to get rid of it! To make my clothes disappear, full of obscene thoughts, and then, to enjoy watching me naked, like a voyeur or something. So filthy To distort my innocent consideration in such a way, that very same suspicion makes you the pervert, Ms. Kim Na-Yool. If you were that embarrassed, shouldnt you have stayed in bed? Then who knows what you might have done to me! Chapter 63 Na-Yool burst into an empty laugh of bafflement. Si-Jin simply shrugged his shoulders C his characteristic gesture when declining responsibility. See? How youre already imagining that more will happen? A normal person like me cant even catch up to that level of shameful thinking. All normal people must be full of crap muttered Na-Yool with a half-pricked, half-agitated face. Now it even felt like Si-Jin was ogling her crotch area under the table, and the gap between her legs reflexively shrunk. Never once had Na-Yools legs been wide-open for him to see. But somehow, the shame that she might have inattentively granted him an eyeful of it all overwhelmed her, and she felt helpless. She lost her appetite and put down the chopsticks she was still holding. Si-Jin burst out laughing. You, you closed your legs just now. Would I spread them open for anyone to see? When Im sitting across from a pervert, who gets hard just imagining it? Her legs were anxiously twisted. It was the first time in her life she was anxious about not being able to quickly wear some panties. It even made her feel less human. Dont get it wrong, it doesnt really change anything whether your legs are wide open or tightly closed. Na-Yool had thought nothing was as unpleasant as him taking notice of her action, but being told it was pointless was quite irritating too. She frowned, and the sight of her wrinkled eyebrows drew out another smile from Si-Jins lips. Of course, the fact that you were sitting in front of me with your legs spread out was quite Well, I cant deny it was freaking stimulating. He slid a foot between the legs she had desperately clapped together without a gap from thighs to knees and from knees to ankles, and slightly parted them open. Even if they are closed, I want to open them anyway. Even if you open them widely, I want to spread them even wider. I want to spread them all the way and ram in deep. The message was clear. In the end, what he wanted to do, he would do it, and whatever angle were her legs in did not matter at all. The straightforward expression of his unabashed and crude desire stunned Na-Yool, to the point she forgot she was in the middle of eating. His foot soon left her legs, but his words had reached deep inside her. Heat rushed down to her sensitive spot. Astonished and confused by the change in her body, Na-Yool immediately turned her head away. Si-Jin was still staring at her with an entirely serene composure. Their eyes inadvertently met, and as if he had seen through them the predicament Na-Yool was in, Si-Jins meaningful gaze focused towards under the table, but she pretended nothing was wrong. He laughed again. What happened, happened. It cant be changed. Me having thoughts about your crotch, and the boner it gave me, you cant stop it. All of these are done on your own, so please do not drag me into this as a fellow pervert. Are you going to pretend that you, the fearless Kim Na-Yool who from the start thought of threatening me, were miserably dragged into this relationship? Na-Yool repeatedly moistened her dry lips with her tongue, pondering what word to say next. But as she could not come up with any, Si-Jin took once again the lead of the conversation. What are you suspicious of? He abruptly changed composure, a face full of seriousness, and it burdened Na-Yool even more than his sudden horniness. She slowly shook her head sideways. Suspicion towards his intentions only came over her occasionally like a habit, but it certainly weighed differently than that insinuation he had suddenly spurted out. At least, she believed so. Because that kind of suspicion would, as a matter of course, appear when you want to believe someone, a man, had feelings for you. When you want to believe but cannot bring yourself to. And ultimately, was not believing it the same as expecting it? Suspicion is the manifestation of expectation. Was she expecting something from him? No. Did she believe in him? As if. Then, there was no way she had any suspicion. At least, not in that way. [T/N: Yes reader, our FL is once again lying to herself shes got no feelings for Si-Jin and doesnt want him to reciprocate =_=;;] She would not fall into the trap laid by his leading question and made a miserable fool of herself just for the sake of his entertainment. She would not make it easier for him to toy with her either. Na-Yool strengthened her will ? tainted by a bit of paranoia ? for it to not be turned into a joke, and with a greatly bolstered determination she answered while she deliberately evaded the point. Its just, it is strange for you to act like you are doing now. Which part? Making food for me, and then even lying that it is your first time cooking for a woman Si-Jins gaze subtly sunk, like objecting that this was not really what she wanted to ask about. But he answered back neatly, seemingly fine with it. Unlike you, Im a person who knows that Im totally useless if I skip breakfast once. As he spoke, his eyes in which a faint tenderness had been glinting all along grew a little cold. His perfunctory tone carried on. This meal would have happened even if you werent there, and those dishes would have been there too. Youre here, so I prepared more since I obviously couldnt only cook just for myself. Thats all. Although his reply sounded extremely indifferent, his sincerity from earlier still lingered. Na-Yool ignored its inconsistency. It was as if she was the only one who knew a sense of disparity creeping in each abrupt change in their relationship and how unnatural it felt. Perhaps, to him, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Because he was a man who thought of this feeling of inconsistency as a product of ignorance. Only, Na-Yool was not thick-skinned enough to just brush it aside. The gaps between them all came from that. Without imagining that he could feel a similar sense of gap and distance towards her. And that he, too, could not have guessed that she would be the same as him. People are easily mistaken, but such gaps have always been the result of ignorance. Even so, our relationship is not one where we can casually meet in such a private space and have a meal together, is it? Then what are we? Fucking buddies? The crude words blankly came out of Si-Jins mouth, and with them all the air froze in an instant. Na-Yool did not have a clue whether Si-Jin was hoping for a refute from her, or a clear confirmation. His tone had no hint of expectation or hidden intention, as though his sole aim was to assess exactly what her stand on the question was. The ball unexpectedly tossed back to her surprised Na-Yool, and an awkward moment passed. She put down the spoon she held gawky, and carefully asked: Are we not? No matter how you look at it, that was all their relationship was. More precisely, she might have also brainwashed herself to think that way, but even if she looked at the facts calmly, was it not so? So to say, objectively speaking. Ah, so its true that we are only fucking together? To think Si-Jin was implying there was something more here would be nothing more than a willful expectation. Such as her impression that a faint sarcasm seemed to inadvertently leak out of his perfectly collected tone. Even so, how can you use such words to Right, sex. Si-Jin corrected, and the word rudely fell out like throwing at her a useless piece of junk. Na-Yool pressed her temples rigidly and continued. I feel like this conversation is suddenly treading too close to my discomfort zone, but I You have no trouble having sex, but it is uncomfortable to talk about sex? Most people who are not you, Mr. President, do. Like your high-minded ex-boyfriends. There it was, his sarcasm. Si-Jin sometimes tended to callously lump her exes together and treat them like nothing more than dirt. Although he probably had no personal grudge against them, considering his conceited demeanor was usual. Chapter 64 Na-Yool sighed. It has nothing to do with those people. I just mean, it seems like you are familiar with this kind of thing, but I The nuance feels quite crappy What kind of thing, exactly? When having s- sex is the goal Shocked that such a word came out of her own mouth, she stuttered. She caught her breath and exhaled deeply. I mean, a shallow relationship, based on sex only. Casual sex. Yes, this kind of thing. So basically, you see me as a rag which has been swept around who knows who and who knows where. [T/N: a rag = a male slag in Korean ><;;; Keep it in mind!] Why do you always pick such words I do not mean that. Thats exactly how it sounded to me. Then what would that make me, who sleeps around with such a filthy thing? No, it is not. Although she meant to deny it, she accidently ended up calling Si-Jin filthy, therefore hastily adding It definitely is not like that. She understood that such a relationship was nothing to be ashamed of, that as a busy person he might prefer a freer casual relation rather than dating formally, and that it was fine as long as it was not an affair Na-Yool was muttering with a confused heart and speech one justification after another, when Si-Jin cut her off as if he did not need to hear any further. Youre the first. Doing this kind of thing with. At this moment, she could clearly hear the scoffing tone despite his seriousness. To be precise, behind the words this kind of thing. Na-Yools face darkened with complexity. Even more so because he sounded similar to when men chat up their girlfriend with a I met other women before you, but you are the first woman I really like while pretending to be genuine. Even if you know it is not true, and even if you know it is just sweet-talk, what makes you fall for these words is probably that this brief romantic scheme, even for a moment, leaves a sincere and pleasing impression which touches your heart. The only difference here is that Si-Jin meant You are the first woman with whom Ive simply slept around. That this was her status Of course, since it was this way, the words were far from romantic or pleasing. Literally, Si-Jin was purely appealing to his sexual cleanliness. [T/N: Note that this is Na-Yools own interpretation. She is twisting his intention because she is absolutely convinced that he has no feelings for her to begin with.] Yet, why was she still getting flustered by the ambiguous atmosphere he had induced Na-Yool rubbed her temples with her fingertips and replied: How can you come up with such a lie? You think I would lie just to please you? No. I do not. People say it is impossible to know the depth of a mans nasty mind as well as a womans complicated inner thoughts but, thanks to having to put up with him all this time, Na-Yool trusted Si-Jin had a bottom-line. He was not the kind to use such underhanded methods to get on anyones good side, be it Na-Yool or someone else. And even more so if it was Na-Yool. I do not, but still You have a knack for saying things ambiguously. Even if I pretend it is not a lie, I cannot believe it, so what should I do? If youre going to pretend its not a lie, then cant you pretend it is the truth? But you are used to it. All of this. Of course, it may not be a lie. Its just that our respective standpoint might be different. It may be that to me it is a big deal, while it is not for you, Mr. President. So it might not count for you but It happens that things said genuinely sound like a lie to others As you can see, Im a very ordinary person, so I can only think from a normal standpoint. It is a universal rule that you can tell a crazy person is one precisely because they think they are not. Inversely, someone cannot be a 4D character, even if they claim to be one. Na-Yools eyes darted to him with a Sure you are! look. Its not my fault if Im good at everything right from the first try. Oh yeah, youre so great. As soon as she sarcastically agreed, a dashing smile curved up on Si-Jins stoical face. Its the truth. Yeah, you are amazing, really. Yet, I still feel like I know shit. Which makes me feel like a real moron. Triggered by the clear lack of shame in his tone, Na-Yool wanted to rebuke him with a that should be my line. But she held it tight so as to not let it show. Even if youre stupid, its not my fault that you know even less to tell apart lie and truth like this, right? The implication could not be clearer ? he was asking if being smarter than her was a guilt. And in addition, providing the extra info that this time she was being stupid. I never ever locked you up to be quiet like a virtuous nun. Yeah, sure Having said so, thats not a reason to treat me like a rag. Again, I have never treated you as such! This poor wretch who suddenly became a rag will get hurt. Such words coming out of someone so thick-skinned that he could not seem to get a single scratch was unexpected. Na-Yool replied with a sigh. I get it. You are not a rag, Mr. President. You have a very clean body. Do you know your flattering mouth has not one bit of conviction? You are not a rag, but a person. I believe it. If you keep on not believing it like that, I might think youre jealous. Na-Yool immediately changed her half-hearted expression to a face brimming with trust. We are not together, why would I be jealous? Right. I am not the kind of woman to cling to men. Sure. Not even once, with any of the men I have dated until now. In the first place, it was ironic to use plural men considering how short her dating history was, but she thought there was nothing wrong with Si-Jin misunderstanding she had many exes, like last time. Of course, the list did not contain any promiscuous relationships, and was limited to men she had dated with a standard moral view of a love relationship. I guess so. Of course, Si-Jin disinterestedly answered. How clean your body might be! With no history of clinging to men. You do not seem convinced at all. Lets say you never clung to anyone. It is really true though Then lets say you were not even jealous of my non-existent past history of sleeping around. It briefly crossed her mind that his cunning words actually hit the mark. The way he cared for her after the sex, his dexterity at fixing her clothes like it was nothing, was like a snippet of his past. She had felt a moment of emptiness as she had wondered if he might have someday treated another woman the same way. Feeling like he totally had seen through her, Na-Yool pulled herself out of her thoughts. If you keep saying this, you are the one who will look jealous. Sounds like you do not like my previous relationships I dont like it. Si-Jin answered her unequivocally. I do not like it. What is more, with an imposing confidence. With what qualification? Im already feeling offended, and I need qualification? This offended mes filthy temper should be enough. Such a bold and nonsensical stand, as if he believed that the simple act of acknowledging his narrow-mindedness would turn him into a broad-minded person. Mr. President, why do you keep doing this? And you, what are you suspicious of? [T/N: Si-Jin can tell that Kim Na-Yool seems to have a reason for always adamantly treating him like nothing but a thirsty perv, and he is trying to force it out of her.] Like an old tune, the conversation was back to its starting point which Na-Yool had wished to avoid. She changed the subject without any longer avoiding his eyes. Whether it is your first time or not to meet with someone in such a way, Mr. President, it is a first for me, and also my first time to casually visit their home and sleep there defenselessly That much, I can tell. That you are more old-fashioned than you look. Was he not a good old pervert himself Chapter 65 I am not being conservative; I am talking about my limits. I have not even slept at any of my boyfriends houses So your first time sleeping over was at my humble house. Im honored. To me it is a big deal. Na-Yool burst out, furious at his mocking tone. Its really not. Its the first time a man made me a meal himself, and to have such a such an odd relationship with this man, and also the first time to not be formally dating this man although we slept and had homemade breakfast together the next morning. So? Thats why, that thing that you keep mentioning, even the embarrassing details Sex? Im asking you to stop toying with people with it like this. Na-Yool clenched her chin and turned her head to the side. She could feel his gaze on the side of her face. Me? Toying with you? His questioning voice had a somewhat hint of ridicule. Na-Yool answered bluntly without looking back at him. Yes. A rag was not enough, now youre treating me like trash. Does it matter? All people can be trashy in some ways. Thats true. But I dont remember toying with you, you see. Think again. There are so many memories of it, you may have forgotten. Impossible. My brain is perfect. Such a snob I know. With such a boastful personality, Na-Yool wondered how there could be anything Si-Jin knows shit about. She let out a short sigh and continued. It does not take much to toy with people. It is not just about messing with them, hurting them, mocking them, and blatantly acting like human trash For example, that is, something like mentioning sex too, Mr. President, you always She gave a quick glance towards Si-Jin, only to see him arms-crossed, like waiting for her to go on. Her mouth went dry. you always act like there is a little something more. His gaze seemed to ask, A little something more where, to what?. Na-Yool carefully turned her face to face him. He had a very indifferent expression. What are you criticizing about my attitude? We already drew a line between us. You keep crossing that line little by little, but to me, it seems to be intentional. To make me misunderstand things, to throw me off guard. I am not saying that you have special feelings for me. It cannot be such a thing. But unless you are deliberately trying to make fun of me When did we draw it? What? That line. He asked in a stern tone, ignoring all other words. From the beginning, since I said I would hate dating you. Na-Yool answered as she felt wronged. Had he not agreed so himself? (T/N: cf. chapter 30, if you dont remember that dialogue) So you cant even have a meal with me? This might be common for you Mr. President, and you might not attach much importance to it but? Youre jealous again. . . . In any case, you dont seem to think much of it anyway, but I have no tolerance at all for such things. You might be fine with crossing over the line and going back and forth of its sides as you please, but in my case, once I cross it, I cannot come back the other way as if nothing happened. Youre talking like our line is well-established, but isnt it just having sex? That alone is my bottom line. Even now, all my lifelong-accumulated common sense is shattered, and I am barely holding on. I cant cope with any more than that. She cannot let him toy even with her emotions. In Na-Yools opinion, that was several times a greater deal than sleeping with him. But was this carnal relationship easy? The more she pondered it, the more she was at loss. But more than that burden, she feared worse suffering. Anyway, you cant erase what happened. Si-Jins answer was immediate. At first glance, his face seemed grim, but as if it had been a fleeting illusion, his eyes were staring at Na-Yool without agitation. Whether I get brattier from this point or not, .. Whether I do more to you or not, If youre thinking of going back to before where nothing had happened, its too late. His words were troublesome. This facial expression of his was troublesome. How could he not know? He, who could attract people just by staying still, why was he confusing her that way? Na-Yool bit the inside of her lip. Right now, I can at least pretend I know nothing. Pretend I am feeling comfortable even though I am not, and pretend that nothing happened. Once this brief relationship was over, Na-Yool was confident she could do so. Because he would too, even better than her. So she would catch up with him, even if out of stubbornness. If all of what was left between them now was just this, she would. That much I can do. And cant accept no more than just having sex? Yes. You might be okay with more than that, but I am not. Did I scare you? Si-Jin suddenly asked. For a moment Na-Yool did not know how to answer and kept looking at Si-Jin with slightly anxious eyes. He asked again. Im asking you what youre so afraid of. What could she possibly answer? That he was scary? That she was scared to really fall for him? That she feared that even after this relationship ends, she would come back to that time 2 years ago when just a word from him was enough to shake her naive heart? And that even though she knew it would end someday, she was still looking forward to each of his expressions, to every single glance from him Would he understand even a slightest bit the fear that she might get stuck in a perpetual remembrance of these moments? Sleeping around with Si-Jin like this was already too big of a gamble. If she compared her feelings to a pit, she would always want to retract her feet before she would even dip them into the depths. All she had learned as she grew older was to play it safe earlier on before she suffered. A moderate dating relationship carried with moderate loving feelings towards her partner. A relationship without fluttering nor crazy love. As she matured, Na-Yool had always had such relationships. Because she knew that, in her childhood, even a sprouting unrequited love had made her every day suffocatingly painful. She hated that moment which made her act different. Those days when that kid would appear in every thought all day long. It felt like her head was controlled by someone other than herself. Like a one-sided control, since her love interest did not love her back, and she just felt powerless. It might have been that helplessness that she hated. As she had not felt this way again since then, Na-Yool ironically considered such genuine longing for someone as the emblem of her immature youth. Just thinking about it made her feel like she was caught up in a childish and inexperienced period. She shook her head. I am not afraid. And you did not scare me either. But it looks like that. Not at all. For real. I just want to be careful. Of anything more. He did not need to know. Never. Si-Jin stared into Na-Yools eyes with a strange gaze, and abruptly got up. The nerve-wracking lingering atmosphere disappeared in an instant. Will you have coffee? Sorry? Latte? Ah, yes. Na-Yool was a bit perplexed at Si-Jins natural demeanor. To wonder how and why he would remember her personal tastes was precisely a repetition of her pathetic youth ? in how she did not naturally conclude he probably accidently remembered hearing it somewhere, but instead expected that it held a very special meaning. Such thoughts would soon nurture her imagination towards making her feel special in his eyes. And if she crossed the line, she would irreversibly end up thinking about it all day long. Chapter 66 Na-Yool absentmindedly stared at Si-Jins wide back, herself unaware of it, then lowered her gaze feigning indifference. His food, his dining table Indeed, this place was full of danger. She focused on listening to the washing machine running from afar and decided it would be better to get out of this place as soon as the sound stopped. Her spoon resumed rattling. She was slowly chewing on the remaining rice when, shortly after, Si-Jin came back with 2 white mugs. A ceramic mug without a single pattern, spotless and neat like his personality, was placed in front of Na-Yool. The scent of coffee filled the tip of her nose. Are you dating Lee Seung-Jae? What? You said that you can only eat when youre dating. Since youre a pure and innocent maiden. Si-Jin smirked and pointed out with an ambiguously cynical tone. What does it have to do with anything? You didnt sleep with Lee Seung-Jae, you didnt sleep at his house either, and you did not wake up and have a meal together, so its okay. Seung-Jae is my coworker. So am I, no? Could he get more shameless than trying to put himself on equal footing with Seung-Jae while putting on his unique boss-worthy egomaniac smugness? If youre fine with Lee Seung-Jae, then youre fine with me too. Unless youre particularly interested in toying with your subordinate. Who is toying with who You said confusing people was the same as toying with them. Look at Lee Seung-Jaes face. I see it every day, even if I do not want to. Not only are our desks facing each other, but it also is just the two of us since staff is lacking, thanks to you. But thanks to me you make a lot of money, dont you? Si-Jin shrugged. So next time you go to work, take a good look. Look at that bastard losing his head in confusion every day. Thats why you have no right to say that to me. Who prettily laid beneath me from morning until now? How scandalous. Arent you the one playing with me? Who do you think laid me there to begin with! Na-Yool cried out in shock. You drove me crazy with desire, acted cute, then spoiled my mood with a few words Im confused too. Isnt it your fault? Forget about that and think about who caused such confusion in the first place. Anyway, weve slept around a few times already. That alone seems to have broken half of your principles. So stop being so fixed on it. Nothing big is going to happen just because we ate a meal face to face. Sure, nothing big would happen. There was no way he did not know the problem was not the meal itself. Nor that he did not know how different the situation now was compared to when he said he only wanted her body. She had no idea what he was thinking. Nothing had been explicitly confirmed, yet if she were to entertain the crazy idea on her own that there was something more between them, how would he see her? What would happen if she troubled him, who hated troublesome things? Its not like you would fall for me because I made food for you either. Si-Jin said conclusively. The words gave Na-Yool a strange relief, and she subconsciously nodded. Indeed. I would not fall for you. Right. Yes. At least, nothing such as that. Na-Yool did not realize at all how her words caused Si-Jins face to twist into an annoyed expression. She was diligently scooping more when he suddenly said: Now that youve been well fed, Im sure you will survive two more rounds? ? Sex. You can bear it a few more times, right? Hm? Huh? Her bewildered gaze and his extremely calculative one collided in the air. Im asking if eating helps with your stamina. In general. We are eating, yet why se- How can you keep mentioning sex, making me lose my appetite! Na-Yool silently muttered, unable to let the words out. A rotten expression crossed her face. Now that you have eaten enough, its fine if youre lacking some. I will be the judge of that. Because I will feed your lower mouth its fill too anyway. So dirty, really! Right when Si-Jin stood up, Na-Yool brutally put her spoon down and bolted towards the sound of the washing machine.. But her breakout attempt was over after only a few steps. Just as she reached the living room, Si-Jin was already lightly holding her close by the waist with one hand. I will find my clothes and go home! If you cant find it, you cant go. You washed them on purpose! Didnt you! Think as you want. he replied aloofly. Na-Yool thought he would inevitably head for the sofa, but instead, he laid her back against the cold low table. He grinned and whispered in a low voice. I dont think you can get out of here until your clothes are dry. Na-Yools legs got spread apart. Just as she mentally cursed his craziness, Si-Jins lips came in contact. The strength in her fingertips employed to push him away wore out. Chapter 16 C Sunday morning 5:20 a.m. It was a time when even the daytime tasks seemed daunting. Na-Yool glanced at the screen of her cellphone on which the date had already changed to Sunday before she knew it, then stared for a moment at the ceiling in a dreary mood. Her clothes must have been left aside for more than a half-day after they finished drying in the washing machine, but she could not put a single one on again. I completely lost it Even if she got caught up in Si-Jins pace, how could she to that extent! She could not bear to watch him confidently return to bed, only wearing his training pants to cover his lower half. Laying on the bed, his muscular upper body was exquisitely exposed naked, but Na-Yool looked away without regret. She had seen his body enough to get sick of it, so there was nothing to regret. They had just done it once more, and all she had was a blanket to cover her stark-naked body. She could not count how many times they did it. After she got savagely pinned once on the table, Na-Yool had then fallen asleep the whole time and, when she had opened her eyes, her gaze had crossed with Si-Jins expecting one. Like a signal, another round had started. And Na-Yool, moaning sweetly as she laid beneath him half-conscious, had dozed off before even the deed was done for good. These events had then repeated themselves, even so easily. Through her fuzzy memory, she seemed to remember Si-Jin had washed her once again in the bathroom, but she was not sure. Sleep more. I will wake you up in the morning. said Si-Jin sternly without looking back at her. Na-Yool answered with a frown. I had way too much sleep. You mean you want to go for another round, then? I had even more than enough of that. Then sleep more. Was there a need to, though? The first bus would soon start running anyway Anxious Si-Jin might soon switch to his lewd self, she decided it was for the best to quickly find dry clothes to wear and leave this place. But as if he had read her mind, Si-Jin added: Once youre up, I wont lay a finger on you and obediently take you home, so stop nervously twitching your eyes like this. Na-Yool stayed silent as she licked her lips without a sound. All this time, Si-Jin had yet not looked her way. Still in a sluggish mood, Na-Yool set aside her phone that she was holding. While lying back down on the bed, her gaze remained fixed on Si-Jins own phone held in his hand, glancing at the screen. It made no doubt that it was work-related. She could tell because all the screen displayed each time it came into her view were mails about draft proposals and the likes. Chapter 67 A confusing memory from not so long ago unexpectedly came to mind. You know, about being focused Just recalling their dialogue made her stuck for words. In the midst of her confusion, Si-Jin had finished his work after busily moving his fingers over the screen with a concentrated look and shifted his gaze towards Na-Yool. What is it? You know, that focusing of yours. Say things that make sense, would you? Mind you, you were the first to say something that did not make sense, Mr. President. rebuked Na-Yool angrily. She remembered how a few days back his words had confused her for half a day. She had asked him why he would bother sleeping with her despite his busy schedule and, to her great astonishment, he had answered that it helped him focus [T/N: cf. dialogue in chapter 35] His face was tilted to the side with a still completely oblivious look. And his eyes, which had been tainted in all shades of desire over the weekend, were as blank as it could be. As though plenty satiated. It was expected. After tiring her down like a beast like he did, if his eyes were still filled with hunger, it would be when his lack of humanity hit a no-return point! I still dont understand what youre talking about. Because it helps me focus. The bizarre statement he had previously made grazed Na-Yools ears like an auditory hallucination. She gave Si-Jin a suspicious look. What I mean is, that thing, se- Although her boss was perfectly fine with using that word all the time, she still had a hard time doing the same, as she hated how bland and casual it sounded. Sex. Even when Si-jin filled in the word on her behalf like that, it made her shudder. Yes, that. What about sex? You know, when you said having sex helps you focus. Ah. A wry little smile drew on Si-Jins face tilted towards Na-Yool. Its exactly as I said. How can you smile so brightly and speak of it like it is nothing? Because its nothing. It is something. By how weird it is, to say the least. Like I said, it literally helps. Si-Jin was still so composed that the pervert within was nowhere to be found. It suddenly brought back an earlier memory to Na-Yools mind. That day, when you were mas-, masturbating on your own, could it be? Could it be because it helps me focus? It was the same plain tone as when he had previously said those astonishing words to her. A tone which seemed to say that this explanation truly was the sole reason for his actions and nothing more. So, Mr. President, you are saying that, in your office, in the middle of the night, that kind of filthy thing you did it in order to focus? Feeling strangely insane enough as to do that thing? She was basically asking if he was crazy to that extent. Si-Jin replied indifferently. No need for feelings. I just mechanically get down with it. So now he was proud of being a machine-like sicko! Na-Yools sharp eyes looked up at him as she cautiously picked her words. So every day at night, at work, in that place where clueless people come and go all day long, you I did not do it that often. Each person has their own standards of often. If a man can jerk off 5 times a day but only do it 3 times, without knowing that fact, who knows if you might look down on him as a dull man who does not jerk off that much? Even though her visible irritation made it look like she was on the verge of reporting Si-Jins hobby, Na-Yool spoke in a relaxed tone, as if she understood this perverts circumstances. He answered with a shrug. My focusing is usually too great for that. Because you really need it, each time you really need it, to choose to? To begin with, I have no interest in shaking my dick. And I am not a fucking pervert either, he insinuated. Him, who anyone would now indisputably recognize as an outstanding sicko if they knew about his circumstances! Whether out of interest or accidently, who on earth could be called a pervert if not the guy masturbating in his office? Once Im done releasing, my mind gets light and clear, thats all. And because it falls in the same category Na-Yool wanted to ask if sleeping with her was a substitute for jerking off, but the idea felt so miserable that she refused to let the question pass her lips. Si-Jin faintly shrugged his shoulders. You are not as helpful as you think. He denied the question Na-Yool had not yet asked as if he already knew about it. She had felt weird the first time hearing she was being of help, but, for some reasons, why did it hurt her self-esteem now that he was saying otherwise? Si-Jin carried on with his usual nonchalance. Its not that youre a substitute but So you are still doing that thing every day? I did not, ever since sleeping with you. What are you saying Because it doesnt stand. Just as she was stunned speechless by the audacious declaration, Si-Jin pulled out his erect penis. You mean you cannot because it simply would not stand? Wait, but Discovering the penis one beat late, Na-Yools face froze in confusion. Why are you suddenly taking that shameless thing out? Just a few words from you make it hard like this. Especially when that little mouth of yours fearlessly debates such dirty topics, my dick just wants to open it wilder and shove itself in His words didnt stop at all after that, but Na-Yool blocked her ears before hearing more of his horrendous crave, and she maniacally muttered that she could not hear anything. Unable to make sense of the situation, she shouted I dont know what you mean but I got it already so tuck that thing back in! out of desperation. As he silently berated her for overreacting about something she was already familiar with, Si-Jin slipped the erect monster back into his sweatpants. The shape of his erection was clearly visible but, finally relieved to not see it anymore, Na-Yool dropped her hands and released her ears. Right then, distinctive words entered them. Thanks to you, I dont have to bother getting it up with my own hands. Oh god, for real youre so nasty Si-Jin smirked above Na-Yools sullen face. As she pushed him away with disgust, his smile grew wider. I know youre pretending. What do you know!! I know that deep inside you like this kind of thing. It did not come from the baseless confidence typical of men, but from the certainty of having read her mind correctly. She had secretly wavered because of him a few times, therefore she felt troubled to say it was not true. Since she could not deny it, she simply put up an aggrieved front. Not aggrieved because it was not the truth, but instead because of that odd and self-deceptive feeling that it partially was true As I said from the beginning, I have no intention of dating. Si-Jin said it casually like a fact of no importance, but Na-Yools heart sank with a thud without a chance to fool itself. That one statement, that she had kind of expected. Or rather, that she was confident to be well aware of. That firm line drawn between the both of them. Just the fact that she had heard it directly from Si-Jin it was brutal. Chapter 68 Ive got no reason nor time to spare to burden you, and Im too lazy anyway. Its tiresome to act like trash, and even more to toy with you. Even to make fun of you is a bother. [T/N: It is not obvious (especially to Na-Yool!), but Si-Jin is actually still saying these things on purpose to reassure her that he will neither play with her nor fall for her, because he thinks that is what she is scared of. Too bad he is only half-right! > Chapter 69 Hee-Jung squinted her eyes and carefully probed Na-Yools face. Na-Yool feigned indifference while handing her the americano and placed her own cup under the coffee machine. Suspicious of Na-Yools excessive concentration at carrying a task which should be done by simply pressing two buttons, Hee-Jung remained seated, her coffee in one hand, and stared at her. Its about your ex, am I right? What? No? But from the dejected look you have The shadow casted on Na-Yools face, who had not even spared a thought for Sang-Hoon, darkened. Well Im right, arent I? Roughly, yes. I never thought he would, but suddenly Of course, his existence was nothing to her. Dont tell me he came to meet you? To the office? No, its not that You shouldnt have broken off your promise with Seung-Jae but bring him with you instead! You should have shown him that youre already dating a greater guy than him! That kind of jerk, thats how you stop them from being deluded. Is there any chance? She was the one who dated me, so if I push harder wont she fall for me again? Men think ex-girlfriends are the easiest. They need to be taught what a lousy misunderstanding it is! There was no way Na-Yool could tell her that there was someone else beside Seung-Jae. And that it was not just a greater guy but President Kwon, at that. If he contacts you again, just tell Seung-Jae. Ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend, or say that youre dating a handsome guy like Seung-Jae. If it doesnt make him fume Hee-Jung suddenly shut up. Na-Yool followed her gaze. As her eyes shifted to the side, there stood Si-Jin who had just entered the break room. An ominous smile was drawn on his fair face. Good morning. G good morning, Mr. President. A blunt expression was the basic, and a tone without warmth was a bonus, but Si-Jins daily greetings were imbued with a faint trace of humanity. Really very subtle, but if she had to say, almost with an upbeat note As she tensed up at his tone, Hee-Jung answered with a trembling voice. After giving a brief glance at Hee-Jung along with a smile that burdened her mind, Si-Jin stared at Na-Yool. Of course, it was not a proper smile, but he was smiling either way, and the sight gave a rather ominous feeling to the people witnessing it. Good morning, Mr. President. When Na-Yool belatedly greeted him, almost forcing herself, Si-Jins lips slightly curved up as he did for Hee-Jung. Eventually, she had left Si-Jins house on Sundays late afternoon. Si-jin, who seemed to have to go to work every day ? even on weekends ? to be fully satisfied, had gone straight to work after dropping off Na-Yool Seeing how he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, it was as if he had never left work. Somehow, she was torn between the mixed feeling of having hindered him during an especially busy work period, and the feeling that she was not responsible since he had himself created such disturbance in his daily life. Obviously, since he was the one who had taken the lead, the latter clearly prevailed. Na-Yools complicated eyes turned towards the coffee machine, which beeped to alert that the coffee was ready. Hee-Jung wanted to leave this place at any minute now. However, taking pity on Na-Yool, her feet could not bear to walk away. One foot already crossing the door, she looked back at Na-Yool. Of course, Si-Jin was not one to concern himself one bit about either Hee-Jungs tensed facial expression nor Na-Yools confused state of mind. But just as Na-Yool, her mug in one hand, and Hee-Jung waiting for her were about to walk out, Si-Jin spoke up while taking a carbonated drink out of the fridge. Nonchalantly, as he always did to his staff. Seems like something good happened. Sorry? Na-Yool stared intently at Si-Jin, who smiled with an unfathomable expression. If it were anyone else, he might have looked expressionless, but she knew that for Si-Jin this much was usually the equivalent of a broad smile. Upon hearing how seemingly unflustered and genuinely curious he sounded, Na-Yool wondered if all was not a smokescreen put up in front of Hee-Jung. But usually, was not the best smokescreen to pretend not seeing anything if you had seen something which does not concern you? Na-Yool was still looking at Si-Jin when Hee-Jung opened her mouth instead, yielding to the awkwardness. What good thing? We were just discussing about how Na-Yool should ask Seung-Jae for some help to resolve a personal issue. Since they are personally close When were we ever close? Although Hee-Jungs muffled words made her feel uncomfortable, Na-Yool kept quiet instead of denying it, judging it had nothing to do with her anyway. Is that so? It was also Hee-Jung who had been triggered by Si-Jins meaningless inquiry. Hee-Jung nodded her head and was about to add something when Si-Jin interrupted her to then go on with his indifferent tone. Boyfriend, Seung-Jae, dating I think Ive heard you speak of something along these lines? Whether it was a smokescreen for Hee-Jung or a poor pretense game of knowing nothing, Na-Yool did not want to hear about this subject from him, even as a joke. Even putting aside their own ambiguous relationship. In this short time, had employees excessive curiosity not raised gossips and groundless rumors, leading to an exhausting and endless questioning to answer to? Of course, that Si-Jins mouth would indulge in such gossip was one of the worst experiences she had ever faced. Na-Yool looked at Hee-Jung slightly retreating back while waving her hand in denial. Hey, how could it be! Dating someone from her workplace?! With Na-Yools personality, never I dont know her personality well, after all. You see, Na-Yool, she is Yes, how is she? Si-Jin lied with a straight face, putting on an oblivious facade. Right in front of her, at that! Na-Yool barely contained her astonishment. He was not even looking at her anymore, only focused on Hee-Jungs words. She does? Si-Jins meaningful eyes glanced at Na-Yool with a hint of disbelief. But she could not tell whether it was because he doubted her working ability, or her uprightness, or both. In any case, he honestly looked unconvinced. And though Na-Yool was used to it, a small sense of shame and annoyance surged in. What if your coworker praises you for your ability? Such a perfect temper had no hope of being recognized anyway. And so, does having an upright personality have anything to do with dating someone from work? Only Na-Yool understood that Si-Jin truly meant to ask what the correlation between both was. As for herself, she really did not think much of it. Hee-Jung, who could not get it, looked at Na-Yool with a confused Why is this person suddenly doing this to me? expression. To begin with, it was also Hee-Jung who had made assumptions after prying into Na-Yools private life, then randomly spread troublesome rumors in the office for anyone to hear. Although Na-Yool could not fully conceal her irritation on the matter, her current opponent was Si-Jin. Na-Yool naturally took pity on any helpless lamb who had to face him. At least, she knew what she had done wrong in the first place, and therefore the responsibility of fixing it one way or another. While Na-Yool was looking for the right timing to break into the conversation, Hee-Jung finally answered back to Si-Jin. With such an upright personality, dating someone from the office would be exhausting. When you start by thinking that there will be no benefits for either of them, dating can only be thought of as a minus. Thats why there is no way she could date a coworker. Ultimately, Hee-Jung was not complimenting Na-Yool, but instead expressing that with such a personality she would hate dating a coworker. Because, from the employers point of view, the two people dating would most likely be seen as salary thieves, playing around instead of doing their job. Besides, Na-Yool was one of the employees Si-Jin overworked most However, Hee-Jung had no way of knowing that things had gone too far between them for such a small thing to trouble Si-Jin. Therefore, Na-Yool was grateful for Hee-Jungs good intentions but Chapter 70 Ms. Na-Yool cannot even start such a relationship. She cannot stand being entangled with a male employee, not even a little Awkwardness, oh awkwardness, where do you come from? Is it because the already entangled man is right here, hearing this face-to-face? Because she is not the kind of person to act lightly with no consideration for her reputation. Thats what is upright about her. And she really conducts herself admirably. Recalling Hee-Jung had previously told her to be more open-minded and to consider dating someone closer to her even if it is a coworker, now what a turnaround! The truth is, Na-Yools entanglement with Si-Jin had her sitting on pins and needles, as she was not exactly upright nor had conducted herself admirably since then. And, well, moreover, is Ms. Na-Yool someone who plays around at work? With how hardworking she is! And how busy she is every day with just her own workload. Of course, no one is as busy as you are, Mr. President, but Even busy people who date, date. They sometimes even skip sleep to make time for it. Of course, it often happens, but Ms. Na-Yool is I know. A very upright person indeed. Please, just make fun of me already. I cant play along with that fake serious expression of yours Si-Jins meaningful eyes turned to Na-Yool. Apart from that, personally, I dont think office dating is particularly bad. As long as work does not suffer any setbacks, the employees private life is irrelevant. Rather, I think it can be a motivation for work. The same goes for Kim Na-Yool and Lee Seung-Jae. What the heck are you saying. The workload is intense, so I cant limit your freedom to that extent. Even when youre facing each other all day, I know it must be hard to make eye-contact. So in conclusion, I hope you will not think of the company as too rigid. All of you. Of course, we always think of it as our home How could employees possibly feel comfortable in a company where their boss goes to work every single day?! Every Monday started with a lump in their throat At this point, it was hard to keep up with Si-Jins thoughts, whatever he said. Pondering in confusion whether she should answer back or not, Hee-Jung nervously looked at Na-Yool. Familiar with Si-Jins speech, Na-Yool clearly knew his words were not to be taken at face value, and that chances were high it was a trap. But, at this rate, Hee-Jung was on the verge to fall in the trap and confess about Na-Yools (inexistant) relationship. Therefore, although awkward, it was mutually beneficial to help Hee-Jung out in some way or another. Na-Yool reluctantly spoke up. Come to think of it, Park PD said he was looking for the person in charge of outsourcing to ask about the contract form, did you get his message when you arrived? It must have been about 2 or 3 seconds. After unknowingly grabbing Na-Yools forearm, Hee-Jung flinched and nodded her head. Oh, I didnt see it. At all. I havent even turned on my computer yet Then you should go quickly. Park PD seems to be very busy. Is that so? Hee-Jung inwardly rejoiced, but then looked back at Na-Yool as if asking if it was really alright to leave her here on her own. Then, as soon as Na-Yools eyes gave their reticent approval, she quickly disappeared from the break room. The front of the coffee machine, which used to be crowded by several people every morning, was especially quiet today. Na-Yool wished for someone ? even the annoying middle-aged men ? to come stroll in. But all she got was grievance towards those missing people, responsible for her being alone with Si-Jin. I also have some work to catch up with, so You, youre good at playing around. If it had been Si-jins house, she would have pretended not to hear it and walked away. But this was the company. Steered by the subordinate status ingrained in her body, Na-Yool instinctively stopped in her tracks. No matter how many times they had quarreled together, ultimately, he was still her boss. And once the boss opens his mouth, the conversation is implicitly never over until he closes it again. Its different from what I heard before. Not really. About Lee Seung-Jae. I am telling you its not. If Ms. Kim Na-Yool says so. This damn So thats how youre gonna play it tone. This spiteful yap. This incomparably relaxed face. Each one of them is so hateful. To the point she was baffled that yet, she did not hate it that much, overall. When was that before, exactly? Na-Yool asked. Its not something you said, but something Shin Hee-Jung did. Si-Jin took a sip of the carbonated drink and calmly regained a tone appropriate for the time and place. [T/N: From here, he drops casual speech and speaks in a more formal way.] To be precise, it was when Shin Hee-Jung and Park PD were excitedly chit chatting about you. Unaware that such a thing had happened, Na-Yool felt stress build up anew. She let out a deep sigh from within. Si-Jin clicked his tongue. Such an exhausted sigh, right from early morning? His reprimanding attitude, like an elder spurning her for bringing bad karma, weirdly suited him. Na-Yool shook her head sideways. Whatever people in the company are gossiping about, it has nothing to do with me. Half the topic is Ms. Kim Na-Yool herself, but it doesnt concern you? I neither created those rumors, and neither are they true. How surprisingly upright of you. Even a third party said I am upright. Nothing surprising about it. I didnt think you were the kind to believe everything others say. My uprightness is a fact. As Na-Yool shrugged her shoulders to defy him to say otherwise, a slightly wider smirk spread on Si-Jins already smiling face. She had seen that gaze before. Like eyes looking at something very small and cute. It felt like she was treated like a puppy. Therefore, even if she considered it as being watched under a favorable light by someone like Kwon Si-Jin, it did not feel that good. I do not want to struggle over something I cannot do anything about. And I do not want to let others entertain themselves with it either. For that matter, she had been busy expressing her aversion concerning the rumors, but so what? After all, he did not know about it. Si-Jin pointed his chin towards the mug Na-Yool was holding to gesture to her to drink it. Seemingly showing mercy, he then changed the conversation topic. Im the one assigning work. I know you dont have much to do yet. I do have a proposal to review. The previous version was good. Didnt I check it? You said you really hated the pop-up page of SongYoung Construction. When did I. You said it 3 more times while dropping me off at my house yesterday though Na-Yool wrapped with both hands the mug that had cooled down and spoke in an extremely polite manner. It was because the more modest and respectful her words and actions were, the more appropriate distance could be found. Of course, Si-Jin could not care less. I changed my mind. Looking at it again, I like the positioning of the typography. Isnt it the only thing you said you liked? What do you mean, changed my mind The softness of the font is also nice, and the image layout is good. But just with this font and layout, it is not complete yet. Isnt not completing it your distinct signature? I just thought that sometimes its fine to let it go. What a shameless glib-tongued poser. Please just hire more staff already. If possible, someone who will miraculously satisfy you on every project. Sorry, Ive never met such a person. Yeah, go figure I am looking for one, but I assure you, it wont make much of a difference. Thanks to you, I am not looking forward to it at all. Despite her worn-out voice, Na-Yool was sort of delighted hearing that info. After all, he was not one to say empty words. Si-Jin indifferently went on without detecting her faint excitement. [T/N: Shes happy to know he is looking into it, because more people = less work for her to do.] Chapter 71 The SongYoung proposal is not a problem in the first place. Right now, there is something else which really doesnt please me. Yes? Lee Seung-Jae, everything that he did on Friday, we must scrap it. Na-Yool first got startled hearing the name, then kind of embarrassed when she realized it was actually related to work. Since it was the case, she could not keep on sulking scornfully, so she inquired in an awkwardly stiff tone. Is something wrong? Wrong. A lot. What exactly From start to finish. Na-Yools somewhat prudent eyes narrowed with dark suspicion. Just as Si-Jins mouth slightly opened along with a What, should I enumerate it for you? look, she spoke first. If you say so Mr. President, then of course we have to do it over from the beginning. Since Si-jin was her boss, it was better to generally understand the underlying meaning of his blabbering. And, even better, to understand it before having to listen to it. His comments were likely to drag forever if she got stuck in, and he was harsh, even if not directed at her Because he would say it all, anyway. As if satisfied with Na-Yools answer, Si-Jin quietly stroked his chin and continued. The video was more of a problem, so it already got scrapped By him, undoubtedly. Which means, we have to do the video over again, for real? Is there ever a time when what I said wasnt for real? Si-Jin mumbled like talking to himself. It did not seem directed at her but, as his subordinate, she could not help but shut her mouth. Its obvious that you got in cahoots together with the ridiculous idea to roughly modify it just to avoid it being scrapped, and not only were you caught, but even the client was the first to find out that the source was wrong If we had found out on our own, it would not have been noticed by the client. Dont you think so? After being criticized by a client so disgracefully, then what? Lee Seung-Jae changed everything with the wrong source as reference? And he dares to hand over that sloppy work to the client? You just have to wait a bit longer. It turned out this way because the client said the source to use in the video was slightly wrong, but then the Video Team said they could not fix it all until the weekend and So thats how you decided to fix all the spaces in the brochure with the same info and match it with the video? How different the same words sounded depending on who was speaking. When Seung-Jae told her the very same idea, she could only agree to it out of sympathy as a fellow designer. But in Si-Jins mouth, she sounded like an unreliable, irresponsible, and almost corrupted employee who he must root out. Na-Yool hopelessly rolled her eyes. From what I know, that is probably because, since the Video Team said they could not process it until the weekend, we asked the client for their understanding and to correct it instead Firstly, the video was first negligently handed over to the customer without any appropriate inspection. Secondly, the client caught on to it. Thirdly, though it was humiliating enough, there was a chance to make up for it properly, yet you shamelessly went crying to the client to make a few corrections themselves. Fourthly, Lee Seung-Jae just accepted it as it was. Fifthly, Lee Seung-Jae ultimately put up all the wrong content stupidly compiled by the Video Team all over both the website and the brochure. And lastly, I barely caught on it, before it got sent to the client. Thats where we are now. Should I say all is good and let it go too? Na-Yools guilty face sank at once, and she shook her head sideways. Maybe, because he heard they would cooperate, so thats why Seung-Jae too You know about the mood over at the Video Team. How they pressure you to accept a request with killing intent They cant kill me anyway. With him cutting her off like that, what more could Na-Yool say to wrap things up? Right, the President must not die She surrendered with a nod, as if showing understanding. A few scenes flashed through her mind like a dj vu. These moments when she had to take over all of Seung-Jaes failed projects Then, first, I will discuss with Lee Seung-Jae where and how to proceed with the redoing Re-do it all over. Do you really have no room for consideration? No, the design that Lee Seung-Jae has put in so far already had too many details to revise. If it is the details, I can fix it right away simultaneously with the progress of the Video Team. It would save all of Seung-Jaes original draft, and even if he doesnt have to do it all Im telling you its better to put it together from scratch. Especially if youre going to mess around with it. A classic sting While maintaining a respectful attitude toward her superior, Na-Yool sent Si-Jin a resentful gaze. It happened because I could not fully review it I am sorry. The draft was definitely good though. Its not your fault if Lee Seung-Jaes details are lacking. Still, Lee Seung-Jae works well at times Just as Na-Yool tried to defend Lee Seung-Jae as if she had never complained about him, Si-Jin glared back at her with squinted eyes. She unconsciously flinched and awkwardly blinked. So you mean we should discard the original draft as a whole, and rethink the proposal from the start, is that correct? Show that to Lee Seung-Jae. The time for him to learn has been long overdue. It was as good as berating Lee Seung-Jae for being a slacker unmindful of his own position. What could he be taught, without a proper learning attitude? But Lee Seung-Jae, because he has such a definite style So what? You also have your own specific style. It is my first time hearing such words from you, Mr. President. Thats why your proposals always get turned down. The same goes for Lee Seung-Jae. It was clear that she had made a mistake, but somehow there was something more, like the shadow of something akin to a grudge. [T/N: She can subconsciously feel that Si-Jin is being a prick because he is sore about her relationship with Seung-Jae. Finally!] Yes, there was something. Na-Yools eyes narrowed. Whats that look for? Why do you ask? It looks impure. Right back at you, Mr. President. It was a tight ? almost but not quite neck and neck ? match of unyielding. They stared suspiciously at each other for a moment until, upon hearing footsteps coming from beyond the wall of the break room, they in concert turned their head away from each other. Hello. Lee Seung-Jae, the troublemaker himself. Hello. Na-Yool greeted him back out of habit. Seung-Jae noticed Si-jin standing behind her and vaguely bowed his head one more time. Though he looked happy when he first saw Na-Yool, a frown had appeared when he then saw Si-Jin. He must have already heard from the Video Team, so surely, he would not be in a pleasant mood from this early morning Si-Jin curtly nodded back as usual. Taking pity on the dejected looking Seung-Jae, Na-Yool spoke up first. Seung-Jae, would you like some coffee? Ah, yes. Ill brew some, then. Thank you, Ms. Na-Yool. Si-Jin casually walked out, passing by the bowing Seung-Jaes side. Truly, he was a born master at making people around him feel self-conscious. Although he did not care much himself, of course. Wow, chilly. Without a word, Na-Yool handed Seung-Jae her own mug of already brewed coffee. He sipped it right away and said: The President seems in a bad mood for good this time. Has he ever been in a good one? Despite his glumness, Seung-Jae snickered and burst out laughing. Youre here early today. I am definitely going to get scolded He probably will call me in a bit. If its about your work from Friday, I heard about it too. Already? From whom? Did the Video Team snitch to you? Of course not. The President just told me. Ah I think Ill have to do it again while referring to your original proposal. Since the draft was fine. Of course, Si-Jin thought otherwise. But, at the moment, Seung-Jae did not need to know that his design had been completely rejected at once. Because Na-Yool knew the best how painful it was. Chapter 72 With an expression full of regret, Seung-Jae glanced in the direction Si-Jin had disappeared to. I did not want to cause trouble for you, Ms. Na-Yool. Sorry, for always requesting to edit the video. No trouble, dont mention it. Ahh, so embarrassing! Seung-Jae shook his head as he ruffled his hair in a mess with his large hand. Na-Yool took the freshly brewed coffee and started walking out, motioning him with her chin to follow her. Walking behind her at first, they soon were walking side by side. If youre going to feel embarrassed, you should have felt that way well before. I have been feeling embarrassed each time you had to fix things up for me. I just did not show it It really didnt show at all. I kept wondering how there could be such a shameless kid. I might be thick-skinned, but I do have a conscience, Ms. Na-Yool. Anyway, you sure talk well. Not retorting any more, Seung-Jae lowered his head and sighed deeply. Na-Yool, who was carefully sipping her hot coffee, glanced at him and scolded. Dont sigh like this. They say it brings bad karma. That is what my grandmother says Treating me like an old lady despite being only one year younger? Can I treat you as equal then? No. Continue to treat me as a senior. It feels so distant. You feel the authority, too. Keep this distance. Our company does not even have official ranks, authority, what authority [T/N: Remember that Ethical Communications is a very western-like company. They dont use Korean working cultures traditional titles, such as sawon, juim, daeri, etc. Seniority does matter though, therefore Na-Yools answer.] My point exactly. We dont even have ranks, yet you arent even going to treat me as your senior? Seung-Jae once again laughed out loud at Na-Yools witty comeback. Even his smiling face was full of fatigue. Whats wrong with your face? Nothing much. You dont have to feel so bad about it You look in a good mood though, Ms. Kim Na-Yool He stared at her with strange eyes. Too soft to be a look of reproach, but clearly sharp enough for her to feel a little stab. As though she was cornered, Na-Yool let some words out. Im sorry for that day. What was difficult was not to apologize, but to be reminded of that shameful call. That incident when Sang-Hoon, in the middle of their fight about her new boyfriend, had picked up Seung-Jaes call and shouted, Are you the bastard?! Im sorry, really. He wasnt like this before He was not? If he was, I would never have dated him. Well, thats good to hear At that time, he was drunk, a bit out of it, irrational and agitated too. Is that not kind of dangerous? Na-Yool suddenly remembered Sang-Hoons pathetic state. No, nothing of the sort. And nothing dangerous happened back then either Thinking back, in the face of Sang-Hoons pathetic condition, Si-Jins extreme stalker theory was sort of credible. What a scary world Na-Yools words were stuck in her throat. Seung-Jae frowned. Even if nothing happened back then, who knows about the future. Indeed, right? Under Seung-Jaes decisive tone, Na-Yool unknowingly agreed. A complete nutcase, that kind of bastard. muttered Seung-Jae with a strangely annoyed expression on his face. Well, maybe I just dont have a good eye for people And after all, she herself had not been that great of a girlfriend either. Rather than wanting to cover up for Sang-Hoon, Na-Yool simply did not want to feel annoyed anymore. As it may be, perhaps all of this was thanks to Si-Jin. The great sense of distance with the events of the past was one proof of it. No matter how much she disliked his actions, once time had passed, it was as if it did not happen. And to the current Na-Yool, Sang-Hoon was like that too. Even more than right after their break-up, when she eventually lost her mind after being seduced by Si-Jin. Surely he was fine when he was dating you, Ms. Ma-Yool. You do have some taste. I probably did not have any for a while, though. Despite thinking so, Na-Yool accepted the free compliment with a nod. That jerk is in the wrong for being double-faced, not you who did not know about it. Thats right. Plus, people usually dont really have a good relationship after breaking up. That being said, not all men come all the way to their ex-girlfriends workplace to create trouble. Even if they still love her and do not want to let go. Na-Yool bitterly smacked her lips and nodded once again. The end of a relationship, in any form, always leaves a bitterness, big or small. Even after keeping a distance as if nothing happened. From his point of view it seems he thought that if he asked for a break-up, I would want to hold onto him. Na-Yool said in a soft snicker, and Seung-Jae knitted his eyebrows. Stupid loser. Things are not as he expected, which is why he doesnt understand and hes acting crazy. It must be something like this, I guess. Anyway, that case is pretty much closed, so nothing else should happen. How are you sure of that? If the bastard keeps following you around and you confront him, how do you know he wont turn on you? Just because She knew of Sang-Hoons inward ? actually, maybe more in the open than she thought ? cowardice. In spite of everything, no matter how low Sang-Hoon fell, she could not picture him capable of carrying out the extreme scenarios Si-Jin had mentioned. Although Si-Jins thorough brainwashing from yesterday when he dropped her off had been effective enough for her to briefly believe the possibility And somehow, maybe unconsciously heeding his words, she had quietly stayed at home. Still, could such things really happen? Na-Yool frowned, a somewhat ominous feeling rising in. Just because, as if In this world, a guy who cannot stand his ground in front of others could certainly be waiting with a knife at his exs house simply because she broke up with him. Thats true. Its a scary world. Right Back then too, you should have called me over. That kind of jerk, they are even more moronic than you think. If they see the girl is still single after breaking up, they will never understand why she said she does not like them anymore. They cannot give up either. No boyfriend? Then we can patch things up between us! Thats how they think. Its not like people are objects without an owner. Me too, I have plenty of friends like that. If it is just to this extent, its rather lucky. Those who take advantage of the fact that there is no bastard to protect the girl, to deal with her as they please, arent they the real criminals? If I give him the cold shoulder, he will probably understand, and know how shameful his actions were Like this, women are deluded about how moronic these sort of losers can be. For some reason, the conversation sounded familiar. Of course, it sounded a lot more realistic than Si Jins extreme assumptions, and therefore also sounded more likely to happen. Left with no room for speaking, Na-Yool simply kept on blinking while listening to Seung-Jaes words full of barbs. It goes without saying that you must kill the spirit of bastards who think like this, by having them witness their ex with another man. Even better if the new guy looks greater than them at first glance. The thing is, Sang-Hoons prattling back then had been unstoppable, even when a man greater beyond compare had actually showed up. Thanks to it, Si-Jin had successfully and unconcernedly enjoyed for a good amount of time the nice show from a distance. However, as with Hee-Jung, Na-Yool was adamant to not give away that such a method had already been used. So, for example, someone like you? Exactly. Chapter 73 A full grin broke on smooth talker Lee Seung Jaes rather good-looking face. Na-Yool answered along with a giggle. Got it. Next time if Im in trouble, Ill be in your care. Dont be polite. How many times have you taken care of me already Seung-Jaes expression darkened again as he remembered the incident. They soon reached their office and sat down at their respective desks. And in the first place, you also broke up because of me Hey. I told you people would misunderstand if they heard that. But its true. That it is my fault. In an instant, his previously dejected face filled with willfulness. Na-Yool laughed in bafflement and ignored it. My ex-boyfriend I really dont think well ever see each other again. But as you said, who knows Do you know how worried I was on Friday night? The phone call was cut off by a drunk jerk, and except for a text message saying you had something going on and was sorry, you didnt say anything after that I even thought you were in a situation in which you could not speak. Plus, your ex did not seem in a normal state. Although short, it seemed like the Are you the bastard?! had been quite impactful. Seung-Jaes face was genuinely full of worry. Na-Yool suddenly felt sorry and embarrassed that all that had happened afterwards was her getting drunk and going to Si-Jins house. She swiftly avoided his gaze and turned on her computer. I am not just saying this. If something really happens, you have to tell me. I know. I get it. And be careful when you go home late too. Or should I take you home for the time being? Rather, just make sure to go home early yourself. Na-Yool playfully jested, as she mindlessly clicked her mouse around. The mailbox inadvertently opened up, and her expression turned sour in an instant. Five e-mails with Na-Yool in CC, two guideline documents transferred to her Ms. Na-Yool? The sender, of course, was all Si-Jin. Since the responsibility had shifted to her, she naturally had to accept it, but to think she would get buried under work right after enjoying some leisure coffee time at the break room How could someone be so spiteful Her unblinking gaze moved from the mailbox to the office messenger slightly opened at the edge of the monitor. [Submit the first draft by noon] [and] [be quiet] Unbelievable, really! [T/N: Yes yes, the be quiet/behave from the novel title, the very same from Si-Jins previous famous message ???? ] Chapter 18 C Wednesday night 10:51 p.m. From Monday, it was Na-Yools 3rd consecutive day of working overtime. Ethical Communications did not think much of it, but there was no other weekday she was as short of energy as Wednesday. Because on Thursday, there is at least the expectation of the next day being Friday, and Friday also carries the hope that if you close your eyes and open them, it will be Saturday. But there were no dreams or hopes on a day like today. Na-Yool forced herself to get up with sleepy eyes, looking forward to going home and diving into her bed after roughly washing just her face and feet. Ms. Na-Yool, are you leaving now? Yes, I was thinking of going home. You? Me too, I just got the proposal approval from Park PD and was about to leave. Thats great! Seung-Jae folded his laptop and shoved it in his backpack, eager to leave. Lets go together, Ms. Na-Yool. Ah Na-Yool puzzlingly stared at the cellphone right in her hand. Her finger, which lowered Si-Jins compromising message window in a haste, definitely moved by instinct rather than consciousness. Although they had not laid a finger on each other during the 3 days of overtime, surprisingly, he had been driving her home every day. Even going back to the office after dropping her off. They had not particularly made any promise to leave work together, but Si-Jin had naturally asked Na-Yool to call him at the end of her shifts, and when she did, he ? who was twice busier than her ? would squeeze some time to come drive her. His perfectionism, which subtly transpired through his attitude at home or at work, shone through this action as well, in how it reflected his disposition to unconditionally do what he had decided to. And also, his unique watchfulness of refusing to let Na-Yool go home by herself, as the situation was unreliable Thanks to him, she was enjoying a somewhat preferential treatment. However, the more she witnessed it, the more she wondered how he could lead such an exhausting life. Ms. Na-Yool, is anything wrong? No, nothing. Caught in a tight spot, Na-Yool quickly snapped out of it. Since Seung-Jae and her had to go in the same direction halfway through, and had sometimes left together until the transfer station, she could hardly avoid his invitation. Nothing good would come out from futilely arousing the suspicion of someone she had to face all day. As soon as this rational conclusion was drawn, she automatically remembered Si-Jins annoyed face. Ill just send a message first. Ah, yes. Take your time. [I will leave first today. Dont mind me.] 10:54 PM All done, lets go. She had only taken two steps, when a brisk ti-ling notification came up. She held the phone at an angle that would not be visible to Seung-Jae and checked the message. President Kwon Si-Jin. [Why] 10:54 PM Short and fast. Na-Yool did not lose and sent a quick reply. [Somehow, Lee Seung-Jae and I decided to go back together] 10:54 PM [And so, why] 10:55 PM [We finished working at the same time, and we live in the same direction] 10:55 PM [Since when did you two leave together] 10:55 PM [If our timing is similar, we often get off work together for some time now] 10:55 PM For some reason, his replies that came back almost at the same time her messages were sent, did not come back at the end. When Seung-Jae and Na-Yool took the elevator, she could not help but glance with a great leery feeling at the Presidents office, which could not even be seen from here. Say, Park PD told me that, you know, that slightly balding middle-aged man who came to the meeting for the new medicine advert That person is actually When Seung-Jae began to narrate all sorts of lousy stories heard from Park PD as was his habit, Na-Yool shook her head and forced herself to concentrate. Still, from time to time, she could not resist glancing at her phone with unsettled eyes Ah, whatever. Thinking about it, it was nothing worth pondering over. To begin with, he probably would not even care, and it was ridiculous to ruminate over a confrontation that had not yet happened. Why did she keep acting like someone in a romantic relationship for the first time? And were not even in one This was the only fundamental reason that wrapped Na-Yool in skepticism at the moment. Her guilty conscience for keeping on misunderstanding their situation and feeling elated on her own. so my friend was completely humiliated by his girlfriend. It was in front of all of us so he was too ashamed to even talk back to her, and just stood there listening. Then when we laughed after the girlfriend left, you have no idea how much he cursed that he would kill us all if we dared to laugh! Chapter 74 The cellphone had stayed silent for a while, when another ti-ling ringed. Na-Yool immediately checked the notification, but it was an invitation message for a game. She lowered her phone with a sullen face and stared at the station in the distance. At some point, Seung-Jaes blabbering had moved to a I have such a stupid friend topic. Na-Yool unconsciously gave a cold answer. He shouldnt have done something embarrassing in the first place. How angered must have the girlfriend been to berate him this way? I did not say otherwise. So, he should live more mindfully from now on. It starts with you, too. Isnt it birds of a feather flock together, after all? What do you see me as? I am different. Even different, there will be similarities. Maybe we were like that in high school, since we were kids. I could not throw him away, and he would not listen either Even so, is he nice? I think so. Seems like he isnt very kind to women though. Na-Yool caught him off guard, but Seung-Jae smiled brightly. Ms. Na-Yool, I swear I am different. Ive been told to be even more careful of people who smile like you do. By whom? My mom. Seung-Jae chuckled loudly like he had heard a very funny story. Na-Yool shook her head. Anyway, men are the problem. Women sometimes also are, too. How could something that is sometimes the problem compare with what always is? You are right. It is all the mens fault. Seung-Jae flatly agreed while nodding. So, always live while doing some self-introspection. Youre a man, after all. You are really good at saying whatever you want. Right? I dont even need to drink. Na-Yool proudly said, and Seung-Jae blocked the bursting laugh coming out with the back of his hand, trying to compose himself. Then, with a lingering smile on his face, he wondered if she had chosen such words on purpose. A thought suddenly came to mind, and he asked: By the way, how about a blind date? What do you mean, by the way? Thats totally unrelated. Ah. Anyway. If its one of your friends, Im not interested. How do you know it is my friends? Its a common trick. You talk about your friends then bring up the subject out of nowhere. Hey, come to think of it, dont you want to meet my friend? Just like this. Such great insight, I am impressed! Seung-Jae shook his head with exaggerated admiration. Na-Yool, even though she responded casually, was inwardly feeling relieved and grinned. Indeed, as if Seung-Jae liked her! As expected, it was all the delusion of the coworkers who liked to ship their young male and female colleagues. Who would offer to arrange a blind date to the person they like? Whats wrong with my friends though? There are a lot of good guys. Then you shouldnt have mentioned that pathetic friend, dont you think? Not him. Not that kind of guy. There really are many good ones. No thanks. They are still your friends. Wow, that is unfair. Are you not overly distrustful? If theyre your friends, arent they a bunch of punks? Going to clubs every day, playing around Ms. Na-Yool, the first time you met me was already over a year ago. If you have known me that long, it is time for you to realize how sincere I am. Lets drop it. Im too sane in mind to date your friends. You dont look so at all though. Is that a barb Im hearing? Seung-Jae shrugged, in no hurry to deny. In a slight fit of irritation, Na-Yool was about to playfully keep berating him when, with a suddenly straight face, he asked: Are you dating someone new recently? There was the actual barb. In an instant, the unexpected words were like a slap on Na-Yools face. As soon as she realized what expression she was making, she immediately steadied herself. And scolded herself for straight up thinking about Si-Jin. Me, dating? Not a chance Or is there anyone that you like? How could there be? I dont even have the time to go home and sleep. It has always been so, yet you had time to meet with that weird ex of yours, did you not? Exactly how the hell Seung-Ja did not end his sentence, but his expression spoke for itself. Na-Yool shook her head sideways. Thats why, didnt I break up? He said he was sick of me not having time. If the other party does not have time too, then it should be fine. Even more reason to not date, you mean! How could both parties meet when they both lack time? But if they are from the same company Seung-Jaes voice faded out in a muffle. On the other hand, Na-Yool tried her best to conceal her skin crawling. She could not get caught. Never. She shook her head in rebuttal with a more determined look than ever. You know how much I hate office dating. I do. Ive heard it over and over, so I know. If it doesnt end well I know, I know. It is only the woman who will lose out. Seung-Jae muttered, ending Na-Yools familiar words. It was just one of the trivial topics she always shared with Seung-Jae, and though her thinking remained the same, her heart twinged as if something had triggered her conscience. No, not yet She had not yet done anything wrong to feel triggered. Because she was not dating that person, after all. He neither had the intention to, nor did she, just a casual relationship even dirtier and weirder than an office romance. And promiscuousHow in the world did it turn out this way? Na-Yool entered the station overcomed by the self-contradictory shame that she has been recently feeling every other day. With each step she took down the stairs, it felt like an additional stone of shame was stacked on her. Who else do we have? All decent people are married. There is me. A very decent guy. Dont make me laugh. Well There is Kang PD too, and that guy from the accounting team, Jang Jang Yoon-Ho? I havent seen him, but Min-Young said he was kind of good-looking. I could do with that. When Na-Yool seemed to agree, Seung-Jae nodded with a not so willing expression and added: Strictly speaking, there is also the President. Could it be said he had kind of hit the mark? To be exact, Si-Jin had nothing to do with the topic brought up by Seung-Jae. He was no different from the others. Na-Yool wanted to terminate her brain for always getting ahead of itself with all the wishful thinking, blatantly disregarding the facts. Are you crazy? Lee Seung-Jae, you really dont hold back! Honestly, appearance-wise, there is no one worthier than him in our company. This face, this height Wow, who knows when he even finds the time to workout Though Seung-Jae seemed to acknowledge Si-Jin, it was strictly limited to his looks, condemning Si-Jins intense lifestyle in passing. Na-Yool nodded her head as if deeply agreeing to those same limited points. That nice looking shell didnt fool me for more than a month. Of course, she kept it a secret that, instead, Si-Jin looked even more alluring now. And that she had started to grow fond of the inside of the shell as well, which she previously hated so much. In addition, she kept getting a good feeling about him as she got to know him, and felt pathetic and about to lose her mind over that fact. Indeed, since you have been a bit bullied by the President muttered Seung-Jae as he looked at Na-Yool with a sorry face. Chapter 75 It was standard for Si-Jin to suck up all the energy from his employees, but Na-Yool was undoubtedly a special case. At the beginning, some people wondered if Na-Yool was so incompetent that he had come up with this strategy to push her to resign. But it was hard to think so. After all, it was Si-Jin himself who had hired Na-Yool after taking a look at her portfolio, and his meticulous eyes could not have picked wrong. Besides, Na-Yools proposals were often adopted over others, and even from Si-Jins high standards point of view, her designs had a sophisticated uniqueness, although they had a commercial side that followed the trend. In terms of technical skills, Seung-Jae, who enjoyed doing his own thing, was no match for her. She was also the best at meeting the clients needs, hence it was natural that her proposals would be adopted. Maybe thats why, without Na-Yools knowledge, every time other employees would speak about her, they would ruminate, Whats the point in being an outstanding employee and catching the Presidents eyes? We will only be pushed to our limits anyway, so lets do the bare minimum.. If Na-Yool knew, how forlorn would she feel! My words exactly. I wouldnt date him unless I was brain damaged. Yes, except for a pervert, that would be impossible. Right Na-Yool answered gloomily, as her face twisted by the hidden shame that she indeed was completely crazy and most likely a pervert, too. Her facial expression just happened to look like a Im disgusted just thinking of it one, causing Seung-Jaes mouth to curve up in a satisfied smile. But again, you never know what could happen. I do know a thing or two. You should not be so sure. And by the way, every single person I meet keeps fussing about my relationship with you, so how am I supposed to flirt with anyone? Oh, right. His pretty, handsome face sure looked delighted! So if I keep being single, know that its because of you. I thought you hated the idea of dating a coworker. There is a difference between hating it and being at a dead end. You really say whatever Thats how I am. Anyway, if you find a good person, you have to let me know. What does it matter to you? Just asking. Seung-Jae was in a good mood, while Na-Yool somewhat not so much. After refusing several times his invitation to take her all the way to her home with a perfunctory You must be tired too, theres no need, she finally reached her house, 6 stations farther than the one Seung-Jae got off at. She clearly had walked that street a bunch of times with no trouble, even at 1 am. Yet Maybe because of Si-Jins constant brainwashing topped by Seung-Jaes additional remarks, Na-Yool kept looking around the empty alley. Although it was deserted, in fact the main street was right at the corner, and there even was a convenient store just in front of Na-Yools apartment complex. In addition, there also was a fried-chicken place a few buildings away and a respectable bar, so was the place not sparsely bright with light until late at night? However, Na-Yool could hardly ignore the anxiety coiling itself around her heart like a snake. She started noticing things to which she normally paid no mind. The dark gap between the buildings, the inconspicuous silhouette of a person in a car not lit on like an illusion that every white middle-size car looked like Sang-Hoons. Was it due to her lack of sleep? She kept feeling a chill down her spine, as if sensing someones shadow hiding in the desolated place Her squinted eyes skimmed in all directions as her steps rushed to the apartment complexs main door. Her finger pressed each dial key of the lock panel with small halts, as though nervously struggling to enter the right code. The door is unlocked. Even after coming in, Na-Yools eyes anxiously stared towards the outside while the door closed. Despite all the insignificant and harmless memories that Sang-Hoon had left behind, right now it did not seem incongruous at all that someone, him or whoever else, was lurking in the dark ready to spring out and barge in. Just as the door closed with a click and Na-Yool had turned to go to the upper floor, a sudden ringing startled her. Panicked, she quickly retracted her feet which were about to climb up the stairs and reflexively glued herself to the wall, only to feel her own action quite ridiculous the next second. She slowly lifted her cell phone up to her eyes, resolutely facing the unknown fear and determined to immediately throw the phone away if a strange call number was to be displayed. [President Kwon Si-Jin] A deep sigh of relief released itself from her abdomen. With just that one call, waves of reassurance surged in her heart. Na-Yool leaned on the wall and slowly resumed walking up to her apartment floor as she picked up the call. Hello? ?Where are you? In front of my apartment. Almost in. Literally. She indeed was pressing the dial keys. ?Did you part? What? ?With Lee Seung-Jae. We already parted a moment ago. ?What do you mean? What do you mean, Mr. President? Na-Yools body relaxed as she entered the room warmed by the boiler turned on. She adjusted the temperature as she mumbled a I forgot to turn it off again out of habit, when the slightly irritated voice on the other side sounded even more annoyed. ?You stuck to Lee Seung-Jae to hang out together on your way back I told you, we take the same train home. ?but did you really go home alone? While stuck to Lee Seung-Jae to hang out together clearly voiced out a form of displeasure, his last question was closer to a fist of anger. Na-Yool rebutted with agitation. Should I have brought him in then? Si-Jin smiled sharply as if he had heard something greatly offensive. ?That would be fun. Your tone does not sound so amused, though. ?Im not freaking amused. Si-Jins attitude flipped, as natural as ever, bluntly affirming he was not having fun. All in all, she really could not figure him out Na-Yool glanced down at her phone and pouted her lips. ?Why does this bastard insist on leaving work with you if he is not even going to take you all the way back home? How could he, he does not even have a car. Its just that we live in the same direction, and that we finished work around the same time Some grumpiness clouded Na-Yools eyes. It was strange for him to be angry that Seung-Jae did not take her right to her apartment door, when Si-Jin himself hated the fact that they had left together. Because, at the very least, it meant that Na-Yool reaching home not alone was more important to him than his irritation about her leaving with Seung-Jae. How could such a case not bring more wishful thinking? Na-Yool organized the clothes lying under her feet, in an attempt to ward any unnecessary thoughts off her mind. ?He doesnt even have a car, yet he dares? What a frugal bastard with nothing to show off. Saying it like that, it sounds like you are instead praising Lee Seung-Jae. As if he felt so too, Si-Jin remained silent for a moment. ?You ride together for only two stations, thats it. And walk up a few station stairs. But he would stick to you even like this just to exchange a few words with you, isnt he cute? Really, whats wrong with all of you Seung-Jae does not like me! ?Thats what you want to believe. That is not what I want to believe, it is a fact. Do you know what he told me today? ?How would I know? The voice was soft, but because it was, it rather sounded like a subtle how dare I pretend to know the deep meaning of that guys words grumbling. Of course, Na-Yool had become accustomed enough to Si-Jins vague way of speaking to ignore it. Chapter 76 He asked if I would not consider going on a blind date. ?So what? A cold tone, as if this information did not change the facts. What man would ask the woman he likes if she is interested in dating his friends? ?Surprisingly, just right there. Oh come on! ?He is sounding you out. Ah really, I told you its not like that! roared Na-Yool, almost stomping her feet in frustration. Did she have to justify herself everywhere she went over this matter? And why the hell did Seung-Jae not actively clarify things before it took such proportions? Because of this, Seung-Jaes reputation was being protected by Na-Yools outraged struggle alone. He has got standards, too. What nonsense are you ?Whats wrong with his standards? There are so many pretty girls around him, does it make sense that he would choose to like me among them? ?It does. ?It does, thats why. It simply was a short, honest reply, with no sign of teasing or mocking. Na-Yool stiffened on the spot, then awkwardly opened her mouth to answer back. Or at least, she tried, when ?Youre pretty, after all. Had her ears finally gone crazy? Si-Jins fathomless but genuine tone shortly bewitched Na-Yool. She violently shook her head to snap out of it and blurted out: That you are teasing me, right? ?Which part? All of it, from start to finish. From Lee Seung-Jaes issue to ?What would I gain from doing that? Isnt your pervert self actually planning on enjoying misleading me into foolishly misunderstanding things? Am I wrong? Na-Yool eloquently put forward her conspiracy theory. A low chuckle was heard from the other side of the phone. ?Youre more of a pervert, for making such an assumption just because of one compliment. Then why are you praising me, Mr. President? ?Because youre pretty. This is fishy, way too fishy ?If you want to be suspicious, do it at night and stop roaming alone. How many times do I have to tell you to be careful for the time being? I was careful! Gosh, nothing ever happened, but now I am scared every time I leave work because of you ?As I want it to be. To make sure you will be on guard. What should I do when I get off work now? ?What do you think? Go back in my car, of course. But that is just a temporary solution. Now I am scared of everyone, not only Lee Sang-Hoon. ?Then keep on riding in my car and be more careful. Not only was he shouldering the responsibility to be her driver despite his busy schedule, but he was even doing so with such nonchalance. But what? Keep on? ?Beware of Lee Seung-Jae too. Him, what is there to be wary of? ?Start by fixing that lack of sense of danger. If I started doubting him, that would not be doubt, but misunderstanding. I dont want to make an ugly scene. And who is as harmful to me as you are, Mr. President? If I was to be careful, it would be of you. Sexually harassing me as soon as you open your mouth ?Your body thinks differently though. See! Again, speaking like a lecherous old man ?I dont do anything you dont like. A shameless reply. But not quite wrong either. Na-Yool frowned and sheepishly averted her eyes towards the wall. As if Si-Jin stood in front of her. Though you always torment me. ?Because the more I torment you, the wetter you get. ?Youre a pervert who gets wet while weeping, you. Im hanging up. ?And who prefers I bite her nipples rather than suck it. Im hanging up, for good. ?And more than just touching, who prefers I pinch and twi- Si-Jins words cut off as Na-Yool hung up. She typed on her phone with a bright red face. [Drop it, and go do your things instead] 11:29 PM [You, sleep] 11:29 PM Why is his reply so Sharp like a knife, as if no flirting had happened just seconds ago. All the lewd thoughts his low and depraved voice made her mind bring forward quickly faded away with that single two-word-long reply. Seriously, why did he keep confusing her? The lewd thoughts soon were all gone, but Si-Jins face still floated around in her head. Na-Yool focused hard to bury the afterimage of his handsome face by recollecting their conversation from Sunday. He had clearly drawn a there is nothing more than this between us line in their relationship. And it was also a fact that Na-Yool herself felt relief from that line. So why should she care? Was she in the wrong for being confused since he himself was acting in a misleading way? Hence there was no need to worry. Rather, it was fortunate that she had been busy the past few days. Time had passed with no room for further dwelling about their relationship, and now she had become dull. Since there were no feelings to begin with, the matter is over. Yes. That is all there will be to it. It must While removing her makeup, Na-Yool avoided her own eyes in the mirror. Like pretending to be ignorant of her own shallow wishes. Just a little longer, even in this form, just a little longer As much as she can, she wants to be someone different in his eyes. To be more special than others, even in a superficial way. Maybe she knew it instinctively. That the moment she would like him, everything would change. The current tickling in her heart too, and the irrepressible smile that seeing him brings to her face, it all would end up weighing heavily on her. Chapter 19 C Thursday afternoon 3:50 p.m. Fumbling through his pocket in search of a pack of cigarettes, Seung-Jae forced his heavy eyelids which kept on lowering down to stay open. His fingers were numb, and he failed a couple of times to grab on the cigarettes. Just as a casual swearing was about to escape his throat, he held it back as part of his resolution to act more mature this year. Even after sleeping on his desk during the whole lunch break, sleepiness was still wrapped around him. He should not have checked his work emails yesterday night at home. At all hours, Ethical communications was always filled with people working, even from night to dawn, like wandering ghosts with unfinished business. Seung-Jae could have pretended to unfortunately not see the emails and slept early by pushing back the issue. But since he ended up opening it, he had to deal with it. Is there anything more bothering than receiving an email and leaving it unread? Opening them with that thought in mind, most people would deal with it right away. Besides, how busy with work must have been the sender to send it only at such a late hour? It had therefore only seemed proper to answer back at once. Hence, torn between that thought and his desire to lie down and sleep, Seung-Jae had painfully pondered over what to do. The answer was obvious. He would have to take care of it when he went to work anyway, and even if not for that issue, he most likely would work overtime. So the longer he delayed his task, only he would suffer since it would only make him work until an even later time. At this point, it had felt better to stay at home and quickly go through it. But his body was the problem. For him who slept more than anyone else, staying awake right now after spending half a night working was torture. Like a day in which every hour before returning home is slow and painful. Na-Yool, as his senior, often answered Seung-Jaes complaints with a dry Thats how things are opinion. Along with the lukewarm advice that life would be easier if he just gave up and focused on work. From Seung-Jaes point of view too, there was no other answer, so she was definitely a good senior. He recalled her words engraved in his heart as he stood by the window, looking like a zoo monkey to people passing by outside the building. If you want to trap smokers like criminals, you better drive them in a corner However, standing like an item displayed in a show window quite fit Seung-Jaes style. To the point he believed that the walking-by women who occasionally glanced at him were seeing him as something more than just a smoker smoking like a monkey trapped in a glass cage. Such was the by-product of living the life of a good-looking guy. But it is not like there was any profit to it anyway. Chapter 77 Seung-Jae was smoking a cigarette, standing with a handsome expression and his face purposely visible to all, when he suddenly turned around as if he had inadvertently choked on his tongue. With his personality, if it was not for Na-Yool, his senior, he would have kicked his desk and resigned in less than two months. In Na-Yools words, Seung-Jae was the type of artist who will always starve to death due to his indolence to consent. He was a talented person, an extremist who, when he was drawn to a concept, would even skip both meals and sleep for a few days to create a work of art. But incompetent with anything else. In a word, someone unfitting into the company. Someone who had no idea nor motivation when facing a task he did not want to do Because of that, the hardship was really excruciating. Of course, for Na-Yool. Even now, Seung-Jaes temperament was still the same. But now he had at least learnt to deal with it in a businesslike way, and had therefore undoubtedly become a different person. It was all thanks to Na-Yools care and patience. Seung-Jae remembered the moment when Na-Yool had smiled brightly and waved her hand through the closing door of the subway. How could there be no feelings The statement applied to either of them. To Na-Yool, who endured twice more of all kinds of work for him, and to Seung-Jae himself, who had to bear seeing her doing so every day while she did not even treat him as a man. No matter how good his seniors work guidance was, it was not enough to survive in this company. Because at Ethical Communications, once your work starts becoming a bit worthwhile, it is only the beginning of being crushed to death with more. Thats why, if she had not smiled like that back then Her smile had brought him comfort, had tricked his brain into thinking that this place was worth working for, after all, and somehow, while he hung tight to his job, it had caused such a shameful delusion. At first, and around that time, he thought that Na-Yool liked him. With absolute conviction, at that. Na-Yool had never shown any particular signs and never acted more friendly than necessary, but Seung-Jae somehow got mistaken then. As she was overall nice to him, it might have felt like finding a haven to rest his weary mind. Speculating that her moderate kindness and friendliness were the blatant proof of some sweet affection, he had found out she harbored hidden feelings for him. Hidden feelings, not even close! Seung-Jae, who had always been enjoying all the benefits of being handsome, could not even imagine the cold distance set by Na-Yool. He thought only unattractive losers were capable of such delusion For he had easily gotten womens favors and always been loved back by the ones he liked, he had taken this delusion as a self-evident fact. That is, until Na-Yool clearly drew a line over and over. Anything more was not possible. So, shall we reset the advertisement for the Gimpo Daewoon Hills condominium and toss it to Lavi? They seem very eager, judging from how they keep making attempts at it As he nipped his already half-consumed cigarette in a daze, a familiar voice and face drew Seung-Jaes consciousness back to the present. Kim PDs voice soaked in alcohol invading the smoking room, and Its problematic for sure, but theres no need to go so far as doing them any favor. an annoyingly conceited face, like being the ruler of this world. President Kwon. The instant he discovered Si-Jin, Seung-Jaes expression turned terribly sour, as if by instinct. But of course, he collected himself just as fast. His expression changed back in a flash to his usual demeanor. Youre right, but what if it gives the impression that we have thrown aside the client first? Eh, Lee Seung-Jae! With perfect timing, Kim PD noticed Seung-Jae and was delighted. The gaze that was on Kim PD naturally shifted towards Seung-Jae. He greeted the gaze with a bow of his head. Mr. President, Kim PD. Did you two enjoy lunch? Yes, we had a meeting with Gwangbo Pharmaceutical today. Thanks to the President, I was able to enjoy an expensive meal! How lucky. Where did you go? You know, in Yeoksam, the Japanese restaurant I told you about, where the food is to die for? Just the price for one sushi is how much was it anyway, there. Ah, got some fire? Seung-Jae respectfully lit the thin cigarette in Kim PDs mouth, then silently raised the lighter to Si-Jin with an interrogative look. I dont smoke. He plainly answered. Ah Is the President the same as us? He already quit such a bad habit! By the looks of it, Si-Jin seemed to have only stopped by in the middle of discussing with Kim PD. Seung-Jae nodded nervously and put out his cigarette. Kim PD, as one rare employee who does not walk on eggshells around Si-Jin, smoked his cigarette regardless of Si-Jins non-smoker status. But then, lo and behold, drove the whole conversation to an unexpected direction, completely stranding away from the original topic. By the way, Seung-Jae, how is it going? What is? You know, that thing with Kim Na-Yool. Ah, could it be that you dont know yet, Mr. President? That guy, with Kim Na-Yool, I heard they are dat Ive roughly heard. Si-Jin cut Kim PDs words off with a stern face. His usual cold and indifferent gaze drifted towards Seung-Jae, when sudden and inexplicable clouds of annoyance gathered in his shiny black eyes. I dont know what this look is for but He was fucked, for sure. Such was Seung-Jaes spontaneous first thought. Of all people, why did Kim PD say these words right in front of President Kwon?!? It was just this Monday that Seung-Jae had been ground down to his soul over last weeks work issue. It goes without saying that Na-Yool was the object of a special handling. Because when it came to Na-Yool, President Kwon always seemed to find fault with her, even in trivial things such as the way she breathes. But would Na-Yool and Seung-Jae dare leisurely flirt with each other in front of President Kwon? Only if they had a death wish! Whats wrong, Mr. President? Ah, Kim PD! Seung-Jae was desperate to shut Kim PDs mouth. However, it was impossible, and Kim PDs guilty gossiping tongue continued to chatter on in excitement. Oh, has it already spread this much? Even Mr. President, who is not interested in petty rumors, knows about it! Isnt it all because of you, Kim PD!?! Hang on, lets be clear. Arent you the one being too obvious? With that lovestruck gaze of yours when looking at Kim Na-Yool. No, you are wrong, really! What lovestruck gaze, looking at whom You punk, dare deny that again? Pretending to be deeply offended by Seung-Jae, Kim PD jokingly hooked his neck with his arm in a fake fist of anger. Seung-Jae pulled his head out of the grip with genuine annoyance. He then sputtered to Si-Jin: It is a false rumor, Mr. President. It is not true at all. What do you mean, not true! Wow, what a joke! Dont you think so, Mr. President? Mr. President, you know that Kim PD likes to ship people as he pleases, right? That, I know. Ouch, Im really disappointed. Even Mr. President treats me like this But its not baseless talk either. Isnt it? Si-Jin, who seemed to agree with Seung-Jaes words a second ago, dropped a casual bomb. His indifferent isnt it caught Seung-Jae off guard, flipping his brain over. Kim PD promptly raised his head towards him with a triumphant air. Exactly! Like Mr. President said, its not totally groundless! Hold on, what tells you that there is something between me and her?!? I swear, there is nothing! If you keep this up, I will get scolded by Ms. Na-Yool. How, how will she scold you? By showering you with love? You are killing me, really! Mr. President, do you not hate such childish word play? Please do something about this mouth! Its bearable. Chapter 78 So please keep talking. suggested Si-Jin in an absolutely non-suggestive tone along with a shrug. Seung-Jaes head was already filled with the wronged-and-disgusted unique expression Na-Yool would make on occasion. He vehemently protested. We, office dating that kind of thing, we really do not have the time for it, and we are only working diligently. Please believe me. Hey, Lee Seung-Jae. He may not look like it, but our President doesnt particularly have any prejudices towards office couples. So theres no need for you to deny it so hard. You know the saying, right? A strong denial is the same as a strong acknowledgment. Kim PD, Ms. Na-Yool truly hates things like this. At this rate, I will really get ditched by my senior. After all, she is the kind to reject it even if a coworker follows her around to confess. She said countless times until my ears rang that she would never date a coworker. Honestly she should have got rid of someone like you way sooner. Look at her now, always covering for you because she made the mistake to keep you around. If its not love, what is it? True love it is! Ahh, you are driving me crazy! The more I hear, its quite funny. Who was it who didnt clearly deny it until now? A surprise attack landed from an unexpected mouth. Seung-Jae was struck dumb on the spot as his lips twitched without a sound, while the bewildered Kim PD turned towards Si-Jin. Indeed, this kid, Mr. President right from the start, he didnt even speak for himself properly. No matter how much we teased him in his face Right, for example, Lee Seung-Jae, what if I were you? What if I have no relationship whatsoever with Na-Yool, that not only is dating not on the table, but that we dont even have a shred of interest for each other? Wouldnt I feel wrong? What would you do, Mr. President? Kim PD addressed Si-Jin, then shifted to Seung-Jae as his interlocutor, only to come back to Si-Jin. An incomparable confusion ongoing. Si-Jin looked at Kim PD with an apathetic look ? he did not seem to be listening very seriously ? while Seung-Jaes eyes revealed a great restlessness. Normally, wouldnt it feel unpleasant? Well, Kim Na-Yool is quite pretty so Seung-Jae potentially would not dislike the idea. But even so, how could he be happy with the rumors when its not true? Even if they really were dating, he would have strongly denied it for the sake of covering it up! No, Kim PD, wait a minute, that If you cant confidently act your age, shouldnt you deny it right away and feign displeasure if someone teases you about you and her dating? Pressured by Kim PDs insistence on the matter, there was no room to fundamentally contest the unending flow of his absurd reasoning. Seung-Jae gulped dryly. His throat burned as he felt like his heart got exposed bare in the open. Right, maybe that kind of misunderstanding, for a moment No, for more than a moment, it might have made him happy. He did not protest like Na-Yool, who clearly denied it but it is not like he had admitted it either! Feeling wrongly accused, Seung-Jae narrowed his eyes. The rumor just was not worth arguing, nor was it serious enough for him to deny it, which is why he did not bother earnestly defending himself. Because a denial would hype people even more. Just like right now. As for the rumor, the very man himself did not even initiate it. It was solely the fruit of others fervent gossiping, these same people hell-bent on teasing him despite knowing they were the origin of the rumor. They were just too excited that something worth gossiping finally happened in the eventless company. Thats why, while Seung-Jae admitted his tiny mistake to have simply let the matter slide with an awkward smile, he could not erase the feeling that he was being slandered. But you didnt do it, did you? continued Kim PD. Only Kim Na-Yool refuted the rumor to each person she met while stamping her feet, till her mouth bled and her legs were sore. But you, you just kept giggling stupidly by her side. Why could that be? I dont know if you meant for people to misunderstand or wanted to state the facts, but in any case, you seem in favor of letting rumors run. Seung-Jaes rebuttal did not pass his lips. He simply could not believe that he would ever get stabbed in the right spot by an old geezer who acts as he pleases and never listens to others. After all, it was true that he had deliberately let the rumors spread. Because even if it was fake, it had shortly felt good. Like being intoxicated by the childish feeling of having the privilege to have your name written next to your crushs Seung-Jae silently cursed in his heart. He wished he could dig himself a hole to disappear in. Whether its a misunderstanding or a rumor, isnt it a pretext to see your name associated with Kim Na-Yools? If nothing else, its what it looks to me. Youre saving yourself a seat. Else, why would you want this seat so much? Because you at least think of her as something else than a coworker. At a slightly different level than Na-Yool thinks of you. Yes, something more. Kim PD was still relentlessly hitting the bulls eye with his uselessly sharp tongue. One could only be amazed at his flagrant ineptitude to read the room. Really, it is not like that. Whatever, I know you really like her Arent I right, Mr. President? As Kim PD spurted with an interrogative tone, Si-Jin and Seung-Jaes eyes collided in mid-air. Si-Jin slowly smiled and answered in a flat voice. To some extent. He was clearly smiling, yet his eyes were like glaring at someone that was worthless than a human. Seung-Jae immediately imputed this glare to Kim PDs rambling. If it was not for Si-Jin, maybe, disregarding his age and position, he would have rushed to urge Kim PD to shut up. See. Even Mr. President thinks so. See what Seung-Jae started muttering to himself, when he noticed Kim PDs thick-skinned Did I take it too far? expression. To make this face after attacking his sore spots again and again So spiteful! And above all, in front of President Kwon It reaaally is not like that. I swear! Unlike when he shallowly contested the rumor by Na-Yools side while she was losing her mind denying it, this time Seung-Jae was brimming with sincerity. You should have fervently denied it like this from the start! What a fool. Kim PD, pwease stap. begged Seung-Jae between clenched teeth, causing Kim PD to finally realize the seriousness of the situation. He tried to study Seung-Jaes face. Seung-Jae, on the other hand, studied Si-Jins. His smile when he had said to some extent was still the same. Yet, Seung-Jae instinctively could not let go of the impression that he was fucked. Si-Jin unhurriedly spoke up. A good conduct causes no harm, but a poor conduct rarely results in any gain. Especially men. Such as, this case, in which Mr. Lee Seung-Jae, regardless of the other partys will, unilaterally kept his mouth shut with the aim to take advantage of the aftereffect. Si-Jin was still smiling dashingly. Smiling, while striking down Seung-Jae with a final men ought to conduct themselves at work blow. So make sure to behave, Mr. Lee-Seung-Jae. It sounded like a joke, but never would the listener take it as such. Si-Jin had articulated Seung-Jaes name as if reading it out from his employee badge for the first time, giving off a full sense of distance. The conviction that he was fucked was now absolute. The oblivious Kim PD playfully nodded his head next to him while dropping some He means you should be careful~ lines, worthy of a eunuch counselor resonating to the King he serves. But then. Well, speaking of the devil. It goes for our Ms. Kim Na-Yool here too. mumbled Kim PD as he turned his head halfway. At these words, Si-Jin and Seung-Jae looked in sync through the smoking rooms glass. And after 2 seconds, only Seung-Jaes stiff eyes moved back to Si-Jin. What the heck? Chapter 79 Sometimes suspicion sparks with the most trivial things. Eyes seemingly inadvertently following someones movement. The flittering warmth in the gaze of a certain someone looking at another Yes, these sorts of things, rather than the overtly obvious ones. There should not be any specific reason for Si-Jin to stare at Na-Yool. Nor should there be any special feeling behind it. Of course, in a bad sense, she seemed special to Si-Jin as an employee but But by no means in that way. Seung-Jae observed with confused thoughts Si-Jins eyes, still fixed on Na-Yool in a sort of soft gaze, yet somewhat lubricious. He then took a glance at Na-Yool who, unaware of anything, was walking to a cafe with another employee. And once again, he looked at the spiteful President Kwons face. And once more, at the joyful smile of his senior. Ah, it cant be These two, these two, could it be no, it cant. With someone from work, absolutely not! Na-Yools overly disgusted face popped into Seung-Jaes mind. Though to be honest, she only made that face when he was the one to kind of test her waters. He hence crossed Na-Yool from his suspect list. But then, could it be President Kwon who! Si-Jin unhurriedly drew his gaze back on Seung-Jae. As their eyes met, a wide smile spread on Si-Jins clear-cut face, emotionless a moment before. The sense of disharmony was twice stronger than the smile itself. This . . . was not a smile. Excuse me for a moment. requested Si-Jin with a slight tap on Kim PDs shoulder. The plastered on dazzling smile ? which would blind even men ? was still directed at Seung-Jae, who immediately understood its meaning. Not its exact meaning, but at least roughly. Whatever you saw just now, if you stupidly run your mouth, Ill kill you. A deadly threat In any case, he was about to turn around, when Si-Jin evaded the smoking room in an instant. Seung-Jae stared at his back striding away with a rotten expression on his face. Na-Yool was engaged in a sprightly conversation and did not seem to notice Si-Jins presence until he was standing right in front of her. A surprised expression immediately showed on her face. At any other time, it could have looked like a childish but cute scene of playfully surprising her, but at the moment it seemed more like a jump scare from a thriller. Seung-Jae squinted his eyes and peered at them. He could hear Kim PD saying something next to him, but even without listening, he knew it was most likely meaningless babble anyway. Ignoring him, Seung-Jae slowly bypassed Kim PD and left the smoking room. Meanwhile, Na-Yool excused herself with a gesture to her colleague Min-Young and stood a few steps away together with Si-Jin. Na-Yools eyebrows crinkled, as if she was immersed in some serious discussion about work. Si-jins face, who leaned slightly towards her, was as cold and indifferent as usual, but also Seung-Jae, while staring intensely at this not so unusual chain of events, stood next to Min-Young who was standing by herself. You scared me! When did you come here? Seung-Jae? Despite Min-Youngs quiet overreaction, Seung-Jae kept pinning his eyes, apparently deaf to his surroundings. One look at Na-Yools grave expression, one look at Si-Jins cold face, then back on Na-Yool, and then on Si-Jin The pair of eyes observing them back and forth was now similar to a machine. With such persistence, it could even burn holes through. Paying no mind to Min-Youngs skeptical gaze on him, he tried hard to find any evidence. With his eyes so questioningly squinted that they seemed almost closed, as if he wanted to get caught. Fishy. It was definitely fishy. Even if he could not see any suspicious clues, something was fishy for sure. Actually, the fact that there was no suspicious clue was even more suspicious. Be it the person on the right or the one on the left, they both were suspicious Seung-Jae looked at them with an unresolved skeptical feeling. Although both wore unenthusiastic expressions, Seung-Jaes gut feeling shouted it was fishy. He was sure of it Isnt the President weirder than me? What? Min-Young, who was looking down at her phone, asked with a jolt, not understanding what Seung-Jae had said. He slowly turned his head towards her. She did not seem to fathom at all his delusional suspicion. Even with the questionable President Kwon and Na-Yool right in front of her. The reason was simple. It is because it was something Si-Jin usually did. Maybe it had been his intention, so that no one would ever be suspicious. Even more so, not even Na-Yool herself. Seung-Jae noticed a faint smile lit on Na-Yools face only to disappear right away, but he made little of it. His gaze moved back on Si-Jin. All doubts started with this stone-faced man. Oh, Seung-Jae! Just as she was done with Si-Jin, Na-Yool discovered Seung-Jae on her way back to Min-Young and greeted him joyfully. He answered with a nod and glanced again at Si-Jin, who looked back at him. Unlike a moment ago, he was not smiling but the impact was the same. A threat not to pull any crap. A deathly glare, ready to slaughter him if he dared breath a single reckless word. I was on my way to have coffee with Min-Young, would you like some too? Im buying. No, thank you. It was as if his tongue was controlled by the killing stare fixed on him. After Seung-Jae unconsciously rejected Na-Yools kindness, a blank sensation enveloped him. Alright, then. Na-Yool nodded and turned away, when Seung-Jae suddenly shouted. Wait! What? Please buy me one. Coffee. he said loud and clear like a primary school student reading a textbook as he straightforwardly locked eyes with Si-Jin. It was a somewhat smooth pronunciation, but overall, in a moderately awkward and earnest tone. Americano? Lets go together and I will think about it there. Out of 70% of unyielding pride and 30% of goddamn curiosity, Seung-Jae took a peek at Si-Jin as he stuck to Na-Yools side. Ah. Like a blow to the head, an instinctive epiphany struck him hard. Could it be that he was fucked for good? Chapter 20 C Thursday evening 7:44 p.m. The new project ended sooner than expected. Thanks to the client giving his approval in the early afternoon, Na-Yool was done with work and happily looking forward to going home ahead of time. It was 7:35pm on the clock. At Ethical Communications, something like a time for an early dinner between colleagues. [Im leaving work now] 7:35 PM Since Si-Jin would not be satisfied until he took Na-Yool back personally, what else could she do? With that thought in mind, she sent the message with a pretty coy feeling. But maybe because he was busy, there was no reply. [Mr. President, today, since I finally got the chance, I want to leave work early] 7:42 PM [I dont have work left anyway] 7:43 PM [A day like this is rare, so] 7:43 PM [Mr. President] 7:44 PM She sent a few more messages, but still no reply. After all, it was a very busy time. To him, an early evening like this was, with only a small exaggeration, just the same as a morning rising after already spending 12 hours dealing with his daily work. But this was Si-Jins choice as a workaholic. Although she worked as diligently as an ant, Na-Yool ultimately was but a simple employee to whom even 5 or 10 minutes of her evening were precious. With no work left to do, she had no time to waste by staying here. She organized her desk, which had not much to pack, and checked her phone. Si-Jins consideration probably did not extend to the excessive attention of driving her home at such an early and safe time. Since he had told her to report to him when she left work, she did. But knowing how busy he was, she really did not want him to drive her back. Because to hear that he had to go back to the company after dropping her off just did not sit well with her. And sometimes I get intoxicated by some weird feelings as well Chapter 80 Did you not go home yet? Huh? Ah, I was about to. Then, would you mind waiting? I also finished a lot sooner than I thought, so lets go out and have dinner together. Ah I The words Ive got plans got stuck in just before they passed her throat. She remembered that barely 30 minutes earlier she had gloated Im leaving work early and have nothing to do today, so all Ive left to do is go home and watch TV for the first time in a while!. Why could she never come up with a believable lie in such a situation?!? Its my treat. That time, Ms. Na-Yool covered once again for me, so I should. I always say that I would buy you a meal, but we kept having lunch at different times Why would you treat me again? Its ok, theres no need to. I know you like sushi. She really did like sushi. Temptation inadvertently appeared on her face, but she immediately came back to her senses. Hey, forget it. It was not worth it for you to treat me. A few days ago, a friend introduced me to a delicious sushi restaurant. I thought you would definitely like it And since we could not go to the dinner party last time, too. Okay then, lets go there together next time. Are you tired? Seung-Jae asked tactfully, but she could not answer that. Because, only an hour ago, she had verbally rejoiced about how especially spirited and full of energy she felt today! Then lets just have a light dinner and go home. She had herself boasted about being not tired, having no appointment, ending work with nothing to do at home except watching TV. Her hands were tied. However, she could not either openly say, No thanks, because you are less important to me than lying on the floor and watching TV. Naturally, in her head, TV was far more superior than anything else. But people did not need to know that. When she snapped out of it, she and Seung-Jae were sitting in a small kaiten-zushi restaurant about a 10-minute walk away from the company. Seung-Jae, that one. This one? Am I crazy? Would I come here to eat a simple sushi with egg on top? Aah, this one then. Although Seung-Jae was pointing all along at the tuna sushi, what he ended up kindly placing in front of Na-Yool was the squid one. Did he really not get it, or was that inherent thrift? Whatever the case, it was nice too, so she let it slide and ate the piece of sushi in one mouthful. The cold and chewy texture filled her mouth. He said it was a good restaurant, but it was in fact so delicious that Na-Yool completely forgot the uneasiness she felt about ditching Si-Jin and their going-back-from-work-together agreement. It was not that late, anyway. From what she heard just as she left work, the Video Team had been arguing with Si-Jin in the conference room since 7pm. So at least, they would not be done until 9pm. She finally had the chance to leave work early. Even setting aside Seung-Jaes non-rejectable invitation, it would be a shame just to waste that time waiting for Si-Jin. As long as she safely came back home in the meantime, all was good But who knows how the heck he realized that she was having such complacent thoughts! Na-Yool nonchalantly took out her vibrating cellphone, only to turn it over as if she had seen a ghost at the four words [President Kwon Si-Jin] that appeared on the screen. And simultaneously, pressed the power button on the side of the phone to silence it. He probably didnt see it right? His mind most likely focused on the shrimp sushi as it happens, Seung-Jae put the sushi in his mouth and asked with an oblivious face: Are you not picking up? Its a voice phishing call. How do you know? Arent all unknown call numbers like that? Oh, it was an unknown number. Its really a problem, I tell you. Real banks and credit card companies have been complaining that making a single phone call with customers is very difficult because of fake ones spreading unchecked. Seung-Jae lamented over social issues as he chewed his shrimp sushi, unlike himself. Na-Yool perfunctoryly nodded. Hm, right. At that moment, a short vibration rang from the phone, laying face down to indicate that a message had arrived. Na-Yool only glanced at the phone with no intention to check, when Seung-jae pointed his chin towards it. Ms. Na-Yool, you received a message. It must be a promotional message from a shopping mall or something. What kind of promotional message would come at this hour? Dont belittle how things are done nowadays. At any rate, I have never seen you check things like this in a timely manner. Its not even working hours, so theres nothing really important going on anyway. Na-Yool quietly picked up the phone while filling the conversation with no substance. [President Kwon Si-Jin] [Where are you] 8:09 PM That man, he indeed had a knack for sniffing things out! Na-Yool answered with a swift and concise reply. [Eating] 8:09 PM As soon as she placed it on the table, the phone vibrated again. Ms. Na-Yool, another? She grabbed her phone, and her thumbs swooshed on the screen before Seung-Jae could finish speaking. [And so, where] 8:10 PM [Near the company. Seung-Jae said he was treating me] 8:10 PM [Who did what?] 8:10 PM [Seung-Jae, as thanks for covering for him on Monday] 8:10 PM [Really trying it all, isnt he] 8:11 PM [Trying what all?] 8:11 PM Si-Jins incoherent message, which was most likely sent during a brief break in the middle of his meeting, cut off there. Na-Yool faintly wrinkled her eyebrows but soon rejoiced after seeing the new gold plate that Seung-Jae had placed in front of her. (T/N: Sushi plates in such restaurants come in various colors depending on the price of the sushi. A gold one is an expensive one, therefore Na-Yools remark below!) Can you really afford to spend money like this? It is not like you eat that much anyway. Im a big eater, no kidding you. Dont underestimate me, your bank account balance is in my mouth! Then feel free to empty my pockets and take responsibility. What responsibility, you said you would treat me, right? As a thank-you? I believe in your sense of responsibility. Dont, theres no such a thing. You would at least give me some living expenses. And if I am broke, you can take me in for a while. You must have lost it! Why would I live with you? Youre neither a dog nor cute enough. If I am cute as a dog, would you take me in? Although as a dog sounded like a cuss, his tone was undoubtedly cheery. Feeling somewhat burdened by his gleaming face, Na-Yool pushed him by the shoulder in a repulsed manner and muttered: So what, are you telling me to eat my fill or not I trust your conscience too. Thats a dont eat then. I am joking. You can eat up to 30 plates. Is your respect for your senior only worth 30 plates? As she berated Seung-Jae, her flipped-down phone rang again. She picked it up in a flash and checked the message. [Call me after youre done eating] 8:16 PM Who is it? Hm? Just curious, since you seem bothered by it since earlier. Ah just a friend. From back in college. Na-Yool sent a short [ok] reply to the suddenly college-classmate-turned Si-Jin and observed Seung-Jae with attention. Did he maybe notice something? She felt that she was uncontrollably nervous but hid it quite naturally. As for Seung-Jae, he still had the face of an obedient junior. He nodded his head and went on. By the way, about Kim PD. Last week, when he went to Gwangju with Park PD The topic soon shifted. Na-Yool subconsciously tightened her lips to conceal a relieved expression. But she did not realize that Seung-Jaes face vaguely clouded upon seeing it. Chapter 81 Quickly getting tired after receiving Si-Jins messages, Na-Yool finished her meal, gulped down a cup of coffee with Seung-Jae after, and left the place as soon as she was done. It was not that her body got tired, but rather that it needed more energy to stay longer there. Unbelievably, just because of a few messages from Si-Jin. Even if her mind was locked on him, this was overdoing it! She was about to feel sorry for herself. Seung-Jae, who was not aware of her inner situation, pushed Na-Yool in a taxi and took it upon himself to accompany her to the front of her apartment complex. Not only was he feeling bad about not taking her all the way home yesterday, but he also convinced her by mentioning her safety in anticipation of any next unpredictable move the stalking ex-boyfriend would take. Na-Yool had, therefore, no reason to refuse. It bothers me, so how can I just go, Ms. Na-Yool? Thanks to this, Na-Yool, who unintentionally stood up Si-Jin for two days in a row, parted with Seung-Jae only in front of her house, full of apprehension. Seung-Jae briefly got off the taxi with her to give a short greeting, then quickly got back in and left. Just like his sole purpose was to drop her off, without any other meaning. As expected. Na-Yool turned back, feeling once again somehow relieved by his indifferent attitude. But still It would not be suitable to keep receiving that kind of stress. Even if he meant nothing else, and no matter how important it was to hide her relationship with Si-Jin Maybe I should tell them Ill be living at a friends house from tomorrow on She could not figure at all the reason why men were suddenly freaking out over taking her home. Even her ex-boyfriends had diligently never shown up before. Although things had turned this way because of one problematic one of them Is it thanks to Lee Sang-Hoon? Wait, no. Thanks to was not a word to use in moments like this. Na-Yool glanced at her cellphone with an apprehensive look as she climbed the stairs to the apartment. Sang-Hoon had been silent since that day. To the extent that Si-Jins extreme and hostile concerns paled in comparison. Hence Seung-Jaes worries also sounded excessive. Yet somehow Na-Yool pressed the dial key and stared anxiously at the invisible blind spot beyond the stair landing. She kept getting an uneasy and creepy feeling. If this was the intended result of Si-Jins brainwashing, then he had programmed a very successful one. She clenched her teeth and closed the door. Na-Yool, who had stood in the hallway and looked at her cell phone ominously for a while, finally opened the chat window and stared at the interrupted conversation. [Finished eating and am currently drinking coffee. Seung-Jae said he would take me home] 8:42 PM [So today I think there is no need to bother yourself, Mr. President] 8:42 PM The message was sent 40 minutes ago. There was no reply from Si-Jin, who was in all likelihood still in the meeting. The funny thing was that just reading their brief exchange of messages had given her a pretty deep sense of relief. In addition to the doors automatic closing, Na-Yool secured the latch and futilely turned the doorknob to check that the door was locked correctly. While considering once again if she had to go to a friends house on the weekend As soon as she trudged in and dropped on the small two-seater sofa to lean back, sudden fatigue she had not been aware of until now overcame her. You just have to endure tomorrow. Holding that thought, she closed her eyes when Si-Jins smiling face from this afternoon flashed in, followed by the darkness above the stair landing that she could see right away if she got out. Her head was in chaos. Good things were coming to mind, soon followed by bad ones Good, uh? So that is how she felt about a faint smile from Si-Jin Now she honestly thought of it as good, was that it? As she turned her head and leaned back on the sofa, her somewhat pitiful face was reflected in the mirror on the wall. She sighed heavily in pity for her own self and stood up. She pulled out a cleansing tissue and nervously wiped off her makeup when her cellphone rang a beat later. [T/N: Obviously, she is feeling conflicted by the fact that she is falling deeper for Si-Jin.] Na-Yool glanced down at the hand holding the tissue, then resigned herself to go to the bathroom where she was already heading. That was clearly what she meant to do. Yet. Hello? Na-Yool hurriedly pulled out a tissue and wiped her hands, and picked up Si-Jins call just before it might stop ringing. ?You really dont listen. Didnt you say the problem was that Seung-Jae did not properly take me home after work? So today I came home safely. Thanks to Seung-Jae. ?Do you really think thats the only problem? Its okay, I guess. You are busy anyway. She tilted her head, lodged her phone between her shoulder and her ear, and pulled out another tissue. She sat down on the sofa, as if subconsciously expecting the call to be a long one. As she meticulously removed her makeup while checking herself in the distant mirror, Si-Jin let out an annoyed sigh into her ear. ?I wish you could not talk. Shouldnt it be my line? I dont know what this is about, but if you are having it tough, Mr. President, I will do my utmost to make it even harder on you. [T/N: Shes basically saying that she will not shut up xD] ?You smart mouth. Not backing down even one step, I see. While Si-Jin spoke, Na-Yool could hear the swift ruffling of papers being flipped through in the background. He seemed to be in the middle of working. The sight of him sitting at his deck popped into her mind: that office, that desk Na-Yool hurriedly erased the picture in her head before her face blushed hard. ?So, youre home? Yes, which is why I picked up your call this time. ?You make it sound like youre having an affair with me. There is nothing good about being caught anyway. I am just being careful. Her words had a distinct hence you should praise me undertone. However, the answer Si-Jin threw back was totally out of expectation. ?Why, are you ashamed of me? So cheesy! As Na-Yool thought that it did not suit him, she realized the matter was that, in fact, it did too well. She sighed. You know you are being ridiculous, right? You should also know who would be in more trouble if people find out. ?You cant mean me, is it? Obviously, it is you, Mr. President. In fact, Na-Yool had always thought that only women would be on the losing end facing such a situation but, since life had blessed him with many things, was Si-Jin not someone who had much to lose with a single mishap? As long as the man involved was Si-Jin, both sides would suffer damage. ?I dont think it would put me in a tight spot, though. You must be kidding. ?Really. What a great bluff! Then what will you do if I go around spilling the beans about it? ?I should be the one asking. It seems like you already forgot, but I first threatened you with the same warning. A playfulness permeated Si-Jins tone. Acting proper yet openly threatening her that wannabe hoodlum! The shadow of his strait-laced face suddenly turning into his characteristic smug floated in front of Na-Yools eyes. How she wished her conscience was sane enough to feel disgusted every time this illusion manifested itself! Instead of feeling an irrepressible sinful itch inside and out! Chapter 82 Na-Yool replied with a snort. Precisely, this is the follow-up story of the original threat. The boss used his power to force a weak and poor employee to sleep with him, sexually abusing her? ?Abuse, as if! Her snort got covered by a bigger snort, shooting down her lame excuse. Na-Yool threw the cleansing tissues in the dustbin and answered calmly. I am just saying; it would be in my favor to narrate it like this. In that regard, at least, I have the advantage. So be on guard. ?So ultimately, whos doing the threatening? Of course you are, Mr. President. ?Yet arent you the one currently threatening me? A timely sneaky attack. However, Na-Yool still maintained her calm composure. Whatever, outsiders will see it as I said it anyway. ?Actually, thinking back, you threatened me first at the beginning. Si-Jins apparent lack of concern over who was threatening who unnerved Na-Yool even more. What made him so confident?! It could not be that he trusted her?! More precisely, he had countered her threat with one of his own, and in the process of blocking one threat with another, a weird additional one had been made out of the blue. [T/N: This takes us back way to the beggining of the story, when Na-Yool threatened to report him for masturbating in front of her, then he turned it against her to coerce her instead. She is now doing the same thing, and so is he. But lets be honest, theyre just flirting in a weird way here ???? ] Maybe Wait, could he be threatening her with other things? She racked her brain to draw the strands together, almost within her grasp but to no vain. Now she could not even recall anything anymore. Why was it that all she could find in her memory was them having abnormal discussions? Indeed, nonsensical ramblings are meant to be easily forgotten. After rummaging through her hazy and somewhat smutty memories, Na-Yool gave up. I guess we both just are out of our minds. And not moderately, but thoroughly so. The first threat is of a different category and circumstance than the current one. Her phrasing sounded so grand; no wonder it was received with a mocking yet endearing chuckle. Na-Yool could not even get mad at him. ?Ah, so its a separate case? Yes, of course That thing, in your office ?My dick? Not that. ?Me masturbating? His casualness made it sound like dick and masturbation were synonyms of ice-cream and cake. The audacity of voicing such obscene words as if they instead were sweet ones! Na-Yools face immediately flushed as she answered back. Yes, that. ?It cant be that youre still ashamed of saying the word even now? Traces of teasing colored Si-Jins inquiring tone. As if. Unyielding, Na-Yool replied by clearly enunciating each sentence. My point is, if back then, Mr. President, the issue was that you were masturbating in your office ?The main point is that now we have already banged together a dozen times. I know. She had finally succeeded in using one obscene word, only to be slapped back with an even dirtier one. It is not that I am ashamed, only that I am aware how lewd it is! How many times have I told you not to speak so crudely! ?To get you wet, dig in and ejaculate. Whatever you call it, its the same thing. It is not, to someone with a minimum of common sense. ?Ah, so thats why people always classily call it sex. Si-Jin answered in a soft and sweet, understanding tone, without the slightest sarcasm, as if acknowledging that people deal with things in different ways. Like saying, Oh, so you are like that. Really, he only was sweet when saying such vulgar words. How did we end up having such a dirty conversation again? Na-Yool muttered with remorse. ?Isnt it because you are also responsible for our classy sex? Classy, my arse. How many more days did it take for them to have a normal intercourse in bed after first having sex in his office? Although it was odd for anyone to seek class in a sexual intercourse, their relationship was wide of the mark to find even a speck of it. ?Half stakes put in this relationship are yours, so whats the use of washing your hands off after so long? Just accept it. If you know that I resolutely cannot accept such vulgarity, then it is time for you to give up your innate lecherous mindset. ?Thanks to you, I already gave up everything I could. Is there anything left for me to surrender? Where is this coming from? Na-Yools voice was filled with genuine incredulity. Si-Jin answered as if struck with even greater astonishment. ?How kind and well-behaved Ive been these days Excuse me? ?I cant understand how you would not know. What are you saying Compared to the beginning, he had indeed significantly settled down. Still, not to the extent that he could boast about it with his own mouth! ?Ah, I do have a decisive example to prove myself. ? ?Even now, you dont know that my boy is up, do you? The confession was so unexpected, Na-Yool almost nodded in acknowledgment. Right, I didnt know Because usually, who would get an erection in the middle of an unrelated and casual discussion Lost in thought, she belatedly snapped awake at the hard and hurriedly refuted him. What the heck, now I know! ?But you didnt. See, how Ive been filtering my words nowadays Now that I know, whats the point! And why, so suddenly, getting up ?I easily get hard. Didnt you know? Si-Jin was weirdly treating it like Na-Yool was the only person oblivious to this fact. What was even weirder was that she almost complied with it. I know. I know, but What the hell do I know! I know nothing of this filthy act, nothing As she swallowed the following words along with an absurd scoff, Na-Yool turned solemn. I dont need to know it has reached that point. ?I think you want to know, though. And see it, too. Not at all. ?Now that you know, you want to see it, dont you? How tall you made it stand. He talked of his unrestrained naughty thing as if talking about an absolutely harmless and cute little animal. Like when people would ask, Dont you want to see the little rabbit you left behind last time or The puppy wants to see you. Though Na-Yool had no rabbit or puppy and hence had never heard such words. Please dont conveniently lump me together as the same kind of beast you are. ?Besides, its been a while since you last saw it. Three days is usually not considered a long time. ?Four days. Si-Jin even had the leisure to be accurate. What does it matter Really, I cant believe you are doing such a filthy thing as masturbating. ?I didnt. That thing right now, it is filthy. That ?Erection? If you understand, just keep it in your heart. No need to say it out loud. ?I didnt make it stand; you did. I did not! ?Its even more vicious if you dont know. Or maybe she was a natural at it. This muttering, although usual coming from Si-Jin, was instead vicious. Na-Yool furrowed her brows. I dont need to see to know that you are, once again, by yourself in an ill-suited place, your disgusting thing pulled out ? Its zipped up, no worries. For now, Si-Jin added, his voice infused with wild naughtiness. In contrast to his crazed desire, there was in Na-Yools voice not a hint of excitement about hearing about his boner. No, you probably did something lewd. I am sure of it. Right? And then, you called me on purpose, to listen to my voice to do something more perverted ?Dont twist the truth. If I had got it up myself like you say, I would have already cleanly jerked it all off before calling you. Thats what is filthy. That. It cannot be clean. ?Dont be disappointed, well try that next time when I have more free time. Chapter 83 I am not disappointed. Never will. And I am not twisting anything either. To begin with, it would be fine as long as you were not such a pervert. But you are one beyond salvation, Mr. President. ?It wasnt even intentional. How much of a pervert are you to get such a lewd reaction even unintentionally ?If one is to be praised, it should be the one who unintentionally made me hard. Dont you agree? When the hell did I ever! ?When you were gloating about who is more likely to get in trouble if people find out about us, I think? Mr. President, can you manage in your everyday life? Na-Yool asked in a sigh, after being stunned speechless for a few seconds. She did not even want to ask what was exciting about her previous words, nor what had got him triggered. What is the point in knowing such a depraved perverts train of thought? Even if she knew, she would not understand. Then, a familiar cursory reply came back. I generally can. Right, surprisingly, he was capable of it. ?As long as you dont arbitrarily set me on fire like this. That is precisely what not being able to manage is. Mr. President, you truly cant handle your urges in your daily life. ?I just have to jerk it off. Such a pervert, what is the use of talking ?Keep talking. Just like this, with contempt. What are you going to do while listening? ?Cum. His insane answer was short and clear. Its sense of purpose was so simple and dull that she almost suspected he was playing her with lies. For example, contrary to what he had affirmed, his lower half was in fact at rest and well-behaved. But Na-Yool soon changed her mind. After all, he was a sicko. If you must cum, do it in hell. Thats where perverts like you should go. ?Then I might meet you there? Never. I am not a pervert, after all. Si-Jin blatantly sneered in response, infuriating Na-Yool even more. [T/N: She is not really angry, but more like acting coy, as always.] Stop framing me as a depraved person on the excuse that you are one! ?Framing? Well, if you want to think so, sure. Besides, I have enough with meeting you while alive, why mention such a disgusting thing as meeting even after death The laughter coming back this time was not a sneer. It was a burst of soft and sweet laughter that did not fit the situation. ?If you go there first, wait for me. How could one use such a sweet voice to speak about the afterlife It was an even more out-of-this-world experience for Na-Yool than when she first woke up in his bed. Why would I wait there for you, Mr. President? No, besides I will never go to the same place as you. Since unlike you, I dont even belong there. Wait me, are you actually discussing the afterlife with Kwon Si-Jin? It was the kind of pointless conversation she would have had with her silly boyfriend from high school. However, who knew she would have it with a man who was the utmost opposite of being dumb. Yet, Si-Jin answered in all seriousness, making the conversation seem even more silly. ?First of all, theres a high probability that Ill live longer. For sure. This is the most unpleasant thing I have ever heard from you. No way! ?No way? Mr. Workaholic, are you not underestimating the danger of overworking? So you obviously wont live long, but I will, implied Na-Yool with great confidence. ?Im estimating it well enough. For someone who estimates it well enough, you ?Which is precisely why Im handling my urges, my butt, no, my dick off. [T/N: Si-Jins reasoning is: lots of work = frequent masturbation needed, since it helps him focus on work.] Na-Yool doubted that Si-Jin could masturbate to death to the degree that such a humongous dick would fall off. But when she remembered the color of his smoothie shot straight from hell, she was assuredly convinced. [T/N: People masturbating regularly tend to have clearer semen than people who masturbate occasionally. I think thats what the color of his smoothie refers to here!] As she reminisced, Na-Yool stared into space with narrowed eyes. She honestly had nothing to say. ?But you, though, you dont seem to take care of yourself at all. ?I easily guessed it based just on your build, but now that Ive checked with my own eyes, its as expected. I did not especially care about anything, but I do not think I have done anything wrong either. ?Youll probably end up dying first because you keep skipping meals. Dont say such ominous words! I feel jinxed ?If you were not jinxed, you wouldnt suffer a life like this. It turns out he was aware that she was living a dogs life, after all. ?Dont worry, all you need to do is eat well and work harder. How did he expect her to work harder than she already was?! One hand was sufficient to count the times they had eaten together. Still, whenever seeing the small amount of food she ate, Si-Jin occasionally commented that it was not enough. Actually, quite frequently. Na-Yool always had a good appetite. This man! Who did he think was behind this change? Hearing him spurt out a flow of outrageous words while she diligently ate was all it takes to make her forget how to move her spoon. Indeed, how could she lift her spoon when she could not even lift her embarrassed face? I usually eat well. He clicked his tongue in disbelief. ?Eat more and gain some weight. Cant you do that much? Since they started their weird relationship, they talked about more various things than before. Perhaps because of it, Na-Yools ears sometimes automatically translated Si-Jins words for their true meaning. Like the words he had just said, which translated to Cant you even handle such a simple matter on your own?. I know how to gain weight and I can do it well. As Na-Yool spat the words in frustration, she realized how strange they were, but she could not take them back. Over the phone, Si-Jin chuckled and praised her. ?You do know how great you are, Ms. Na-Yool. ?If you know so well, then fix it. I would if I had the leisure to. ?Oh, because we have sex too often? I meant work! Who said anything about sex! ?But you clearly made enough time for yourself today If there is one ridiculous aspect of his crazy personality that Na-Yool was sure of, it was this. His ability to hold grudges behind a bright smile. Its been a while since I left work early, so ?And, what did you eat with Lee Seung-Jae? Sushi. ?That punk, so he was pro-Japanese. And his ability to spout out absolute nonsense despite looking like a pragmatic person. Na-Yool answered with an empty laugh of outright bafflement. Its me who likes sushi. Not him. ?It might be Japanese, but good things are to be appreciated. Could his change of attitude depending on the situation be even faster? Si-Jin continued interrogating her without the slightest bit of shame. ?Cheap ones or expensive? Just average. So inquisitive, and yet his reply to her cheeky answer was a simple hm-hm. She could not even tell if he was displeased or not. But why do you suddenly ask? ?Did you eat a lot? Yes. ?And Seung-Jae paid? Yes. It just turned out this way ?You did well. Was it a deed so worthy of being praised by this unappreciative mouth? The act of recklessly stuffing herself with a meal bought by her junior? ?Just keep doing that. Dont waste your money on that punk. You know he is my only teammate and junior, right? ?Who cares. Na-Yool was momentarily at a loss for words facing his blatant unconcern. Right, he did not need to care. And Seung-Jae would not want him to care either. ?It would be perfect if you didnt waste your time on him, too. By asking me not to spend either my money or time, dont you mean for me to simply not associate at all with him? ?Exactly. Si-Jin sure was casual at making such a request, impractical during working hours. You also know that he sits across from me all day long, right? ?During working hours, suit yourself. But outside working hours, I mind. What does my time outside working hours has to do with you, Mr. President ?How can you dare eat sushi with that punk when you dont even have enough time to fool around with me? It is true that both of them had been busy for the past few days and had not the slightest energy to spare. Even so, it did not mean that Seung-Jae had been a hindrance today. Because on other days, Na-Yool was mostly still in the office at this time. Chapter 84 Was Si-Jin not being overly cranky for nothing? It seemed like the amount of intercourse they had was his standard for calculating time. Considering that he would drive her every day even at a late hour, if he had told her he wanted to have sex, she would have Gosh, what am I thinking, regretting again that we didnt do it, really Na-Yool once again lost her mind to despair. The sound of paper being flipped could still intermittently be heard over the phone. It meant Si-Jin was still working. ?Anyway, eat well. Wherever, whatever and whoever you eat with. I have a good appetite. Really. ?Yeah, right. His tone could not be any more sarcastic. ?Even if you think so, you should be more alert. Because your body condition is a bit serious. Serious in what way For a moment, Na-Yool hated herself for inwardly recalling all the times she had undressed in front of him, wondering if he had found any parts of herself unsightly or embarrassing. For example, a conspicuously ugly lower half, or a too skinny body Of course, when the words too thin crossed her mind, Na-Yool laughed outrageously. With such a healthy body, what the hell was too skinny! Forget being too skinny, she was not even close to being thin. Calling her skinny, saying it was severe, was probably just part of Si-Jins habit of finding fault with her, like with work. Her body was not exceptional, but it was not notably lacking in anything to make it unsightly. Unless Si-Jin had dated only celebrity-like women, her body was good enough in its own way Or was that it? Had he only been with women of this kind? It took just an instant for her thoughts to go down that road. And her mood to go down along with it. Thinking about it, it was not strange that he would date similarly cold and distant women. They belonged to the same category, flawlessly perfect from head to toes. Yet, didnt he get hard looking at me? He even jumped me as soon as his ugly thing was up and ahh, thats not it. What am I thinking! Na-Yool hastily pushed her rambling thoughts to the back of her mind, pushing aside as well her useless and unnecessary concerns about her body. In the first place, it was always Si-Jin who initiated it. Just because he was perfect, did she have any obligation to fix her own imperfections? For such a deceptive pervert, she had none. ?Youre too skinny. As expected, the word serious was, again, used as an incorrect standard that only himself followed. Na-Yool sighed. Please dont go around saying such a thing. People will curse me. ?So skinny that the wind could blow you away. The truth is, she was indeed vulnerable to the winter wind. But it was only because of her weak legs, not because she was thin as a paper like Si-Jin said. What got into you now? ?I just want you to eat well. ?Dont make any appointment or anything tomorrow night. Dont walk around late. On the weekend, just stay at home. Did you flatter me just to say that? Me, this good-for-nothing Kim Na-Yool, of all people? Si-Jin answered indifferently as if he was aware of her thought. ?I mean it when I say that you cant even win against the wind. Though she felt uncomfortable being appraised as skinny, this new judgment was closer to an offense. Riled up, Na-Yool was about to lash back, but Si-Jin continued speaking as if he had no intention to listen. ?And its a fact that your body needs more carrying. ?If youre going to keep on snacking on sandwiches at every lunch break, theres no reason for it to be one hour and a half long. So, do as you see fit. [T/N: he is lowkey telling her to either eat properly to justify taking a long break, or else take a shorter break and work xD Evil!] Was that a threat, or was it not ?And dont go out late to the convenience store. Im hanging up. Na-Yool stared blankly at the abruptly hung phone, lost in thought. Am I dreaming, or did he just said that the lunch break time had been changed to one hour and a half for my sake? Just like this, over a private matter? For him to do me such a personal favor Ah, not a favor, since it happily benefits everyone. But could it really be because of me? Am I sick, thinking it was for my sake! If delusion is a sickness, then Im probably a severe case. It cant be true! After Na-Yool walked in circles in her narrow room with a complicated mind, she walked to the door out of habit. Beer. She needed beer. She had to go to the convenience store right now. As soon as she grabbed the doorknob, Si-Jins warning not to even think about going out late rang in her ears. Saying she had forgotten was not a good excuse since it was the last words that he had told her. Whats with him, acting so worried His gentle reminder to eat well and stay safe locked at home, how could it be anything but tenderness? Yet when she thought so, Sang-Hoons stupid face popped up in her mind. Na-Yool realized that it was all because of that incident. Right, Si-Jins consideration was probably for the sake of taking responsibility for the hornets nest he had himself stirred up. [T/N: She thinks Si-Jin is feeling guilty for riling up Sang-Hoon at the coffee shop and that its the reason for his care.] After taking a shower, Na-Yool came out of the bathroom and opened the curtains to observe the dimly lit alley. It gave her the creeps like it never did before. She could not even blame Si-Jins brainwashing. After all, there was nothing wrong with being cautious Recalling his repeated warning to be careful, she somehow calmed down and laid back on the bed after closing the curtains. And for some reason, with a thrilling feeling, as if she was about to be given safety lessons in her dreams. Chapter 21 C Friday the 13th (A) But no one told her. That criminals and lunatics, or even resentful ex-boyfriends, do not roam around only at night. At 7:20 am in the cool morning, as soon as Na-Yool crossed her doorstep on her way to work, she ran into a pair of red eyes and its owner who had likely stayed up right there the whole night. I guess its not only at night that people ought to be careful, Na-Yool momentarily thought as if it did not concern her, but she could not stop the shivers crawling up her spine. She did not want to see him again, and in fact, genuinely did not even expect to see his face again This whole scene was like a dream. A very nasty dream. Na-Yool, who had yet to fully cross the threshold frozen by the sight of him, steadily got pushed outward into the hallway by the closing door, its automatic lock mercilessly ringing behind her. Na-Yool stood there in a daze for a few seconds, refusing to believe all of this was actually happening. But maybe was it thanks to the lock sound? Like a violent blow, the situation she was in soon felt real. This was clearly the real world. Not a bad dream. I cant believe he is that much of a nutcase Since when had he been standing here?! Last night series of events flashed in Na-Yools mind: she had a long and silly call with Si-Jin, took a shower as usual, then laid flat on her bed after anxiously looking out the window and she then pictured Sang-Hoon waiting outside at the exact same time. He, who must have been staring at her front door with the same current unfamiliar gaze that she was seeing for the first time. A chilling sensation ran through her body. When she thought that she had fallen asleep with no other layer than a single door between them, she could not help but feel dizzy. Na-Yool swallowed dryly and tightly grabbed the phone in her coat pocket after fumbling it several times. She furtively glanced down, then looked at Sang-Hoon. Chapter 85 Sang-Hoons mouth, which would be talking rubbish at other times, remained quiet. For him to shut up for good was all Na-Yool ever wished, but this did not feel right. Right now, it did not feel pleasant at all. How did you get here? It took Na-Yool more courage than expected to break this dreadful silence, with a suitably neither ferocious nor intimidating voice. Sang-Hoon, who was leaning against the wall facing Na-Yools front door, slowly stepped away from the wall. Did you sleep well? he asked casually after ignoring her. She was used to his tone sounding like they had just met yesterday, but in fact it felt unfamiliar. Na-Yool squinted her eyes and asked again. I said, how did you get here? Does it matter? replied Sang-Hoon with a grim laugh. His voice was of a kind that Na-Yool had never heard before when they were dating. A voice crackling hoarsely, deep from the throat. Not only was it different from when they were together, but also from the last time she had seen him. And extremely more incomparable to that time when he had stubbornly pestered her in a drunk state. Of course it does. After all, I should explain to the landlord why Im moving out so quickly. Youre moving out? Yeah. Because of you. replied Na-Yool, annoyed, while reminding herself of how she had behaved the last time. She had to be natural. He was a lunatic, and who knew when and for what reason he had come all the way here. Thats a cute thought. She had to continue acting like that time. A similar tone, a similar expression, a similar attitude. Even if Sang-Hoon was completely different than back then. I must act naturally. Be natural, natural Na-Yool crazily repeated to herself and forced her face into an annoyed expression. Provoking him would do no good, hence kicking him in the shin and fighting all out like she previously did was out of the question. That being said, if Na-Yool was to obediently go along with his whim unlike her usual self, Sang-Hoon would inevitably see through her act. The sudden situation made her shrivel up, tense and worried that he might do something to her. Who knew if such suspicion could not instead trigger him into taking unplanned crazy actions? How could she know if treating him like a criminal would not ultimately lead to him going after her holding a knife? One way or another, it seemed like it would be both a stimulus and a pretext for this lunatic. Sure enough, there was no use reasoning with a crazy man Na-Yool was confident that simply voicing out her natural fear was the easy way. Na-Yool looked up and glared disdainfully at Sang-Hoon, as he walked over the narrow hallway to stand right in front of her. She did her best to gather in just the right amount of contempt. As he approached her way, a faint yet pungent smell of alcohol reeked from his body, but he invariably looked abnormally fine. He appeared so sane in mind that he instead seemed even more insane. Sang-Hoon was smiling. A smile full of endearment, just like when they were dating. I never gave you the code for the complex entrance door. Something is wrong here. Even if she had, it would be hard not to get the creeps seeing him stand at her door given the fact that they had broken up Of course, Na-Yool knew that the security of the building was in name only. All it took to trespass this kind of code-locked building door was to follow behind someone entering it. However, Na-Yool was a person who believed only stalkers and robbers would dare sneak into restricted entry areas. Therefore, to her, just by standing here now, Sang-Hoon looked like a highly promising criminal. She no longer considered Si-Jins extreme scenarios as extreme, and the alarm in her head blew louder. Correct, since you never trusted your boyfriend even once. Its not my fault that youre a sly vixen. How pissed do you think I would be to come here, Na-Yool. With a mellow voice, his cold fingertips reached for her face. Na-Yool swats them aside in disgust. Sang-Hoon retracted his hand with no resistance and grinned. Since when have you been here? Since last night. I came because I wanted to see you, but then feared I might wake you up from a good sleep. .. His characteristic seemingly virtuous smile and his red bloodshot eyes were fervently betraying each other. Na-Yool stealthily stuck to the wall, glanced at the arms about to trap her in, and swiftly dodged away to the side. But then an arm reached out. The hand that had just slammed the wall behind her did not stay there as Na-Yool expected, but instead slid down in a matter of seconds and grabbed her by the shoulder. So I kept waiting at the door. Like last time, trying not to disturb or bother you. Arent I nice, Na-Yool? .. Be good and praise me. It was really hard to endure it Is it your first time doing this, or is it not? I kept holding back. .. Ive been holding back wanting to open this door and coming in since last week, damn it! Not only since last week answered Na-Yools question, but it was even beyond calculation. The shoulder grabbed by Sang-Hoon slightly jerked. As Sang-Hoon exerted too much force while her body began to tremble, it was unclear which was first as it happened at the same time. Only now did Na-Yool realize how ridiculous it was that she had not even been scared of him that day when he was completely drunk. It was a different scene than the ones created by the synergy of Si-Jins countless brainwashing and her insecure imagination. In the late sunrise of a winter day, although the early morning glow barely filtering into the building was nothing special, it had a natural dim wholesomeness typical of mornings. Like fresh and soothing air, a time which made one confidently believe nothing could harm them. Such brightness. It only took a second for Na-Yools convenient belief to shatter. From the moment she saw Sang-Hoon when she opened her door to when her body got pressed to the wall, very quick indeed. His semi-erected manhood rubbed against her flank along her pelvis. Failing to catch the heavy eco bag she was carrying with her shoulder bag, Na-Yool bit her lip. Documents loudly scattered out, but as if she was paralyzed, she could not move an inch. Her feeble fingers violently trembled in the air. Why are you shaking like this, hm? How pitiful. Move that thing away, while Im still asking nicely. Sigh First lets go inside and talk. Let you in? Keep dreaming. Im already hard. I cant go anywhere without releasing first you know it. What does it have to do with me? Na-Yool, if not you, who will take care of it? Contrary to her expectation that he would coerce her with no way out, he had instead made the surprising choice to press her for sex the same way he did when they were together. Although in her opinion it was not much different from being coerced, at least to him it certainly was otherwise. Sang-Hoon looked like he had completely forgotten the many incidents which previously happened between them. As though they still had that kind of relationship, to urge her like this small and scrawny erected thing was the topmost priority, while naturally pushing the responsibility of his ejaculation into her hands so was his usual way. Sang-Hoon had for habit to alternate between emotional blackmail and obsessive coercion in fear the world would end if he did not ejaculate. The fact that Na-Yool gradually avoided sleeping together when she yet still had good feelings about him, and the fact that her avoidance made him obsessed with 1-night trips which you cannot escape once you arrive, it all started because of his springy filthy dicky. And all led to the current situation. Na-Yool pushed his shoulder with a trembling hand, torn between sudden fear and rightful anger. Of course, he did not budge. Throughout the relationship, Na-Yools friends labeled him as normal. Like when Sang-Hoon would get turned on by himself and make such a big deal of it that he would always pounce straight on Na-Yool without even noticing that she was not in the mood. Like even now, whereas they had already broken up, and he was still clinging to her. Chapter 86 I cant tell if youre here to talk, or to have sex. Na-Yool blurted coldly. The fact that she did not call it rape was due to her sheer perseverance not to provoke him. You crazy bastard, you scumbag Her gaze carried over all the cursing she could not spit out. Sang-Hoon seemed to disregard it as a simple whining from his girlfriend and, with a softened attitude, lifted his head very close to her own. It felt incomparably worse than the last time when Na-Yool faced his pathetic self in the cafe. To think she had agreed to date him because she liked normal! To think she had thought it would get better because he was a kind and sincere man! Na-Yool sharply burst out laughing, as though mocking herself. To start with, he was diametrically opposed to Si-Jin who openly assumed being a rogue and acting like a beast on his own accord. Even in the best days, and even now when they have nothing to do with each other, in Sang-Hoons head Na-Yool only was a convenient tool for sex, close to hand when he wanted to or needed to release. Sex simply could not happen out of her initiative, or even out of a mutual decision. She could not even expect him to satisfy her. Because Lee Sang-Hoon matter-of-factly believed sex was just a formality for his girlfriend to relieve him when he was turned on. However, he was not so straightforward about it, and Na-Yool survived this relationship by avoiding him to the point that he did not understand her. This is how their relationship came to be so messy. She got deceived by this fake-ass jerk and wasted no less than 200 days dating him. Maybe because it was such a long period, he foolishly thought that he had the right to dare shoot his mouth off even after ditching her with rubbish. Driven to a corner, Na-Yool mumbled quietly as she inwardly reasoned out in an attempt to find her composure. What use is the fleeting thought that she should not have dated him in the first place anyway? I know I was crazy. So today, just for today, take a monthly leave. Who are you to decide when I should take a leave. Give me just one day. Ive been thinking a lot since that day I want to set things right. Things that I did not think through, the wrong that I did you You probably left without looking back because some existed. But you too, you didnt mean it. You didnt want to end it so easily. How many times must I tell you that you dump me? You ended it. I was not serious. That, Na-Yool, you know it best. If you plan to shoot a movie by yourself, take your dick off my body first. Sang-Hoon, briefly stunned by the fact the word dick came out of Na-Yools mouth, withdrew back his waist. Seizing the chance, Na-Yool shoved him away and escaped by the side. But of course, her arm got grabbed again just as she was about to. When she turned around, Sang-Hoons face no longer contained a soft and gentle aura nor a smile and instead hardened. An accurate 180-degree turn, as though the one who pled that he was crazy and would set things right was someone else. Like I said, lets just do it once, then talk. Youre mental, you know that? Did you come here thinking something like this could happen? Fuck, why not! Do you really want to be reported? Do I need to call the police for you to come to reason? The corners of Sang-Hoons lips twitched up in a smirk. Call them. I wonder which of us wont be able to hold up their head, though. Why are you doing this, really! Because I love you. As Na-Yool froze, he muttered as he kissed her on the top of her head. Its all because I love you. You dont love me. Not one bit. Youre just out of your mind. I can convince you. Lets not stay outside, and go in and talk, hm? Dont get upset, Na-Yool. Na-Yool firmly shook off the hand, clutching her wrist, trying to drag her towards the door, but his grip was firm. Instead of asking Na-Yool the door code, Sang-Hoon resolved to rummage through her bag for the emergency key she often carried. As she dodged his hand, he angrily cursed at her a series of Fuck, give it to me!. Amid the reckless swearing, only the occasional call of her name was affectionate. This gap horrified Na-Yool even more. She hugged her handbag to not let him take it away and shrilled desperately. Im going to work. Please, please stop it now! Work isnt important right now. We have a relationship to untangle here. Nothing is tangled. Rather lets meet after getting off work. Lets meet outside, in a sane state. Lets talk again then. How can we meet after work? Youre too busy taking turns to spread your legs to those bastards. We just broke up, but fuck, do you have to see that many men, uh? You slut. With that seething whisper, the bag got snatched by Sang-Hoon. Na-Yool shook her pallid hands. Sang-Hoon stared in disgust at her face, pale as a blank sheet of paper. I saw it all, damn it. I said I saw it all. You werent even here during the weekend, were you? You didnt come home for a few days, so I waited a long time in front of your house all weekend, worrying about you It takes a second to drive people crazy. I waited here for two days, but fuck, I never expected to see you show up on Monday in a car worth 200 million won! Money indeed is great, right? Sang-Hoon wheezed as if he genuinely felt that had betrayed his concern. That bastard, did he say he is the President of your company? With him looking like the owner of a gigolo club how could I guess?!? If I had known this kind of nice car was enough to make you spread your legs I thought you only knew how to lay like a starfish, but you, ahh, shit! I broke my back to take you on a trip to Gapyong, to Chucheon, every month, to get a chance to sleep with you. But even there, I had to beg over and over, please let me put it in just once, and after barely putting it in, fuck, I had to thank you, as if you were that great Yeah, thank you so much. How generous to repeatedly tend to the needs of a jerk who cant even satisfy you! Dont you think? But looking at it this way, it seems like you did like me. Fuck, you bitch. Upon finding the emergency key, Sang-Hoon dumped the contents of Na-Yools bag onto the floor. He then shook the bag provokingly, arrogantly leaned against the door, and kept sermonizing. Well, you sure played me. I know that you deliberately waited for me to dump you just to quickly get fucked by that bastard. And hes also the reason why you acted frigidly. Because you had someone you wanted to sleep with Fuck, was it at least true that you canceled our trips because you had work during the weekends? And not because you didnt want to sleep with me? Ah, or were you meeting that President each time? On Monday and Tuesday, you even dared come back riding that bastards car openly. Didnt you think I would see it? Not even once? Fuck, it feels like shit! Oh, right. I did wonder if you were really dating. A president and his employee? I dont see how its different from a bitch selling her body, but sure, thats probably dating. But then, fuck me, you got another man? You bitch, coming home every day with a different guy! Do you know what I thought? Any straight-minded guy would think like this: I got conned by a slut. Turning slowly, Sang-Hoon clutched Na-Yools wrist with one hand and inserted the emergency key into the door lock from below with the other hand. Chapter 87 If you dont want to be screwed here in the hallway, behave and go in. I wont make it painful. Let go of my wrist. People are about to go to work. Should we just strip off here where everyone can see, hmm, Na-Yool? But then you wont be able to lift your pretty face anymore. My Na-Yool doesnt like to be embarrassed, after all. I told you to let go, you bastard, Na-Yool warned him again, along with a death stare as he opened the door. Sang-Hoon snorted, tightened his grip on her wrist, and pulled her closer. Dont you even feel sorry for me? A fucking slut pretending to be pure You, what are you doing?! Su-Jeong, its me. Sang-hoons complexion changed when Na-Yool, taking out the phone from her pocket, answered a call that came without a single ring. If she was not pretending to be on the phone, then it could only be that she had been in the middle of calling. All this while. Fuck, what are you doing?! Su-Jeong, did you record it all? Okay, got it. Thanks. Hey, shit, give it to me! Give me your phone! Yeah, you might have to go to the police station. Im at home. Reportah! Fucking do it. Sang-Hoon snatched the phone from Na-Yools ear and hurled it on the floor. He trampled the still lit-on screen over and over and violently kicked it away. Then he sarcastically taunted her, his face distorted in an ambiguously wicked smile. Come on, report me. You just broke my phone. How can I? Na-Yool bluntly answered in a calm voice, without letting any sign of her extreme fear show through. The sight of her suddenly acting composed made Sang-Hoon burst into laughter. Na-Yool grabbed with her other hand the wrist that he had finally let go of when he took her phone and suppressed its trembling. They were so loud that she could not believe no one had come out yet. If you hadnt made that call, I wouldnt even break your innocent phone. Do you know? Its all your fault. Your fault In fact, maybe I knew it was going to turn like this. What? While Na-Yool stared at the broken cell phone in the distance and muttered softly as though she had realized something, Sang-Hoons face contorted uglily. Na-Yool shifted her gaze back on him. Then, looking at him straight in the eyes, she continued. So I guess thats why I did it. She indeed had no other choice, but it was not a wrong choice either. Maybe, suddenly thinking of the friend she had been messaging while getting ready for work when she then saw Sang-Hoon was just a gamble. In addition to the fact that she did not switch her phone off after sending the last message before going out, making it easier for her to make the call despite not taking her phone out of her pocket. Just like Sang-Hoon a moment ago, Na-Yool ambiguously smiled. How can I report you? It would break my heart. My friend did the recording, so she will also report it to the police. No matter how short the number 112 (T/N: Koreas police number) was, there was no way she could have openly taken her phone out to dial it with Sang-Hoon looking. No guarantee either that he would not have been more triggered. And no use mentioning the luxury of blindly browsing through her phone to find and turn on a recording app. Getting her phone taken away before she could do anything with it, being raped by a Sang-Hoon convinced of his own sinlessness in this very short period, she had imagined countless worst-case scenarios. And, without him noticing, she had fumbled her phone in her pocket, praying that the call properly went through. She had even doubted that the faint dial tone she heard coming from her coat was just an auditory hallucination, but eventually blocked it with her hand within the pocket in fear the sound would leak out. Meanwhile, if Na-Yool successfully reached Su-Jeong, there was a risk she would hang up if she could not hear anything from Na-Yools side after picking up and did not notice something was wrong. It was a desperate gamble. Su-Jeong, her best friend in college, was quick-witted. So Na-Yool had inwardly repeated to herself a dozen times that Su-Jeong would catch on, while she more realistically hoped that someone would come out and ask if Sang-Hoon needed to be reported, but in the end As you can see, I cant do anything right now. So, she will. Even if you trample my phone a hundred times, all the nasty things you said to me Everything was recorded on my friends cell phone, and whatever you do to me from now on, the police will come here. Though no one came out to support her, Na-Yool had a 20-minute call to take her side. When Su-Jeong had informed her that she had been recording just in case and asked if it was ok to report Sang-Hoon, Na-Yool could finally breathe normally. No matter what you do, youll be caught on the spot. But if you insist on going in together, be my guest. Is there anything youd like to add to the accusation? Fuck, you bitch You scumbag, how dare you. Na-Yool callously swore back when a large hand flew across her cheek. The power was so strong that the corner of her lips burst at once. Unable to control his flaring anger, Sang-Hoon swung his hand once more and smacked her on the side of the head. Na-Yool powerlessly staggered sideways. Kim Na-Yool, you, how can you do this to me! And how can you do this to me? Sniggers intermittently seeped through Na-Yools teeth as she threw back his question. She cupped her painful cheek and burst into uncontrollable laughs. She simply could not help but laugh. Look at this overly aggrieved face! Sang-Hoon looked at her with bloodshot eyes and a heartbroken expression as if he were about to cry. As if it was not him who harassed her, hit her, and molested her. Na-Yool lowered her hand that cupped the burning hot side of her face, showing contempt towards Sang-Hoons sincere belief that she was in the wrong. Oppa, do you know? I wont hit you a single time. I will be a very pitiful bitch who cant resist the slightest even being beaten like this. I will cry until the police get sick of it. And while I cry, Ill tell them how much of a scumbag you are. Sang-Hoon reached out his trembling hand towards the cheek he had hit. Instead of swatting it, Na-Yool turned away to avoid him and spoke up in an icy cold tone. You thought I couldnt do anything, is it? That Id be embarrassed, tell you to stop making trouble here, and invite you to rub one inside? That I wouldnt be able to report you, out of shame for having dated a guy like you? You crazy bastard. Wrong, I can do it all. Why do I have to feel ashamed because of you? Did I do anything wrong? Ah, maybe not realizing up until now that you were a lunatic? You should be the one living in shame, not me. Did you think I could not bring myself to sue you? That Im insane enough to have any remaining feelings? Do you think Id worry about your future and agree to a settlement after being treated like this? Dont make me laugh! No need to make such a big deal out of it. Although his face reflected a faint sense of guilt for Na-Yools red cheek, Sang-Hoon shamelessly put on a bold front. And do you think the police have nothing to do? Dont be naive, Na-Yool. Were just having a lovers quarrel. Its not worth calling the police. Why make it hard for both of us I never loved you, so how is it a lovers quarrel? Cut off by the slashing comeback, Sang-Hoon was at loss for words, his mouth stopped wide open in a rather stupid fashion. By his dumbstruck look, it was evident he never expected Na-Yool to make this point. Chapter 88 You tried to drag me into my house to rape me. And you hit me because it was not going well. .. Forget about lovers, its not even a quarrel, so what lovers quarrel? A mental criminal on the rise like you, who pretends to be a person sane in mind, should not work at a right-minded company, nor meet with a right-minded woman. I cant allow it while I am alive. Im going to email all your colleagues about our lovers quarrel. The hundreds of messages you sent like a lunatic, the recording of all the nasty things you said to your ex by harassing her at her house right from the morning Ah, in fact, I can sum it up in one line: He tried to rape me but assaulted me because he couldnt. Like this, Ill send it to all people from your company Na-Yool, hang on Ill make your work life a fucking hell. Na-Yool even felt a sense of liberation from using fucking for the first time in her life. She did not even want to laugh at the young and ordinary office worker who now solely remained in front of her, whose ferocious momentum had vanished into thin air in belated extreme fear for his social life. He really believed in me. Sang-Hoon had believed. After being unilaterally betrayed during their breakup (or so he thought), he came to look for Na-Yool trembling with the taste of betrayal and ruthlessly talked down to her to a point of no return, as if he had nothing to lose or be afraid of. Yet, he had believed. That either way, she would not report him. That she could not. Na-Yool, lets not cross lines which shouldnt be crossed. That she would not cross that line. But how dare he call it a line! How dare he say it was not meant to be crossed! The belief that she would do nothing no matter what he did that belief was what made this pathetic man fear nothing. Na-Yool did not even want to guess what its basis was. Even after doing all this to her, did Sang-Hoon expect her heart to soften out of affection for him, or maybe that she would be even more afraid that others would know about it You cant think straight right now because youre upset. I got too excited too. Sorry. It was as if a beast that used to walk on four legs suddenly stood up on two and talked. As she remembered his threat to make it so that she can never lift her face again, Na-Yool smiled coldly. Sang-Hoons confidence in raping her to shame and coming out unscathed of it had shattered when she had mentioned the police was on its way. The fact that he was a gutless coward was to Na-Yools good luck. But to think that the only thing he had relied on was her powerlessness made her sick to her stomach. So lets calm down and think it through, together. Dont say together. It makes me barf. First of all, Na-Yool. When did I try to rape you? How could I, hm? You know me. Am I that kind of trash? You did. What you did earlier is sexual assault. Are we in bed? Were not even in your house! How could I do it in the hallway? Am I crazy? Hence you tried to drag me in. And yes, youre crazy. I was just saying it, I didnt mean to. I wanted to talk to you, but you kept avoiding me, so I had no choice but to If I say I dont want to talk to you, then thats it. What no choice? Na-Yool I said I love you. You, if you love me more, you might kill me. Stop talking nonsense. Even the police will laugh at you if you say that. Were dating. It can never qualify as rape I am not dating you, for Gods sake! Ms. Kim Na-Yool? Their expressions simultaneously changed as they heard the voice of a third party. Im the police. We got a report from your friend. First said the young policeman in an apathetic tone, standing next to the stair landing. But when he saw the corner of Na-Yools lips, his words paused, and he slowly looked around at the documents spread all over and the bag thrown on the floor. Then, when his eyes fell on the cellphone thrown in the distance, his brief observation came to a stop. Sir, I need you to follow me to the police station on charges of attempted rape and assault. Another policeman who was out of their sight came up from under the landing, and soon haled down Sang-Hoon, frozen in shock. The moment Sang-Hoon disappeared from her view, the tears that Na-Yool had suppressed finally burst out. A policewoman who had come along and was around the same age as Na-Yool, wrapped her arm around the shoulders of the crying Na-Yool, while she repeated that everything was fine now. After checking a few memos in the notepad that he was holding to give Na-Yool some time, the other policeman in front of her then addressed her. Ms. Kim Na-Yool, I must ask you to go with us to the station to give your testimony. Is it alright? Yes, it is. Na-Yool took the bag that they roughly had put together for her, wiped away her tears, and bravely walked off. But after a few steps, she exclaimed an Ah! as something crossed her mind and, with a more relaxed voice and disposition, made a request to the policewoman walking by her side. My cellphone was unexpectedly broken; would you mind lending me yours just for a moment? However, tears were still flowing down, making her look awfully pitiful. The policewoman had no reason to refuse, and even if she did, she felt too sympathetic to be able to. Oh, yes. Please use it. Are you calling your family? Ah, no. Na-Yool promptly received the phone while still wiping her tears, and right away connected to the internet to search for something under the interrogative stare of the policewoman. Ethical Communications? Na-Yool immediately clicked on the search result to open the site of the company unknown to the policewoman, then scrolled all the way down to the phone number info and dialed it. Hello? Hi, Team Manager Lee. This is E/D team Kim Na-Yool. My apologies for calling you so early in the morning, here is the thing yes, I have some unexpected urgent matter and I cant come to work today Poor office workers The policewomans gaze was even more sympathetic than when she first saw Na-Yool. Chapter 22 C Friday the 13th (B) What was it ah right, that she had to go to the police station. Hyung-Wook from the HR team perplexingly observed Si-Jin, who was staring at him with a still frame. It had been a long time since he last experienced such an awkward silence that made him forget his next word. Despite being called the HR team, Hyung-Wook had been its only member since joining the company. As the companys growth was steep, even when the size of the business reached this level, there were clearly some elements that could not change up to grade. Such was Hyung-Wook. From the start, he had always assumed both the role of team manager and team member on his own. Because of this, he was extremely proud to have mostly amicable private meetings with Si-Jin, unlike other employees. In the name of the HR team, although he was Si-Jins puppet, he could handle all HR-related decisions, from big tasks to miscellaneous ones, such as the employees salary, attendance management, insurances, year-end tax adjustment, and certification procedure. As such, he had naturally gotten used to dealing with any sort of matter. Chapter 89 If there was such a thing as a cold trust in a frozen world (meaning, Si-Jins trust which had consequently been forced on Hyung-Wook), then within this trust, Hyung-Wook preferred to deal with trivial issues on his own terms. Si-Jin was the busiest person in the whole company. Reports of who, for what reason, was suddenly absent from work were unnecessary unless Si-Jin was looking for said person. But Ms. Kim Na-Yool did not commit any crime, and neither got involved in an accident or anything bad Thats what she said. However, things would be a little different if a leave request was urgently submitted for the very same day, with the heavy word police station as its reason. It is best to inform HR of any serious matters in advance. Hyung-Wook looked at Si-Jin, still maintaining the same posture as he turned the pages holding his tablet PC. Only then did his motionless lips start moving. Thats what she said? What? Is that all? Si-Jin had only quoted him and asked a short question, yet it felt like a scathing comment. Hyung-Wook pondered for a moment, as Na-Yools earnest request to not report in detail to the president as it was a very personal matter lingered in his mind. What was considered a detailed report? Although Hyung-Wook pretended he did not know much, and that he had just heard a few facts just in passing Although he was being evasive, Hyung-Wook ultimately concluded that he himself did not seem to know about Na-Yools situation in detail. Her call to say that she was on the way to the police station lasted less than two minutes. Then, was it not the same as telling him to not say anything? Yes, so, what a relief, right? If she had hit someone on her way to work or something, that would be If it were to happen, she would be the one getting hit. How could she hit someone. Ah right, Ms. Kim Na-Yool doesnt drive. Hyung-Wook struggled for a while with his words to find a middle ground that would not reveal too much. He at least tried, so hopefully, Na-Yool would not blame him. Besides, even if the president knew, it is unlikely that he would gossip with the whole company! So it was not particularly in Na-Yools disadvantage. Here is the thing. Actually, Ms. Na-Yools ex-boyfriend that fucking bastard. P pardon? Hyung-Wook could not utter a single word, his jaw jerking like a broken automaton. Ah, of course, I must have heard it wrong. As far as Hyung-Wook knew, Si-Jin was a respectable boss who, whether in the company or at an office dinner party under the influence of alcohol, would never casually swear in front of his subordinates, let alone use abusive language. Although it was also why people found him even more irksome So, it could not be right. Si-Jin could not have said these words. Im listening. What an elegant wording to urge him to spill what he knew! Hyung-Wook quickly came to his senses and continued talking. It seems her ex-boyfriend was really a nasty piece of work. Ive heard its been quite some time since they broke up, but apparently he himself hasnt been able to accept it at all. So he pestered her to get back together but they didnt, he only kept on harassing her. I dont know since when it started, but anyway, it led to the incident that happened this morning. You know, arent dating violence cases spiking these days? I am a man too, but there are a few too many lunatics out there, its baffling. Was she hurt? Si-Jin mercilessly brushed off Hyung-Wooks personal input. He himself soon appeared to awkwardly notice that he had been babbling off topic. Ah, right. Its the most important! She said she did not. Of course, I asked right away about it! If she had been harmed in any way. But fortunately, she said she didnt get injured. However, Hyung-Wook still had no choice but to keep babbling in vain. He did not know much, to begin with, Na-Yool was reluctant to report in detail, and amid it, Hyung-Wook simply was a subordinate earnestly reporting to Si-Jin or rather, snitching to. What was he supposed to do?! Anyway, she said she called the police because it didnt look like she could solve it on her own. According to Ms. Na-Yool, it really is a minor issue. She even laughed it off, saying she was going to the station just to scare the guy off and knock some sense into him but still, if it really was not a big deal, would she call the police? If only out of consideration for their dating history. Hyung-Wook unrestrainedly asked in all sincerity, only to shut up in the middle with an awkward smile. Of course, Si-Jin did not seem to have any intention to smile back. In any case, since she is unharmed, all is good. After suffering today, she should relax and rest at home this weekend. Thanks god its the weekend! Ah I think she mentioned he came to look for her at her doorstep? She might not even feel safe staying at home, then. Ugh, what a madman! To think it happened right from morning, what a shock! And here I thought this kind of gloomy jerks only acted up at night What a scary world! Really scary. Im already worried that my daughter might meet such a dreadful man in the future. These days, women ought to be careful of who they date, really, or else, if they end up with this kind of guy, like Ms. Na-Yool Get out. Sorry? I think Ive heard enough, so get out and work. Saying that, Si-Jin had already walked past Hyung-Wook and was closer to the door. While Hyung-wook turned around and stared at him bewildered, Si-jin, who had quickly crossed his spacious office room, disappeared from his sight in an instant. Hyung-Wook presumed that he must have some urgent business and marveled at Si-Jins cold and detached character anew. No matter how busy Si-Jin was, how could he act so openly disinterested after hearing just a few words about his employee being taken to the police station as a victim? Wait a minute, I did tell him everything I heard! Na-Yools request was still vivid in his mind. Especially to the president. I dont wish for the president to know much about it. She clearly insisted on the president and no one else Never mind. It is not as if it had any deep meaning. She probably just felt distressed mentioning her embarrassing ex-boyfriend issue to him. 80% of Hyung-Wooks worries were for Na-Yool, while the remaining 20% were about how he would avoid her out of guilt. Hyung-Wook came to his senses only after standing for a while by himself in Si-Jins office. Walking to the door, he was about to return to his desk, when Mr. President? How Hyung-Wook managed not to scream when he bumped into Si-Jin was praiseworthy. First startled by the door suddenly burst open right in front of him, then startled once again by Si-Jin standing there, Hyung-Wook turned white in fright. Si-Jin was breathing heavily like he had just rushed in. It was evident that he had come back after reaching at least the elevators, which were at quite a distance from his office. But who knew what for Number. What? A single word, one short request fell out. Hyung-Wook did identify it as a request from Si-Jins tone, but he could not fully understand the content of the request. Number? What number? As Hyung-Wook stupidly stared at him with a confused look, Si-Jin ruffled his well-groomed hair along with a frustrated sigh and made a proper sentence. The phone number with which Ms. Na-Yool called you earlier. Give it to me. Hyung-Wook promptly fumbled around in his pocket. While looking for his cellphone, he did not even have the leisure to question why he had to find it. Si-Jin had such an effect on people. A talent for making the person to whom he made a request somehow follow his word without even pondering over the reason. Like a weird sense of duty, as if something terrible would happen if they did not comply Chapter 90 Ah, come to think of it, the call came through the companys phoneli?.. The duty was received but failed to be fulfilled. Si-Jins expression turned fierce like never seen before. Then what about the police station? Sorry? Is she at the Songpa police station? Or maybe the nearby district police office? You didnt hear about that either? These words were the same as berating him You didnt even ask that?. Put in a tight spot, Hyung-Wook nervously brooded over it, when a delightful revelation came to mind. But, then, can you not contact Ms. Na-Yool directly on her cellphone? I cant, which is why. Si-Jins answer was brief, but the omitted if I could, for what crazy reason would I have run back here subtext was obvious. Or maybe Hyung-Wook just imagined things You cant? Nope, not imagining things. Hyung-Wook had barely replied two words when Si-Jins cold expression grew even colder. It was a face that said, Am I that stupid?. Its turned off. Aah, she probably switched it off for now. After all, she is being investigated at the police station so having it on is a bit Alright, forget it. Go to your desk right now and find the contact information. Ah. Understood. To begin with, how could Si-Jin be so sure that Na-Yool had called with another phone and not her own phone? Thinking that Si-Jin was probably wrong anyway, Hyung-Wook mindlessly nodded under Si-Jins convinced gaze. This type of person was born to order people around. Such being the case, it was better for Hyung-Wook to agree right from the start readily, and then prove to Si-Jin afterward that there was no need for such a request. Unfortunately, Hyung-Wook had never yet gained a sense of secret victory over Si-Jin. You better message it to me before I leave the parking lot. Secret victory or not, Hyung-Wook nodded eagerly and started walking ahead of Si-Jin. But then, someone from the opposite side spotted Hyung-Wook and walked over with a bright smile. Of all people, it had to be Seung-Jae, the one man who could not read the room. Hyung-Wook wordlessly shook his head to signal that now was not the moment. Alas, Seung-Jae did not get it and quickly walked up to him. Team manager Yoo! I was looking for you. Naturally, he did not forget to bow to Si-Jin upon noticing him behind Hyung-Wook. Hyung-Wook raised his hand to wave him away. Seung-Jae, later. I just need a minute. Has Ms. Na-Yool called you? She has not come to work yet, and I have not been told that she would take a leave today. This has never happened before Fuck off, kid. The air stilled in an instant, Seung-Jae struck speechless, while Si-Jin strode through the silent corridor with his long legs. Seung-Jae unconsciously abided by the order and obediently moved aside to let him pass, blinking his eyes with a brain empty of what he wanted to say. Hyung-Wook and Seung-Jae simultaneously stared at the bone-chilling aura of Si-Jins back head. If there was a moment when ones unspoken mood could instead be even more precise, this was probably it. Did, did I just get cursed at by the President Just now, I heard him cursing, right? They both asked for each others confirmation in unison, and an awkward silence carried on for a few minutes. A vague sense of fear and the shock of having their established understanding turned upside down in an instant. The President indeed cursed. 100%. But why did I get cursed at? Did I bother you a lot? Why? He could have just passed by my side, so why? While Seung-Jae had forgotten all about Na-Yool and stammered in confusion, Hyung-Wook was already busy returning to his seat, leaving him behind. Huh? Team manager Yoo! Do it later, later! What was the deal with Kim Na-Yool? And what the heck was going on between the two A strange suspicion began to grow but shaping and solving it will have to wait. Hyung-Wook started running. Chapter 23 C Killjoy Friday [TL disclaimer: A lot of legal lingo in this chapter. All you need to understand is that Na-Yool wants to sue Sang-Hoon, but the detective tries to persuade her to somehow forgive him and sign a monetary agreement instead. The nerves!] First, the charge of attempted rape cannot be recognized. You expected it, right? But he did try. Again, thats not how it works. This is just your, the victim, one-sided suspicion that he intended to drag you into the house and rape you. It cant be accounted for. But we gave you the evidence, Detective. My friend recorded him saying with his own mouth These are not enough to charge him with attempted rape. To begin with, the both of you were dating not that long ago. From what is on the recording, it can also be considered that he tried to reach an agreement with you as your former lover Reach an agreement? By forcefully dragging me, then hitting me out of options? Na-Yool snorted, and the old police detective opposite her sighed. Obviously, the assailant is absolutely at fault for hitting you. This incident is naturally terrifying and scary from the victims point of view, however, as you can see, arent there no real consequences? The law revolves around the outcome. My point is, if you really want to sue him on this basis, the punishment might not be as significant as you currently think. Ultimately, you did not go inside your apartment together, and theres no evidence that the assailant took off the victims clothes or molested her He got hard and rubbed against my body. Sorry? Didnt you hear it in the recording? He got an erection on his own and rubbed it on my body. At Na-Yools bluntness, the detectives face, which was almost drowning in fatigue, subtly got tainted with embarrassment. Strictly speaking, this is only a minor sexual assault, so its qualitatively different from attempted rape He said he would strip me in the hallway to screw me until I cant even lift my face. This is just a threat. Did he actually do it? No. Na-Yool bitterly lowered her head to hide her face, where you could read that she would rather just bite her tongue to death than talk to him. She somehow understood why so few women would report. It truly was meaningless. This enlightenment hit her with anger and despair. Whether it will just end with scaring me, or will I really get raped From the perspective of the woman being held captive, how do you expect her to tell the difference? Of course, its not that I dont understand your feelings, Ms. Kim Na-Yool. What I mean is Besides, the intent was clear, and if my friend hadnt reported it, I would have been dragged into the house and be done for. He had already snatched my key and opened the door. As soon as I walked in, it would have been the end of me. But it did not happen, did it? That is the main point. What would happen to this country if everyone got punished for something that did not happen? Na-Yool had finished testifying long ago, yet the conversation kept going in circles. From the beginning, she could tell that the detective was indirectly persuading her to settle. Just that he did not say it openly. He did not consider this case a major issue, anyway. After all, they were even ex-lovers, who probably had done all that is done between lovers He seemed to think it was such a good excuse! And looking into his eyes, Na-Yool could somewhat sense him judging her for making a mountain out of a molehill. As for her, she was in the middle of fighting each argument back with gritted teeth. In that case, Detective, will you help me only once Ive been raped by him? No, Miss. You cant say that! Thats how it sounded to me. Sarcasm slashed in Na-Yools somewhat spiteful tone, and the detective painfully drew on a gentle expression. I am wholly speaking from the perspective of the victim. I only mean to point out the best way to handle it. I know right now just hearing the word agreement makes your blood boil, but Yes, its boiling. Seems like you can see it. To begin with, it is difficult to sue him for the charges that you reported. If it was up to us, we want to tune it to your advantage, but this is not how the law works. Chapter 91 Tune it? As Na-Yool once again picked at his choice of words in bafflement, the tiredness on the detectives face deepened. The law is objective. It might be nonsensical, but you and Mr. Lee Sang-Hoon are equal. Its unfair, but it is what it is. Attempted rape will of course not be recognized, and even if he is charged with sexual assault, as a first-time offender, it is likely that he might just get probation. In fact, this is enough for the prosecution to drop the charges. Considering that he is a first-time offender, and that the two of you were dating Why in the world is our past relationship so important? Were not even dating now. This is not the point, but rather Dating someone doesnt mean I give them the right to rape me whenever they want. First, calm down and think rationally, Ms. Kim Na-Yool. With her mood completely stuck in the mud, Na-Yool could not feel even more rational. Yet somehow here she was, first forced to listen to a sex offender and now a detective advising her to think rationally. Clearly, a case of the pot calling the kettle black! Anyway, whether I agree on a settlement or not, since sex offense is no longer a chingojoe offense [T/N: chingojoe is a category of crimes which cannot be prosecuted without an official complaint by the victim. Sexual assault used to be part of it, but not anymore. I think here Na-Yool is implying that even if she agrees to settle and not sue, her simple testimony could be enough to get Sang-Hoon charged anyway.] Yes, he might be prosecuted just the same. But the existence of an agreement might influence the outcome. Because it will be favorably considered during the verdict. Then I would rather die than sign an agreement. What I mean is, whichever the case, and setting aside the possibility of charges being dropped, the outcome will be far less than the pain you feel as a victim. Instead, a monetary compensation might be I am not sitting here because I lack money. She had let Si-Jin bully her for 2 years for the sake of a high salary. How much of it did she unintentionally save because she did not have the time to spend it? Na-Yool thundered in a piercing tone, like stabbing at the detectives conscience. And there are more charges. Physical assault, stalking. Forget about stalking. This person has no history of trespassing, and since its a minor offense, it will be closed with just a fine of a few thousand won. Excuse me? Right now, the only charge you can get settlement money for is the physical assault, Ms. Kim Na-Yool. But this person is on the losing end, and he seems to be quite scared of his situation. If you ask monetary compensation for clear physical assault tied with sexual harassment and mental damage, even if he thinks its excessive, he will certainly agree to it. But I hope youre aware that, even if you do so, the fine wont be much. You must make him pay somehow. And you deserve to be compensated properly. Dont you think so? If accepting proper compensation allows him to live as if nothing happened, then no. You must consider thoroughly which is more advantageous. Its too early to decide yet. Also, it looks like he acted that way in a short fit of anger, but he doesnt seem to be a bad person in the first place Damn Sang-Hoon and his fake law-abiding citizen looks! Was the detective the only one tricked by that shell? No, Na-Yool did too. Of course, if their first encounter had been at a police station, or if she had witnessed Sang-Hoon threatening an ex-girlfriend, she would not have been fooled like the detective. The person himself recognized the gravity of his actions and is feeling very remorseful. He seems like a nice person. You have no idea how many bastards are unrepentant even after being arrested And here I thought I heard it all! Never did I expect to hear one day that someone who got dragged to the police station for beating a woman after failing to rape her is nice. Truth is, nowadays, we see many well-behaved youngsters coming here for similar reasons. Because the country has gone to the dogs? Its not like that. Just that, because they broke up and cant move on, because they still love their ex so much Well, its this kind of reason, but whatever the case its just sad to look at for us, elders. Is it really necessary for things to get to this point? It was painful to face someone totally oblivious to the simple fact that if a criminal had not committed any offense in the first place, it would not be necessary to arrest them. Not once, but twice in the same day. And even more so when one was her ex turned criminal, and the other the police detective in charge of the case. Honestly, most of them are people who can repent and live on the right path again. I know you must hate him, but he is a normal man. All normal men must have died out before she realized then! If such men were considered normal, would their extinction not be in the worlds best interest? Na-Yools extreme thoughts seeped through her glare like a curse put on the detective, who avoided her eyes, overwhelmed by her crushing aura. Anyway, didnt you date him because you, too, thought he was such a good person? Whatever you sue him for, the punishment will be insignificant. But if he gets a criminal record, it will last for a lifetime. So how about thinking carefully whether its worth taking it so far, and whether you hate him so much that I hope it will ruin him for a lifetime, though. It also happens that victims feel regretful later on, wondering if the person got a criminal record because of this one unlucky relationship with them. Dating me is what turned him into a criminal, you say? Are you maybe implying that I compelled him to rape me? No, noo, no such a thing! What I mean is, women are so kind that they end up feeling that way. Im not that kind, so theres no problem then. Even if you think so now, towards someone youve loved for so long, you especially might Mention love and date one more time, and I can assure you Ill go downstairs and file a complaint against you. Even without one more mention of it, Na-Yool had planned to do so anyway on her way down. Dare to make her feel guilty again! What a joke Na-Yools muttering was so flagrant that her grievance could be read on her lips. The detective shook his head, troubled. Im sorry about that. I simply meant to make sure that you will not have regrets later Yes. If I sign an agreement, I will regret it forever. So, no regret for not settling. I just want you to think about it. Even for just a few days. Mr. Lee Sang-Hoon is currently not in any position to go against you, Ms. Kim Na-Yool. Call your price, and the settlement money will probably be set at twice the fine value. Besides, dont the both of you still have a whole future ahead? If an agreement is not reached, the victim will usually continue to mind and be in pain. Mr. Lee Sang-Hoon is reflecting a lot on himself, and swore that he will never get near you again, so The fact that Na-Yool had to be thankful for being beaten by Sang-Hoon was a horrifying reality. Had she not been bleeding when the police arrived, they would have most likely let him off with a simple warning. Na-Yool stared intently at Sang-Hoon sitting a little further away, who was being interrogated. Despite the distance, she could clearly see through his pretended sincerity at answering the questions. If you agree to settle, he will be too thankful to even bother you again. All I want is for him to be properly punished. Not to negotiate any settlement money. For now, dont be hasty and I wont sign any agreement. Not for the physical assault, and neither for the sexual harassment. Ms. Kim Na-Yool, the more you persist, the tougher it is for you. Then so be it. I wont settle. There will be no heavy punishment anyway, so Hello, I am Ms. Kim Na-Yools attorney. An unfamiliar voice suddenly interrupted. Na-Yool quizzically turned her head to look for its owner. But before her eyes could land on him, they first landed on a hand resting on her shoulder. Somehow, familiar. Chapter 92 As she blankly stared at the hand, she saw another hand reached out in her peripheral vision to place a business card on the table. Only then did Na-Yool fully look behind her. Si-Jin, and a total stranger. Her eyes flickered with confusion. Ms. Kim Na-Yool strongly wishes for criminal prosecution, so you may proceed as such. We will proceed on our side with the civil lawsuit against Mr. Lee Sang-Hoon. Ah, and also The attorneys voice flowed in Na-Yools ears like a dream. Meanwhile, Si-Jins fingers came close to the burst corner of her lips, almost grazing it before retracting. You dont need to stay here any longer. Then, his low and warm voice fell over her head. Before Na-Yool realized it, the attorney was sitting in her place. After stepping aside Na-Yool briefly observed the situation from afar, then walked away with Si-Jins arm wrapped around her shoulders. Sang-Hoon, still putting on his good-natured act, looked at them with hateful eyes. He was sitting much closer to the entrance door. When they passed next to him, Si-Jin took a few steps in his direction and, leaning over Sang-Hoons shoulder, whispered something. Of course, it lasted only an instant. Putting aside her disgust for him, Na-Yool looked with perplexity at Sang-Hoons face turning blue in a flash. But Si-Jin wrapped his arm back around her shoulders, and they left the office of the Women & Juvenile Affairs Division. Na-Yool was still looking at him with puzzled eyes. He shrugged one shoulder as he gave her an answer. I think you can look forward to it. It cant be all. Na-Yool narrowed her eyes as though asking for the whole truth, and Si-Jin elaborated with a sigh. I said I will cut his dick off. She knew he was full of nonsense, but to that extent?! Sang-Hoons choked-up reaction came to memory, and Na-Yool was convinced. You mean figuratively, right? A quick confirmation, just in case. Si-Jin briefly glanced at her like asking if it mattered, then nodded with a softened attitude. Sure. Figuratively. It became clearer that, contrary to his answer, it was more than an analogy. But rather than blindly speculate, Na-Yool quietly observed him. She indeed realized that, before cozily debating whether he meant to socially or physically cut Sang-Hoon off, there were a few missed points they must properly discuss first. Not one, but 2 or 3. How much did you hear about? No, Na-Yool shook her head without letting Si-Jin the time to answer and continued. Why are you How come you are here? The why was immediately corrected with a how, but in fact, both were no different. Let alone how her situation had reached his ears, she really could not figure out for what reason he was here. She was stupefied. Si-Jin stared at her for a moment like reading through her thoughts, before speaking up. Not much. Ive only been told a few things. He calmly dodged her second question and answered the first. So you should tell me more about it. If its ok with you. Youre probably not in the mood for it, do it later when you feel better. No rush. Weve got all the time. No, I am fine now. I am. I dont have much to tell you, but Youre fine? In his questioning tone, the previous warmth had unmistakably grown colder. Feeling his gaze fixed on the burst corner of her mouth, Na-Yool muddle-headedly mumbled. You do not know the situation, thats why I know it looks bad, but its not. That is not what you think. What do you think I am thinking of? Like, the awful things that you always mentioned before, Mr. President. Those scary stories we hear on the news Ah, so you mean, your situation was not bad enough to become news material? Exact. If it was up to her, she would even pay to get the medias headlines to destroy Sang-Hoon, but the reality was different. Since even the police kept saying it was a trivial issue, she now felt that speaking up about how traumatic an experience she had was shameful. And maybe, she was afraid. Afraid that people would react like the detective, a whats the big deal anyway? look on their faces. Much more so if this person was no one else but Si-Jin The fact that he had been suspicious and continuously warned her, that he had rushed to the station for her sake regardless of how he heard about her situation, and that he even brought an attorney along in this short period in the end, it did not prevent Na-Yool from shaking from apprehension. A wretched feeling twinged her guts as she nodded, pretending it was nothing, like she did when she called Hyung-Wook a few hours ago. But no matter how bitter she felt, it was not as devastating as Si-Jin going to great lengths to come here, only to see her in this state. She had committed no crime, yet why should she feel shameful? She recalled how Sang-Hoon nodded during the interrogation, appealing to his sincerity and uprightness with a straight-backed bearing that fellow men favorably approved. Like someone with absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. It was ironic. Of course, even if it was someone other than Si-Jin, Na-Yool did not wish to be seen by any acquaintance. Such a miserable state, she could not bear for anyone she knew to witness it. As if the severity of physical assault and attempted rape was not enough, she got rebuffed by the police, who should have help her first thing. It was as if she was making stories up or was overreacting over a trivial issue. To those who knew her and how she had lived a peaceful, normal life How the hell do you set your standards? Standing in the middle of the hallway, facing each other, Si-Jin was the first to break the prolonged silence. And in the harshest tone he had ever used around her, no less. What? Im asking if, to you, to get beaten by a man till your lips burst is no big deal? Physical assault, sexual harassment. You spat it all out yourself. To that freaking lunatic, you said so confidently that you would rather die than sign an agreement, so how come Yes, to those who knew her ordinary lifestyle, she refused to get exposed. Even more so in front of Si-Jin. If she exposed her weak self to the sole person that she wished she would never, she would be struck numb with humiliation. Like right now. Now that her lips injured by another mans fist had been seen by him, Na-Yool was at a total loss at how to explain herself In the midst of her inner conflict, the tears burst out suddenly, and she had no time to hide them. Because in fact, Si-Jin had noticed them even before she cried. His lips moved as if about to swear, but no sound came out. His helpless hand froze in space for a moment, wavering to touch her cheek, and ultimately landed on her face. Im sorry. While apologizing out of the blue, Si-Jin was unskillfully wiping her tears with clumsy hands. This man, Kwon Si-Jin, was flustered. If Na-Yool had a notepad at hand, it was a moment to record for posterity. Of course, she would make sure to leave out the cause. What, what do you have to be sorry for, Mr. President. Its my fault. I did you wrong. So dont cry like this. Im sorryIt wont stop As Na-Yool slurred out an apology through sorrowful sobs, Si-Jins expression tensed up a little more. His hand that was cupping her face held the back of her neck and pulled her into his embrace. Then keep crying. Until you want to stop. Its okay. Im sorry I couldnt come sooner. It was a strange thing. Ever since arriving at the police station she had not cried a single tear. But here she was, weeping. How was it possible? Completely dry when she had needed to cry, her now tearing eyes were probably defective. Na-Yool even doubted herself, wondering if she had wanted to play the pitiful card on this stonelike man to provoke his protective instinct. But she was not a well-versed actress enough to dare control her tear ducts deliberately. Everything was real. The kind of realness that can never be concealed. Chapter 93 Na-Yool cried for a long time, bawling her heart out. The clumsy hand, for which this situation was clearly a first, gently caressed her nape, reassuring her. Despite the awkwardness of the touch, Na-Yool seemed to have found in it the most solid solace she could wish for. Does being good at anything apply to things like this? In fact, it was a mystery whether Si-Jin really was a man of many talents, or if he was special in her eyes whatever he did. Because Na-Yool had already lost her objectivity. As if monopolizing his chest to calm herself down was not enough, the high-priced suit was now wet with tears. When it suddenly struck her that it might not be expensive but filthy expensive, she broke away from Si-Jin. I, I am fine now. I cant trust your fine anymore. Si-Jin sharply interrupted while he looked at her with worried eyes. No pretending this time, I am really fine. Thanks to you Thank you. I dont know how you knew to come here but Although belatedly, she realized chances were high that Hyung-Wook of the HR Team had opened his mouth, as light as a feather. After all, he was the person who communicated with Si-Jin the most transparently throughout the company. Even Kim PD had no scruple calling him Si-Jins minion. Was she in the wrong for believing said minion who confidently answered to trust him, when she requested to carefully keep her private matter to himself? At that time, she was in an extremely troubled state, and had no energy to spare being doubtful of Hyung-Wook or cooking up a plausible explanation to her situation. All she could do was evasively tone down the facts, then tell him to keep it secret. Back then, she indeed was greatly distressed that Si-Jin would know about this incident. While Na-Yool stared in a daze at his stained shirt, Si-Jin had slowly recovered his habitual indifference. It was an easy choice. Coming here. He spoke as if it was not even worth an explanation. Meaning, it was so easy for him that there was no way to explain it. It was not a very appropriate answer, but even Na-Yool did not find it strange at the moment. It did not matter anymore. Now, he was in front of her. Her lawless and wretched world had returned to its peacefulness. The occasional convulsions of her hands had also completely stopped, and her mood had stabilized to a quite normal state. Her rationality, first undermined by Sang-Hoon then shook to the core by the detective, also returned to normal. Now that Na-Yool had perfectly calm down C as constantly emphasized by both Sang-Hoon and the detective C she was finally capable of taking a decision. She will do her utmost to ruin Sang-Hoons life. By the way, I cant believe this smart brain of yours thought of notifying Lee Hyung-Wook of your absence But not to call me even once. The question dropped just as Na-Yool, inwardly picturing Sang-Hoons doomed future, was about to take a lighter step. Wasnt the natural course of the events to get out of here? She looked back at Si-Jins standing figure still nailed in place, unconsciously casting a puzzled look, but a peculiar chill in his voice made her eyes cloud up in agitation. You didnt say a word to me, neither to ask for my help, nor for me to come here right away. That That, even now, I cant believe it. For real, youre such a hard nut to crack. Since when did being perplexed have the same meaning as getting angry? Indeed. Si-Jin was angry at her for some reason ? though not obvious at first glance, due to his very calm composure. Almost as if the person who, just a few minutes ago, had gently wiped her tears while nervously apologizing for coming too late, had suddenly vanished. Strictly speaking it was Na-Yools fault that he was late. That is, disregarding the fact that she initially did not even call for him. Therefore, Kwon Si-Jin should have either gotten angry or apologized, but not both. Even facing such a fact, Na-Yool was stumped for words, lost at what to answer. Intuitively, many things came to mind. But like earlier, all were difficult words to utter. They might sound too selfish, too frank, or too harsh. Right in front of her stood the skillful master of wearing down her affection over the years with his words. Yet, when facing him, she could hardly say anything. I should not have trusted Hyung-Wook. And thus all that could come out was Hyung-Wooks name. Naturally, Si-Jin continued talking as though her futile reply was not worth his attention. When I see you these days, I feel so damn far behind. Like a big fool lagging behind. There was a time when Na-Yool used to look at Si-Jin and wonder how it was like to live ahead of most people. Somehow, in a different way, these words would be more appropriate coming out of her mouth than his. So although this conversation somewhat made sense, Na-Yool could not understand where his so-called big fool feeling came from. Especially if Si-Jin was the one feeling this way. And especially if she was the cause of it. Si-Jin seemed to read Na-Yools incomprehension on her face and kept talking in a snarky tone. It sounded more self-deprecating than a rebuke towards Na-Yool. Just look at me, right here, standing before you. Im so damn ridiculous. You begged Hyung-Wook to not tell me a thing, but I forced the words out of him and chased you all the way here. Ignoring the fact that you deliberately excluded me and me alone Thats not And here I am. You wished to keep me in the dark, but even if Im aware, I recklessly came chasing after you as I please, like that bastard stalker. Yet Im standing here, as if I was so different from him, offering my help that you didnt even ask for. Am I wrong? Si-Jin asked with a bitter smile and started walking. The unexpected words once again left Na-Yool speechless, her mouth soundlessly open. Really, it was such an astonishing retort! That she denied him, that he came after her like a stalker Was there any face that could not suit less the word stalking than his? It was not because he was good-looking, but because the word simply did not fit with his I lack for nothing in this world look. This heartless face, which would not look back twice after dropping a I dont like you as if it had waited for it. Na-Yool could not believe Si-Jin came up with such a thought, and to hear it come out of his mouth had struck her with wide open, blinking eyes. This man?? Towards me?? There is a reason she never expected it. It was because it did not make sense. However, not saying anything is often regarded as a silent agreement, and it was unclear how Na-Yools silence had been interpreted. She blankly followed Si-Jin and spoke up, pressured by his sunken gaze. You cant possibly be comparing yourself to him? Ultimately, we are not that different, are we. It was only then that Na-Yool realized that Si-Jin did not know the details of the case at all. He had guessed the rough outline but had yet to hear a proper explanation of the incident. That being so, it was not surprising that he would jump to such a conclusion. Si-Jin was already in the middle of mocking his own self anyway, so for that purpose, to regard himself as the same kind of human trash was nothing hard to do. However, if he had known what Sang-Hoon really tried to do, he certainly would not have made this comparison. If only he had known that these burst lips were the product of attempted rape. When she understood that Si-Jin was not aware of it all C and consequently, that there were still more untold truths C Na-Yool grew even more distressed. That is not why I kept this incident from you. And neither did I have such a grand reason to Then why? Why didnt you tell me? It is mortifying. Thats why. Although it was a half-serious reason, Si-Jin burst into empty laughter out of a deadpan expression. Im the bastard who got caught by you jerking off in his office. What do you have to feel ashamed of in front of me? Chapter 94 This and that are two different things Believe it or not, that thing, I dont really remember it now, and And? Na-Yool carefully weighed her words. More precisely, she tried to, looking for a line somewhere between being honest and stating a fact. For me to ask for your help because I am in danger, to call you here because something happened we are not in the kind of relationship where we can bother each other as we please, are we? Si-Jin looked at her as if he had been brutally slapped in the face. Na-Yool stared at this unfathomable expression with great confusion, but it soon faded from Si-Jins face. The atmosphere, however, had completely changed. The conversation awkwardly stopped, and Si-Jin no longer looked at her. They walked to his car without a word. The parking lot had been full since noon, and the car was parked at its far end, so it took longer than expected. Thus, it was only after a startlingly long time that the silence was broken. I was thinking of going back to the office. Na-Yool said as she sat in the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt. Si-Jin glanced at her without saying a word, then looked back towards the front with a brief reply. You already took a leave. I did, but I forgot to submit the proposal draft due for today Its Friday. If I do not submit it today, it will be delayed until Monday. Dont worry about such things. I will just finish this. I have another deadline on Monday, so it is difficult to postpone it any further. Just do it roughly on the weekend. Its not what you need to care about right now. But I care. Anyhow, Im the one who will review this proposal. I told you to do it roughly. So, the matter is closed. Meanwhile, the car set off smoothly. You do not need to go easy on me. I am really fine now Im not going easy on you. Just roughly go through it. Even if you are sloppy, you do it well anyway. Are you serious? Na-Yool asked if he meant it, but her intonation was closer to a As if. Si-Jin certainly was not the kind to comfort people who met with serious trouble by coaxing them, but maybe it was that the sincerity between them had developed to that point. Although it felt too dry to be regarded as sugarcoating, considering it came from Si-Jins mouth, it was a high praise. If you could not do it, I wouldnt be paying you in the first place. It was not a high praise; it was the highest of them all. Na-Yool glanced at the side of Si-Jins stern face, who was driving while looking ahead without a single hint of a smile. Still, I wont take you to the office. I did not mean that Then I will send you the Merian pamphlet draft over the weekend. Good. But for now, please go to the office. You must return to work anyway, Mr. President, and probably have a lot of work to catch up on, so you should go quickly. That should be the least of your worries. I also have a small matter to take care of. The documents I have here in my bag, I was going to hand them to Seung-Jae today, so I will just go back home after dropping them Throw it on the back seat. Ill pass them on to him. Looking straight forward, it was already the opposite direction to the company. When she suddenly recognized the alley in which the car just pulled in as one close to her apartment, Na-Yool muttered, flustered. So fast? Pack your things. What? For now, just the essentials. What? Na-Yool asked again like a broken record. Si-Jin looked up at her apartment complex closing in without sparing her a glance, and asked: Is there an elevator in the building? What in the world I thought you wouldnt like having a man going in and out of your home on a day like today. If there is no elevator, Ill go with you to pick up your luggage. If there is, pack lightly and come down. Where the hell is this conversation going? We will go to my house. She indeed asked where, but was swiftly presented with an astonishing destination. Na-Yool was mind-blown, gasping with her mouth ajar before asking again: Why? Her head was filled with the sole word why, and why again. Arent you going to move houses anyway? It cant be that you will keep living in this house, right? Such unspoken pressure was transmitted through his gaze. Na-Yool acquiesced with a nod as if possessed. Of course. After something like this happened But you cant move out right away. Yes. Then pack up. What are you saying Lets date. I dont understand what you I want you to bother me. So lets do it. Lets be in a troublesome relationship. The bomb dropped completely out of nowhere and pinned Na-Yool alone on the spot. Indeed, within the few seconds it took to casually drop it, Si-Jin had naturally gotten off the car as they had reached their destination, leaving Na-Yool behind. She was sitting in the car without its owner, a rather dull-witted expression on her face. Until Si-Jin, running out of patience, opened the front passenger door. Arent you getting out? The cold air from outside rushed in along with his voice, but it was not enough to snap Na-Yool out of it. Si-Jin leaned towards the passenger seat and asked again. You dont want to go home yet? A hint of affectionate concern was mixed with his previously very monotonous tone. Na-Yool stiffly turned her head to look at him. Si-Jin softly continued. You think it will remind you of this morning? Are you afraid? It would be several times more difficult if she could not catch on the intention implied in such a tender, calm voice. But surprisingly, Na-Yool did not get it at once. She just kept on staring blankly at Si-Jin with great focus. Because her time was still stopped about a minute ago when bombs fell one after the other. Are you okay? Okay, no, not okay. Na-Yool paused on a completely noncommittal answer. Si-Jin squinted his eyes, but not like his usual insistent gaze to get a straightforward answer out of her. He silently leaned towards the passenger seat with no sign of irritation and waited for her to gather her wits. 30 seconds passed. Then Na-Yool, who kept staring at Si-Jin with eyes twitching nervously, pushed him away in shock as if he had suddenly closed the distance between them. It was a completely delayed reaction. Si-Jin remained still and only straightened back his body along with a look of full understanding. Seems like youve not recovered yet. When Si-Jin expressed his understanding like this, not only through his eyes but even his mouth, Na-Yool could not help but laugh in awe. However, her still bewildered gaze aimlessly wandered between Si-Jin, the alley, and her apartment complex. Understanding? About what? After casually dropping bombs, how can you calmly move on to another topic, on your own whim Just now, do you know what you said to me? I asked if you were okay, Si-Jin replied with confidence. Na-Yool ducked down and touched her forehead, a headache coming on. They must have been living in different times and spaces. A space where a lag of about two minutes separated them. Not that, before. I asked if you were afraid to go up home. Or maybe, reluctant? Either way, tell me if youre uncomfortable. Ill pack what you need for you. Wrong, wrong. Na-Yool hurriedly waved her hand in dismissal and grabbed Si-Jin, who seemed about to head for her apartment by himself. Before that. It felt so surreal that she could not even say the words herself. Si-Jin tilted his head and said it. Lets date? While Na-Yool had painfully beat in vain around the bush, Si-Jins reply was straight to the point. She blanked, and their eyes met. We can talk about it while going up. No? The shock of being invited to pack her things to live at his house was not even gone that he was already asking her out. Not only that, but he even suggested discussing it on their way, casually, while climbing the stairs, just like two people discussing what to have for dinner tonight. Who would do that?! Haha Na-Yool scoffed completely stunned out of it, and Si-Jin once again gave her a slightly concerned look. As expected, her condition was worrisome. At this point, who was the one not in their right mind? Chapter 95 Do you really know what you are saying? Im not stupid enough to forget what I said a few minutes ago. So, I know. I know. What are you thinking? said Na-Yool in one breath, releasing the air she had been holding back. Si-Jin shrugged his shoulder complacently and spoke up as his stare suddenly penetrated her. Thinking of becoming someone who you can cause trouble too. What does that even It means what it means. Si-Jin interrupted as if no more words were needed. A few seconds of silence which felt like minutes stood between them. Na-Yool could not stand it, and a serious question rolled out of her mouth. Why do you suddenly want to date? Just then. Car. A one-word warning, and in a flash the front passenger door slammed shut in front of Na-Yools eyes. She stared in a daze at Si-Jins half body stuck to the car window from outside and the car that zoomed by behind him. This man, how unimportant does he think this matter is Although her brain knew he had no other choice, Na-Yool could not suppress her anger for having the door shut to her face instead of getting an answer from him. In the first place, was this how this topic should be discussed? A car roughly parked in an alley, its owner confessing while standing crookedly towards the passenger seat Confess not even in the present tense, because he had already skipped the preliminaries and gone straight to the main topic before he got off the car. No, from the start, was not the bugging word confess absurd? That conceited and shameless smug! Na-Yool glared at Si-Jins face through the door that opened again. And when he looked back at her in puzzlement, she was even more riled up. For now, get off. Unless you want to keep talking like this on the road. We can talk as we go, or pack your things first and discuss properly after. How could I be in the mood to pack first? You dont want to? Youve got things backward If you dont want, stay here. Na-Yool swiftly stepped out of the door opened by him. Then, she started walking off without looking back. At the sound of Si-Jin catching up to her as if mocking her hurried steps, she inexplicably grew annoyed and upset. When she took two steps, he only had to take one. This gap, this inequality. From taking a few steps to making a living, every matter seemed so easy to him. And even matter of the heart. What if she is mistaken, what if she is reading too much into it, what if she ends up liking him one-sidedly, and consequently, what if she embarrasses herself Sometimes she was forced to take the shovel to dig her own grave. So that her thoughts and feelings towards him remain elusive. Like a hazy fog, she secretly hoped that this ambiguous relationship would last long. But how could it be so easy for this man? Were her efforts to maintain this ambiguity just a waste then?! To think he had called her a hard nut to crack Unbelievable! Na-Yool had climbed the stairs without a break. Out of breath, she puffed as regularly as possible to not let it show and entered the code of her apartments door. And then, she slammed the door shut before Si-Jin could follow in. Contrary to his worries, thanks to him, she had no time to think about this mornings incident. Yet why am I so angry? She was indeed angry, but certainly not at him. Similar to the logic of I drank alcohol but did not drive drunk, Na-Yool rationalized her thoughts. No was she even angry? She leaned against the door and tried to feel a sense of security from the familiar room. But far from feeling safe, the disorder in the space even made her feel dizzy. Two short knocks came from the door behind. She straightened up and turned around, glared at the door for a moment, and all of a sudden flung it open as though she could no longer stand the confusion raging in her mind. Are you okay? Do you like me? Inexplicable irritation, anger, the suffocating frustration Maybe all simply was fake, to defend her own self from expecting things. A defense mechanism to prevent her from blurting out such words. Si-Jin remained silent. Seemingly not burdened, but neither puzzled nor pleased. Just a subtle in-between. Na-Yool deemed that there would be no further reply from him and continued to thoroughly speak up. If you are just acting on a whim, then, I dont want to. It was good so far. I have never felt so carefree in my life It was novel, and I liked it. All was new and it was a first. That I would sleep around without being in a relationship It goes against my morals, and I could not do it even if I die, but I was amazed that I could do it with you that shocking realization, I liked it. The realization that I am no longer insignificant and boring. Yes, so far. So, it cannot be more than that. I do not want to be swayed by you this way. What way is that? Like right now. From back in the car till now. You are messing with my mind. Casually, and with ease, like this, on a whim. Si-Jin was still standing by the door with a strange face. Na-Yool nodded with a convinced expression as if he had answered something back. Therefore, I will pretend I did not hear it. I had planned to visit the real estate agency today anyway and move house as soon as possible. Thank you for your concern. Affection really is a scary thing. Having someone like you, who does not seem sympathetic, to care for me like this Si-Jin grabbed Na-Yools wrist before she could turn her back on him. She got startled and froze, but he soon released his grip, and their hands stilled in the air without moving far away from each other. A subtle atmosphere filled the silence which seemed to separate them for a while, before being broken by Si-Jin. Its not on a whim. Neither out of any damn sympathy. Whats next? Does nothing follow after that? Lets say I like you. Was it the kind of word that one would painfully exhale in a breath? Na-Yool snorted in derision and took back the hand that Si-Jin was no longer holding on as though distancing herself. Lets say? I must be such I like you. a joke to you! You think you can toy with me as it suits you, but since last time, it really does not feel great. This is not how it should be. It should not I said, I like you. Na-Yool sucked in deeply and stared stupidly at Si-Jin as though her breath was stuck. He stared back with the same determined gaze he had when he looked down at her while opening the car door for her. Expressionless, but unshakable. No, a little more determined than back then. A little more intense, and also Why are your ears so red? A pair of burning ears could be seen on each side of his composed, chiseled face. Bewitched by the sight, Na-Yool stuttered, unable to take her eyes off. Mr. President, your- your ears Enough. He did not even know that his whole face was shining a bright red. Chapter 24 C Fridays last remains (A) Na-Yool had no idea how time flowed after Si-Jins confession. With flushed red faces and ears, they stood facing one another at her apartments door frame ? one in, one out ? and for some time, mutually casted a probing, strange gaze to the other one while subtly avoiding each others eyes. Until, as if under a spell, Na-Yool eventually packed her luggage and came out. The large shopping bag she was carrying could hardly be considered luggage. But with her head still elsewhere, it was all she could think of packing up. Simply looking from the entrance, Si-Jin turned away and set off as soon as she came over with her shopping bag. They went down the stairs without saying a word, as they did when they came up. The silence was overwhelming. Chapter 96 As they left the building, Si-Jin then quietly asked Na-Yool if she had no objection, and she silently nodded. The conversation ended there. After that, they talked no more about dating and moving out. Na-Yool could not tell if it was because they could not bring themselves to speak up, or because they simply could not come up with a suitable topic. Anyway, Friday apparently ended on the lukewarm conclusion to do it like this for now. And now it was Saturday. Objection, what a choice of word. Between two people, it was a farce to make her pick between object and agree like some sort of unanimous vote. Clearly, one was asking, and the other one was simply left with answering yes/no. Surprisingly, they kept up with this farce quite seriously It was astonishing how the mood today and the mood of yesterday felt poles apart. Na-Yool was sitting alone on the terrace, sipping coffee, amazed that the incident with Sang-Hoon had happened only yesterday morning. Shockingly, it indeed weighed little on her mind already. When she thought of it, the timing was peculiar. When Sang-Hoon acted out, Kwon Si-Jin was there. And when he acted out again, Kwon Si-Jin also was there. Oddly enough, it kept repeating. Like, right after she broke up with Sang-Hoon. Also, every day when Sang-Hoon bombarded her with messages and waited in front of the office. And right after yesterdays incident too How fascinating was it? When one was giving her a hard time to the point of exhaustion, the other one was blowing her mind away ? along with her grievance. So much that no room was even left for Na-Yool to torment herself by foolishly ruminating things over. She put down the empty coffee cup and let out a smile. Around that time yesterday, she was sitting at the police station as she endured an interrogation akin to torture. But what about now, 24 hours later? Now, she was sitting by herself on a high-rise terrace overlooking the Han River, leisurely sipping coffee. Her head was only filled with yesterday afternoons events, not its awful morning. Luckily, Si-Jin was not there when she woke up. Perhaps because of the incident, he had carefully avoided having sex, and did not even touch a single of her hair. Which is to say that Na-Yools mind would not get distracted by anything other than his presence itself. But of all times, it was right after he asked her out. Consequently, their daytime, evening, and night were all as awkward as it comes. At least for Na-Yool, as Si-Jin seldom panicked and seemed unperturbed about it. No work, no sex, just the two of them together in one same space. Has it always been so awkward breathing through ones day? The last time Na-Yool came to this house, they had spent several days rolling around in bed whenever they made eye contact. She did not even have a second to spare having weird thoughts back then. So it would be stranger if I didnt feel awkward being here. Now, as there was no more going straight to bed at each eye contact, thoughts of Si-Jin consequently flooded her mind. Na-Yool chased them away with a guilty shake of her head. She felt somewhat at a loss. Maybe she should go to the real estate agency right now, after all So thats where you were hiding. Si-Jin casually commented, as if he had already taken one look around the house for her. Surprised by him just as she got up while holding her empty cup, Na-Yool halted abruptly and absently sat back. For her mind was already filled with him, it truly was a speak of the devil case. Truly, whenever he appeared, Si-Jin could surprise this person who constantly had only him on her mind. How big was his house that he had to literally look around for her? Baffled, Na-Yool was staring at his face despite herself with round eyes. She did not dare greet him with a clich Where have you been since morning?. Meanwhile, Si-Jin approached the table she was sitting at and handed her a small shopping bag. What is it? Open it. Reaching out into the unlabeled craft paper bag, she grabbed a small box. When Na-Yool did not pull her hand out and threw a questioning glance at him, Si-Jin pointed at it with his chin, gesturing to take it out. She obediently complied for the time being. Its not been used, so you can use your current SIM card. This Puzzlingly holding the thing in her hand, Na-Yool stumbled on her words. His explanation was certainly kind, but overly simplistic. It cant be that he went out this morning to buy it? How much do I owe you? One glance was enough for anyone to wonder how much the object was. Because clearly, it was not something you could get for free. Si-Jin replied with a very unhappy face. If I wanted you to pay me back, I would at least ask your opinion. Yes, you should have asked. But you already bought it and I need one anyway. The silver apple logo on the top of the box overwhelmingly glistened under the sunlight. [T/N: In case you didnt get it, he bought her an iPhone] Si-Jin had the obvious look of someone who never came close to asking for a support fund, or mortgage. Hence it was evident that he would give the best, most expensive gift, but It was an unexpected expense, but remembering the shattered screen of her phone, Na-Yool really had no need for it anymore. It could not be fixed, and she did not want to anyway as it felt like misfortune had already been cursed upon by Sang-Hoon. You dont have to pay for things I bought on my own. Si-Jin looked a bit upset. Still, it did not sound right. Na-Yool shook her head in disapproval. It is mine, and I will be the one using it. Its not even the model you wanted. I wanted to buy it someday when I have some money to burn. So, it is the model I wanted. I didnt want it to that extent, but oh well. I dont think you will have any money to burn though. Take it. Unlike you, Ive got so much money its rotting in my bank account. That much? If this phone is the standard. Si-Jin indifferently shrugged his shoulders. Seriously distracted by his boast of wealth, Na-Yool belatedly took hold of her soul which she almost sold. Still, I cannot accept such an expensive gift. Whatever the price, it makes no difference to me. But to me, it does. So cant you just accept my repayment Before she could even blink, Si-Jin bent down, and their lips grazed. He then straightened back up, the sight filling Na-Yools vision as she snapped out of it. Keep talking, and see if I dont bully you more. But despite his threat, Si-Jin went inside with seemingly no intention to hear anything more coming from her. Even calling it a kiss was embarrassing. They had seen each others most shameful parts, so what was a peck on the lips to them Na-Yool suddenly burned up and flustered, afraid that her flushed cheeks would be seen by Si-Jin who was not even present anymore. She gazed into space to come to her senses, but it was already beyond control. Clearly, I should go out. Go out as soon as possible. Either go to the real estate or meet with friends, and get out of this house, get away from this dangerous man a little bit, to think things over calmly and properly You didnt have breakfast yet, right? The terraces door swung open at once, followed by a change of subject. Coming back as if the breakfast issue had just crossed his mind, Si-Jin showed no apparent interest in making fun of Na-Yools bright red cheeks. Once again, one thought was enough to summon him. Was he really some evil spirit or was she simply thinking too much about him? Na-Yool nodded stiffly, clutching the cellphone box like a lifeline. Rice? Bread? What do you want? An- anything. Choose. Bread As Na-Yool reluctantly made her choice, Si-Jin nodded contentedly. Just when she thought he was leaving, the terrace door opened again after barely getting half-closed. Ah, and I advise you to change your phone number. I will. I was thinking of changing it today while visiting the houses, before coming back. Houses? I should look for one. I have to move out, too. Do it next week. I can do it alone. I wont bother you with Its fine. Im just telling you to rest. Na-Yool acquiesced with a doubtful look, and the terrace door closed. This time, for good. She swept her hair suddenly blown in a mess by a gust of wind, and alternately observed her surroundings. The terrace door from which he had entered. The meticulously packed cellphone box. Then, the stunning view beyond the terrace. Nothing was familiar, and nothing was for granted. It was all so foreign that it instead rather felt coherent. Along with an intoxicating matter-of-fact feeling. So We are really dating, arent we Exactly after a full 24-hour day passed, reality finally hit Na-Yool like waking her up from a dream. Chapter 97 After being enlightened, Na-Yool thought she would get a little better. However, time and Si-Jin diligently moved like one single body, while Na-Yool drowned in awkwardness, rather than further grasp a sense of reality. Time stealthily ran its course regardless of whether she felt awkward or whether she walked on eggshells, and Si-Jin ?naturally treated her like a regular guest of his house. To the point where Na-Yool often forgot about the awful awkwardness. But then, she would come to her senses, only to get twice more self-conscious. From wondering if it was really alright to go on like this, to such the practical detail of whether her hair and clothes were not too messy. The other person did not even care, and she herself did not want to look like the type to put a lot of effort into her appearance even at home, but she also refused to show an unkempt look. Beyond her reluctance to appear like a mess, Na-Yool also wanted to look natural. When this thought dawned on her, it was often followed by a Then why am I paying so much attention to these things?, and she would then question everything. Such as, Why am I here in the first place? or Is this really okay?, like reconsidering her very presence here. Thoughts crossed her minds non-stop. Lost at what to do, Na-Yool was feeling edgy. It even self-mockingly occurred to her that one might think it was her first time dating someone! Well, it is a first, after all. Let alone Si-Jin, she never once had a close relationship with any of her ex-boyfriends so deep that they would frequently hang out at each others house. Of course, the current situation was due to some circumstances, although they were not totally unavoidable either Her friend Su-Jeong had nailed it down with a Its possible even if youre not very close, but to Na-Yool, her home was a space solely for herself. Be it letting someone in or entering someones personal space, both were similarly difficult. She thought it was possible only when both parties shared a deep trust. That must have been why such matter always felt distant, like one that had nothing to do with her current self. It was like something that would not happen right now. For only one reason ? there had never been a single man she trusted to this degree. Although Sang-Hoon had used this very same reason to criticize her for playing hard to get, that is. But if you were to ask if she trusted Si-Jin Coffee? Ah, I am going to cut down on coffee from now. Im good. The meal was over while she was contemplating. Si-Jin did not seem to know of the thousand thoughts flashing across her face, and neither did he seem to want to probe into it. He just indifferently cleaned up the empty plate in front of Na-Yool and added: Theres decaffeinated coffee too. As expected from Si-Jin, the man who took care of his body by eating healthy everyday even when swamped with work. It would be weird if there was none. I will have some, then. Na-Yool replied as she half stood to tidy up the rest of the dishes together. Watch TV. I will Ill bring it to you. Si-Jin took the small bowl and fork from her hands, turned, and walked to the sink without waiting for Na-Yools reaction. This man, sensitive or indifferent ? she never knew which he was. When she found him touchingly caring, he would put on a hateful face, and when she was upset at his apathy, he would suddenly handle all her troubles. Since you did the cooking, Mr. President, I will wash No need. I will feel uncomfortable then. Im not refusing to make you feel comfortable. I just cant trust you. The unexpected, straightforward reason that came back left Na-Yool at a loss for words. I wash the dishes quite often, too! Pricked as though her poor housework skills had been found out by Si-Jin, Na-Yool roared furiously one beat late at the back of his head, only to get ignored. The sight of him turning on the sink water without a care was infuriating. This, it clearly was what people call To have ones good deeds get dissed! Just like how the hotel-worthy breakfast had been prepared without her lifting a finger, Na-Yool could leave the table she was sitting at without having to do a thing. However, she was still suspicious of Si-Jin. Indeed, even when he made sure to not let her hands touch one single drop of water, Na-Yool could only doubt if he was the same man who confessed to her yesterday as she glared at his unfriendly back. She trudged to the living room and turned on the TV. It had not even been plugged in until yesterday. Si-Jin had said that he had not turned it on even once in the year he had moved to this house, leaving Na-Yool in shock. She was so surprised she had even wondered inwardly, What the hell does he do at home then? It then hit her that he had no time to do anything at home to begin with, and she accepted the fact. Yesterday, and today. For her sake, he had sacrificed in 2 days the little free time he could enjoy over about 3.5 weeks. This workaholic, he did not even once check work on his phone. At least, not in front of her. She could not tell if it was out of concern or a sign of his commitment to their relationship, but one thing she knew for sure was that he certainly was not indifferent. Na-Yool put on a cooking program she had never seen and absent-mindedly watched. No, this man is not indifferent. If he was, he would not look after me so thoughtfully like this. At this point, she was not confused about it. What really was confusing was ?Cut the scallions in large chunks and put them in, then since well start with the broth, cut the carrots and onion into quarters [T/N: Its the TV lol] Didnt you say youre full? What? Startled by the voice suddenly coming right next to her, Na-Yool turned her head. Before she knew it, Si-Jin was sitting beside her. The sofa is so wide, do you have to sit here In fact, he was sitting at an appropriate distance, but even that was too close for Na-Yool. Ten years ago, when she had her first boyfriend, even her high schooler self would not have acted so sheepishly Who knows how Si-Jin interpreted it, but he widened the distance between them with an Ah of apologetic consciousness. He seemed to assume he had triggered in her something like a trauma about Sang-Hoon. Such trauma already only existed in Si-Jins imagination, but Na-Yool dazed out too much to correct him. Now youre too far She did not know what she wanted. She wished he would not sit too close, lest she become nervous. But not too far, because This, she could not even think of the reason. She vaguely knew, but she refused to face it up. Should we have this for dinner? You can even cook something like this? I dont know. I havent tried. Both his proposition and acknowledgement were said so confidently, it sounded like he had cooked that dish many times despite his inexperience. But it looks easy. Just as Na-Yool internally grumbled as usual that everything came so easily to this man, his words echoed in her memory. Youre such a hard nut to crack. Her face flushed up in grievance. What was so hard about her?! With how stupid she was While Na-Yool suppressed her confusion with self-deprecation, Si-Jin casually took the remote control from her hand. As though he had noticed she was not exactly focused on the cooking. Chapter 98 After changing channels over and over, he finally asked. Is there anything you want to watch? A movie? Yes, lets rather watch a movie, it might help empty my head. Only this hope motivated her short answer. Si-Jin handed the remote control back to Na-Yool. Pick whatever you want to watch. Can I play one from the latest movies category? Why do you need to ask? Because it costs 10,000 won Na-Yool blurted out. But upon realizing how tight on money she sounded, her face slightly contorted in shame. Sure enough, she heard a soft chuckle coming from her side. Noo, Im not poor! Who would pay 10,000 won to replay a movie at home?! Any ordinary citizen would not Of course, there must be more such people in the world than she thought, like the one right here. While Na-Yool was brainwashing herself that it was okay, Si-Jin snatched the remote control from her and played the 10,000 won one that Na-Yool was talking about. Why give me back the remote control then! From now on, pick whatever you want. Whatever the price. Was just being granted to watch paid TV programs at will worth being so moved? Na-Yool felt like the female lead of a drama, when the rich male lead drags her to the department store and asks for all the bags in the boutique ? and she then would examine the bags from every angle despite saying I cant accept this. That kind of guilty thrill. I wont stay long here, so Na-Yool said, also to convince herself there was nothing to get excited over. Because she was embarrassed for unintentionally feeling giddy. Si-Jin ignored her and pointed his chin at the screen where the movie was starting. Right from the start, the movie began with a wedding. Na-Yool did not even know what Si-Jin had picked, but later realized it was a romantic comedy which flopped at the box office a short time ago. That is an unexpected choice coming from you It was the first on the list. Dont you hate this kind of movie? I abhor it. Si-Jin replied flatly. Na-Yool muttered with a sigh. I knew it. And you, do you like it? Not at all. Si-Jin smiled brightly, seemingly pleased by her answer. His eyes shone with the genuine relief that she did not like this genre. But did he not play it because he thought she would like it? Far from being disappointed, he even lifted the remote control, ready to leisurely spend another 10,000 won like the well-off man that he was. Na-Yool quickly stopped his hand. No need. Lets keep watching. But we both hate it. Its fine, else it is a waste of money. But its a bigger waste of time to watch it. It might be true for him, but Na-Yools own time was not worth throwing away the already spent 10,000 won. She adamantly shook her head. It might get funnier later on. Of course, though, there might be the reason the movie flopped. A short while after that, they were staring at the screen, sitting side by side, when the protagonists suddenly kissed, pledging their eternal love. Both immediately frowned at the same time. Changing the course of the ?conversation, Na-Yool spoke up. Do you have plans to get married? Do not. Si-Jin replied resolutely as his eyes remained fixated on the screen. What about you? Not that interested yet. Good. She did not know what that good meant, but she acquiesced anyway and inquired further. Does your family not say anything? Im the black sheep of the family, so not really. Indeed, living with a son like this at home could be burdensome, Na-Yool thoughtfully consented. As she did so, Si-Jin returned her question. And you? My mom does not say much, but my relatives have been pressing me for a few years now. As soon as she turned 26, they brought up marriage out of the blue. What century were they living in! Sounds like youre getting some meddling in? They say women should marry at a wonderful age. Hilarious! Hm. They make tremendous fuss about how I will regret missing the right timing to marry and fail to do it later. It has been going on for 3 years already, I think? And if I say I have no plan to yet, they admonish me for living thoughtlessly. Well, thats how things are. I just ignore it. You dont need to pay them any mind. When it gets so annoying and I say Ill never marry, my uncle always argues that people who say so are the first to marry. That I will come to my senses once I mature up. When he himself got married in immaturity Im so sick of it. Si-Jin, who had been quietly listening to her complaints, turned his gaze from the TV to her and abruptly said: Then ask your uncle. What? When he is going to divorce. Sorry? Of course, he will answer that he wont. Then politely inform him. That those who say so are always the first to divorce. Then he will shut his mouth. Si-Jin said so with a kind smile, as if bestowing her a pearl of life wisdom. Na-Yools jaw dropped, and only her eyes blinked in stupefaction. For sure, he is not your average wacko! Na-Yool blurted out in wonder. I can understand why your family does not live with you. Yes, they get fed up whenever I open my mouth. If he acts the same way in front of his parents, its understandable. Si-Jin shrugged and picked up the coffee placed on the table. Only then did Na-Yool notice her own share he had prepared for her. She picked it up as well and sipped. Still, I think your parents would be proud of you. And probably have high expectations regarding your marriage and things like that. Not really. You have accomplished things on your own. Even if they dont say it out loud Youre reading too much into it. Im just a stray troublemaker. Stray? Na-Yool had a younger brother. One who had once gone astray too. When people say the son of some family went astray, it is usually because a 17-year-old got caught smoking, because they got in an accident while drunk driving, or because they ran away from home. A common example of rebellious phase. Not when a man in his 30s started his own company and grew it into a solid business Mr. President, what exactly are your family ? oh so upright ? standards then? At any rate, not my current self, even with my President status. ? The more he talked, the more Na-Yool was confused. At first, his parents may have objected that it was a dangerous initiative. But if his business is as prosperous as it is now, what kind of parent would not be pleased about it? Perplexity ?remained on Na-Yools face, but Si-Jin changed the subject as though refusing to discuss it further. If youre okay with it, tell me about you. About what? Your parents, family, that kind of thing. Or any trivial topic is fine, too. Are you really curious about these? Na-Yool had almost followed really by merely. The fact that she was caught between a sense of vivid reality and of illusion ? it was probably because of such moments like right now. Every moment when words which did not fit him, like sincerity or interest, came to mind as she looked at his handsome face. They had slept together a dozen more times, and when it came to feeling bashful, such trivial topics could not even compare. But it was nonetheless strange. While she was cool about the various vulgarities Si-Jin occasionally uttered, his attention made her feel unsettled. I am curious. Even if you hear it, you will probably think its not worth it. Its about you. Na-Yools face burned up. Ahh he will notice so embarrassing, really! On the other hand, she also realized how ?lowly she had always thought of his human qualities. Every time he spoke like a human being was followed by a sense of mismatch. So its worth it. Why do you need to know, anyway? It will be of use somehow. As Na-Yool stared at him suspiciously, Si-Jin raised his subtly flickering eyes. Just a few seconds ago, those eyes were looking at Na-Yools cheeks as if looking at a delicious little thing. Oh no. An alarm in her head started ringing loudly. Real danger was coming! However, the impression that he was ready to jump and devour her at any time lasted only an instant. Chapter 99 The strangely lustful gaze was suddenly gone, and it just straightened to a normal one. Which, in Si-Jins case, was his usual cold-looking look. What shall I talk about? You can start with whatever you want. The movie was still playing, yet they sat looking at each other with not a single care. After Si-Jin leaned on the sofa and made his suggestion, Na-Yool pondered for a moment, then spoke up. Hm Alright, family, sounds good. Both my Mom and Dad are ordinary civil servants, and fortunately they are still in good health. Or rather, excessively so. Every weekend, they go mountain-hiking together. Its their hobby. Then why are you Si-Jin meaningfully peeked at her while leaving out the end. But its meaning was clear ? Then why are you not the same or Why are you so sluggish. It felt similar to how he would often nag her with a Youre too weak because of her eating habits or for how she turned completely exhausted after sex. Did he think he was some military training instructor or something?!? Na-Yool understood the meaning of the omitted part at once, so she got a little peeved. Because I work overtime every day, thanks to someone I always leave work later than you. And regularly exercise 4 times a week You are a machine, Mr. President. But I am human. Finding excuses again? Thats not excuses If you want to improve, you must be pragmatic. Not rationalize everything. I do not wish to improve further When Im not working, I want to rest, and when I am resting, I just want to lie in bed. I do like you lying down, too. How could a proper discussion about family turn into harassment so easily? Na-Yool shook her head and returned to the topic to save it from the suspicious pit it had unceremoniously been pushed into. Anyways. My parents get along so well that they have little interest in their childrens business. They are too busy acting lovey-dovey to each other. I once thought that if I could live like them, it would not hurt to get married, but But? But its not like people who get married are all lucky people like my parents. I cannot live like my mother. Neither like my father. I value myself over anything else, so when I think so, I really dont feel up to it. Hm. Obviously, other husbands wouldnt be people who wash the dishes and do household chores without being asked just like my father, and they wouldnt be sweet to their wife like from the very first day despite growing old My aunt said so too. That I am right. That my father is kind of an oddball. Si-Jin laughed lightly. She says that a typical husband is usually a bit lacking, so his wife has to follow him for the rest of her life to take care of his every minor matter. That this is what marriage is, and this is how all women are supposed to live. Thats why I say that if this is what ?being married is like, then I refuse. As Na-Yool unconsciously blurted it all out, the sight of Si-Jin who was listening caught her eyes, and she choked for a moment. He would not think her words held a meaningful message within, right? Such as, telling him to marry well, or hinting that she was thinking about marrying him and under which conditions So many trivial and ridiculous thoughts had run through her mind since yesterday that she could not count them. Just like Si-Jin did not look like someone who confessed his feelings for less than a day, she, too, did not look like a woman who started dating yesterday. Only after finding no trace of perplexity on Si-Jins face did Na-Yool feel relieved. Could living like this really be called living? My older sister said that, if it is so, she would rather live like an unwanted wench, and our relatives all thought she was crazy and let it go. They pestered her since childhood, so it was expected she would explode But then it was my turn to fall victim. You also have a sister? The interrogative tone was filled with laughter. Na-Yool nodded with a calmer expression. Because of this, my parents do not have time to care about my marriage. Because my sister comes first. She is also a civil servant, you know. They deplore, men should line up for her, but alas In this world, my sister truly is a person of her own. Anyway, thanks to her, I dont get managed by my parents. Because she is your shield? She really hates being called so, but it is a fact. Ah, and I have a younger brother too. He is a real headache, but how peaceful it is now that he is doing his military service! Its a miracle that he went to college. I thought he would only ruin his life if he kept going this way. Im sure he will come to his senses. A daughter, another daughter, and then a son. Anyone can tell how much effort my parents put into having a son. Naturally, he grew up spoiled rotten. They originally were satisfied with two daughters, but my grandmother kept nagging them for a grandson Arent you bored? This kind of topic. No, I like it. You are the real Kwon Si-Jin, right? Si-Jin burst into chuckles at the unexpected suspicion of identity. Na-Yool silently stared at his curved eyes and the soft arc of his lips, then suddenly asked in a seemingly nonchalant way: So, when did you like me? Hm? The beautiful smile sculptured in his face abruptly stiffened. Was it because it was too sudden? But then, could it be that he was feeling bashful about being faced by her surprise attack? Na-Yool first was taken aback by his reaction. But when the possibility brushed her mind, her eyes imperceptibly opened wider. Just as she was about to go on, Si-Jin got up from the sofa, leaving her behind. Certainly, it was not the right timing to admire how sexy even the back of his head was. Na-Yool was foolishly staring at his head when something caught her attention. She got up and followed him. The tip of Si-Jins ears were flushed red like yesterday. Really?! It cant be Since when. She asked again. Dont be cute, how unlike you. Just tell me when She closed in and tried to grab his arm from behind, but instead got pulled forward by her own arm. Si-Jin roughly bumped his lips on hers as if to shut her up and pulled off a short instant after. Na-Yool blinked non-stop at him then squinted her eyes again. It cant be that it has been a while? Are you maybe feeling shy? For real?! Is that why Their lips met again. This time, his tongue broke through her lips and brazenly swept into her mouth. Surprised by the sudden strike, her tongue kept retracting, only to get hooked back by Si-Jin amidst wet sucking sounds. His aim to shut her up was long forgotten, their mouths passionately entangled for a while. Dazed as Na-Yool was, Si-Jin had already walked off before she even realized his lips had left hers. She chased after the shoulders that had turned away from her, seemingly satisfied to have achieved their goal. How can you act shy! When you do more shameful things yourself! Their lips met once more. Each time their lips parted, Na-Yool stubbornly teased him but Si-Jin being above her in terms of stubbornness, their mouths would inevitably crash into each other. Si-Jin kissed her like a starving beast, and Na-Yool twisted her head for an opportunity to somehow raise her voice. Completely unaware that the kiss was getting deeper and deeper for this very reason. Is it okay? A confusing question fell on her face. Still unsure about how she ended up lying back on the sofa, right under his body, Na-Yool met his eyes with a muddled look. His deep dark eyes looked fierce, but his patient restraint to not take things further was also reflected in. Instead, his gaze brought Na-Yool a complete sense of relief. She found her answer. Nothing would be possible if she did not trust him. She nodded in a daze. As soon as permission was granted, Si-Jin took off her T-shirt and buried his lips in her pale neck. The day lasted longer than any night. Chapter 100 Chapter 25 C Fridays last remains (B) Im telling you ?I cant reach her! ?No kidding. Who was it again who impulsively thrashed her phone? I know. Of course, I know. But Detective, I said I would gladly compensate her ?What is the use when she herself doesnt want it? Seeing how she even brought along an attorney, it looks like shes determined. She was not the one to bring him along. You saw that guy yesterday, right? The one who came with the attorney to pick her up. ?Oh, the one who looked like a celebrity? Celebrity, my ass Sang-Hoon glared into the air and swallowed his swearing. He could never admit that anyone knows how to appreciate a good-looking thing when seeing one. Yes, that narcissistic, self-absorbed Son of a bitch. Cautious not to slip out of his well-mannered act, he swallowed back the insult again. Over the phone, the detective answered casually. ?I thought he looked like her new boyfriend. New, as if! They were seeing each other even back while me and her were together. ?Anyways, since she is not currently dating you, Mr. Lee Sang-Hoon, it should be correct that shes dating him. Well, Na-Yool might think so. But to him, its just experimenting with his employee. ?Right now, it doesnt really matter anyway. Rather She cheated on me from the beginning. And we broke up only a short while ago, yet ?You both gave a different time of your breakup, so its debatable to consider it cheating To begin with, this is not an important element to us I turned like this because she cheated. Not that I was chasing and bullying a pitiful woman for no reason, it was because I was betrayed by my girlfriend?. Detective, as a man yourself, dont you know how I feel? ?I know. I know, but even so When a sigh came over instead of an answer, Sang-Hoon frowned involuntarily. These days, he can barely control his anger. Concerned that the tone of his voice might betray him, he hurriedly straightened back his expression. Even though I was betrayed, I could not give up. How could I? Because I love her The one who loves more always loses. But if my calls are unilaterally ignored, what else can I do? Is it so wrong to go wait for her at her apartment? Tell me. ?Mr. Lee Sang-Hoon. I dont need to hear any further about your personal circumstances, and if someone should, it would be Ms. Kim Na-Yool No, if you say this, she will never accept to settle. Tell her you were wrong, prostrate yourself flat and apologize sincerely, and say that you will never do it again. Even if she begs me, I wont ever again do her the favor. Something akin to a sigh once again was heard over the phone. ?Look, Im telling you, you shouldnt say that! Youre still young, do you really want to ruin your life over one mistake? Of course, I wont say it like this. I am simply speaking frankly, since you seem like an open-minded and understanding person I will give the settlement money as requested, and apologize, by explaining I momentarily lost my mind. ?Alright. Considering your dating history, Ms. Kim Na-Yool probably has some affection for you too. So even if she is furious right now, it will be hard for her to insist to the end on not settling. Most people accept an agreement after a few days. Yes, so ?Still, anything can happen. Some women can really be ruthless. The kind that will go all the way. So, you should never expect that scaring them a bit will make them give up. Which is why Im making efforts to contact her, both yesterday and today, but its not connecting and I ?Did you try contacting Ms. Kim Na-Yools attorney? He should have given you his business card yesterday. Dont you think contacting her directly looks more sincere? Thats why. ?Mr. Lee Sang-Hoon, it might look like efforts and sincerity to you, but from her point of view, didnt you harass her enough already? If you keep calling, she might feel threatened. Keep that up, and you might trip yourself over instead. This is insane ?Would she hire an attorney for nothing? Over such a minor issue? She doesnt want to have any face-to-face with you, thats what it means. She doesnt want to see your face, and she doesnt want to hear your voice. There are moments when ?the person you firmly believe is on your side could not be further than it. Sang-Hoon painfully gulped as the detectives aloof tone dug deep holes into his chest. ?Dont let it backfire by scaring the victim and try to persuade her through her attorney. He is most fitted to rationally judge what is beneficial to Kim Na-Yool, so start pushing there first. ?Even if we help, meditation is the best we can do. The police are in no position to force the victim to do anything. We did what we could, and we tried enough to convince her. Now it all depends on your own efforts. Thank you, detective. Really. ?Im saying this because I dont want to see a youngsters life get ruined over a single mistake. Isnt this world full of real criminals? If even ordinary citizens are labeled as criminals, then where are we going Hold tight to this chance and try hard to make up for your mistakes. Yes, I understand. No sooner had Sang-Hoon ended the call with feigned politeness than he furiously threw the cellphone into the passenger seat. Fuck! He was annoyed ever since the moment he had to show gratitude for the detectives understanding. Because just hearing the sympathetic tone bullshitting him as if he truly was a criminal in need of redemption, he already felt his life was screwed. Although all was said in Sang-Hoons interest, his resentment had already reached such proportions that everything could only feel dissatisfying. This wench, damn it! Fucking bitch Why did things turn out this way in the first place?! Whose fault is it! It was a bitter cry. This fucking mess was all this bitch, Kim Na-Yools fault. You bitch, you ruined my whole life Sang-Hoon madly mumbled in anger and slammed hard at the steering wheel. Ahh, fuck! Hitting with all his might, his hand hurt and he screamed, briefly forgetting that he was cursing Na-Yool. Sang-Hoon shook his painful hand in the air and held it dearly. He then proceeded to hit his head on the steering wheel while spitting a stream of swearing. Fuck damn it Half of his voice eventually cracked with tears. He was miserable, but he had to try hard again. After carefully picking up his cellphone and making sure he had not broken another phone, Sang-Hoon took a slow, deep breath and started looking through his contact list. Attorney, attorney Not long after, Sang-Hoon found the stored number and pressed the call button while rubbing away the wet traces of his whimpering. The attorney quickly answered the phone. ?Yes, Kim Ji-Hoon speaking. Ah, good day sir. I am ?Im in a meeting right now. Ill get back to you. What the fuck. Stupidly staring at the phone that got hung up as soon as the call was answered, Sang-Hoon swore in a breath. It was more than obvious that the attorney had inadvertently accepted the call, deemed that it was not important, and hung up. Who in hell holds meetings on a Saturday evening at 7 pm Fucking attorney bastard. Damn Kim Na-Yool, that bitch Sang-Hoon recalled yesterdays rotten scene with red eyes. The disgusting sight of Na-Yool pitifully leaving the police station in the arms of the pompous bastard. Ironically, their image kept replaying in Sang-hoons head, beautifying repeatedly, and the more it beautified, the higher his frustration and anger soared. With his background, only a crazy bastard would date someone like you. As he grunted, when Na-Yools pretty little face flashed in his mind, Sang-Hoon felt his blood boiling. Also, her alluring body hidden beneath her neat attire. When he closed his eyes, he could visualize Si-Jin and her messily tumbling around. Yesterday too, she must have been moaning wildly, lying under the bastard. How often had the two had sex together? Fuck, fuck! Still pouring out curse words, Sang-Hoon banged his head like crazy over and over on the steering wheel. Note: Please note that the release schedule for this novel will change from weekly to sporadic. Thank you for your understanding! Chapter 101 A moment after, he lifted his head. When his vision blurred again, he wiped the wetness from the corner of his eyes. Unable to suppress his anger, tears kept flowing. They kept flowing, making him even more angry. He was utterly miserable. But then. Sang-Hoon was staring forwards, panting, when two sudden knocks on the car window made him turn his head. In the underground parking lot, outside the tainted dark window, he could barely discern someone standing there. What the Taken aback and before he could even swear, a rattling sound was heard and the drivers door swung open. What the heck! This is someone elses Sang-Hoon froze, the rest stuck in his throat. It was because the mysterious man who had flung the door open bent his body inwards and revealed his face. Why? why are you here? Ive waited a long time for you, but it didnt look like you were gonna get off anytime soon .. I wondered if youd died inside your car. Im checking. The bastard from the disgusting scene he had just pictured was standing there, with a smiling face even more perfect than he had imagined it. Sang-Hoon, who spaced out for a few minutes, forced down the spasming corners of his mouth to speak up. What are you doing, coming to my house?! You tell me. What did you do at Na-Yools house, again? The relaxed tone multiplied Sang-Hoons apprehension. Indeed, there was no reason for Si-Jin to have such a pleasant attitude towards him. Sang-Hoon sensed he was scheming something, but he could not figure out what his motive was for coming here. With a devoted attorney on his side, what need was there for Si-Jin to show his valuable face in person? This is a proper question, by the way. I wasnt told clearly about the incident, you see. Seeing how you cant answer, I guess youve done something unspeakable Ah! Si-Jin exclaimed, as if enlightened. Was it that you tried to rape her but failed? And hit her a few times because it didnt work out the way you wanted it to. He recited with a light tone, as if it was no big deal, seemingly back to a calmer mood. Sang-Hoons lips twitched as he sharply looked at Si-Jin. Am I correct? It is quite a shitty question, right? Mr. Shithead Lee Sang-Hoon. What do you want? No sooner had the question fallen out of Sang-Hoons lips than Si-Jin sniggered in a low laugh, repeating his words. What do I want, you say Although his smile remained, his expression was ambiguously menacing. Nothing good would result from dealing with him any longer. Sang-Hoon wearily shook his head in dismissal. To begin with, I have nothing to say to you. After all, this is between Kim Na-Yool and me, just the two of us. Youre in no position to interfere in this matter, and neither do I have any obligation to discuss with y For once, we are on the same page. What! Sang-Hoon barely uttered a word when a hand suddenly reached into the car and grabbed him by the collar. Before he could even resist, he got dragged out and thrown onto the ground. Because to begin with, I, also have nothing to say to you. You fucker! Already speaking casually? Were not that close, though. Well, fine. How nice, getting familiar so soon. What are you doing?!? Showing up without warning, damn it! Getting over his surprise, Sang-Hoon arduously got up as he staggered, when Si-Jin kicked his shoulder to the floor. He fell down along with a sharp gasp. Clutching his shoulder, he backed off and spewed out, Fucking bastard! Who do you think you are Me? Im no one. huff! Who am I to meddle in the matter between you two, hm? I cant get involved, can I. pant, pant Thats why Im not discussing but beating you like this instead. Bam! With a heavy swing, the tip of a shoe flew straight into Sang-Hoons stomach. Sang-Hoon shuddered and tried to get up, but each time, Si-jins foot swiftly kicked him down. Crazybas, tard! A fine lunatic, yet you sure are an amazing sight. Looking so fucking good-natured, but what a waste. Youre so rotten inside, it makes you look so freaking ugly. You, fuck! You did it because of love, you say? And blissfully thought it would work, no less! This sex offender bastard. You dont even know your place. You, damn it, you think Im scared, cough! One straight kick. Sang-Hoon clutched his stomach and groaned while crawling on the ground. He would counterattack if he could, but to engage in a fight with this madman would be a mistake. Sang-Hoon endured and endured again, holding onto the single thought that he could not afford to get reported for being involved in another incident. There were security cameras, and the more he got hit, the higher the chances that the other party would get into trouble C not him. However, under such a rational and desperate judgment, he could not ignore his total incapacity to even stand, his limbs shaking. So in fact, Sang-Hoon was not enduring C he just had no other choice but to put up with it while cursing at Si-Jin in mad desperation. Si-Jin looked down at Sang-Hoon with a gleeful smile, as if seeing through his thoughts. Report it. I beat you up to have you report it. Ill call, cough, the police! You, youre fucked! Well, could I get more fucked than you? You think I wont?! Fuck, arent you that companys President? But you dare beat people like this By the way, you dont have as much money as I thought. What? At the abrupt change of subject, Sang-Hoons boiling anger momentarily fizzled out in perplexity. Dont you want to settle? And so long as Kim Na-Yool is willing to, you will give as much as she asks for. Si-Jin replied with a slight shrug. Why is that But you dont really have money, do you. Cars, bikes, surfing, some stocks dropping down for the past few years You sure invested hard just to show off, afraid to look like a loser. And now youre left with nothing. Youve got a good job so you pretend to be upright, but it turns out you have a close to 100 million won loan. Ah, did you have some fun with bitcoins? Fuck, you even do a background check?! Youre only saying that now? This is your house, Lee Sang-Hoon. Get a grip. It was the tone of one looking down on the other. Thinly coated with contempt and mocking disappointment about how Sang-Hoon had only just realized the fact despite the obvious clue that Si-Jins presence here was. You could never give anything Kim Na-Yool asks for. Never. What are a few hundreds Not with your money. If its paying back the loan, it might be easy. I believe in your abilities, too. Im just saying I know you have little leeway in your pockets. What the hell does it have to do with you, damn it! It does, because Im helping you right now. Bam! Another kick to the stomach echoed in the parking lot. At 7 pm on a Saturday evening, when at least one car might pass by, the strange and cruel reality was that there were none in sight. The fuck! What help, is that! How did this happen? Sang-Hoon ground his teeth as karma ironically hit him just as he did to Na-Yool one and a half days ago in the hallway of her apartment complex. He thought someone would suddenly appear to report Si-Jin, but there was no sign of it happening and he felt helpless. Cellphone, where is my cellphone Sang-hoon finally remembered that he had put it in his jacket pocket after calling the lawyer earlier. But as soon as he pulled it out, Si-Jins foot kicked his hand. Not satisfied with just that, Si-Jin crushed the phone that was a couple of steps away with his heel, and only then kicked it back to Sang-Hoon. Sang-Hoon seized it and gulped. After all, youre a fucking bum who cant even pay the settlement money by himself. Not to mention the penalty fee, obviously. huff.! So I want to give it to you instead. [T/N: lol Si-Jin is basically telling Sang-Hoon to let him beat him and then he (SH) can get money from reporting him (SJ). Then use it to compensate for our FL xD Thats what he means by help. Si-Jin is such a weirdo, I swear!] You crazy? what the fuck, crazy bastard In terms of craziness, I still cant catch up to you though Isnt it a bit too generous coming from you? Si-Jin asked in false modesty, as if he had heard a great compliment, and squatted down in front of Sang-Hoons trembling body. How much do you think the penalty will be? You must have an estimate in mind, right? The detective was openly on your side, so he probably hinted to you to prepare in advance. Minimum, maximum. Shut, up Chapter 102 The settlement money follows the penalty fee. If you know the penaltys maximum fee, then you can estimate the maximum amount for the settlement money. That would be the utmost maximum you can go. So, how much is that? If youre lucky, the sexual harassment charges will be dropped. If youre not, well, the worst will be in your head. Isnt it why youre bumming around after failing to reach Kim Na-Yool? You certainly would like to somehow get an agreement and pass the prosecution stage safely. Its none of your business, fucker Isnt it an excellent opportunity? Im willing to give how much you want, you know. Looking down and smiling brightly, Si-Jins lips exuded delight. The refreshed expression was a world away from the vile contempt and murderous intent reflecting within his eyes. Sang-Hoon clenched his teeth. I dont, need your money For sexual harassment, the penalty fee starts at least at 5 million won. Physical assault and other threats, at roughly 2 million. Self-awareness, self-esteem, self-respect, self-confidence Sang-Hoon felt like everything that starts with self was falling apart. For every word that fell from the top of his head, something collapsed in his mind. So minimum 7 million. More? Or maybe less? Well, its not exactly accurate, but not that important, anyway. After all, you really are a bastard bum in need of money, and I really want to beat you up. We indeed need each other here. At a glance, Si-Jins light, even playful tone, was chilling. Sang-hoon fearfully raised his trembling face to meet his eyes. His stare filled with the disgust of touching something dirty, Si-Jin grabbed Sang-Hoons head and slammed it on the ground as he whispered: So, get beaten for worth 7 million more. Uugh. You will settle with me, hm? Uh, ugh Si-Jin asked lazily while pressing the head onto the ground. Sang-Hoon could not answer and heaved a stifled groan. Si-Jin ignored it with a nonchalant shoulder shrug. Didnt everyone tell Kim Na-Yool that shes stupid not to sign an agreement? That she doesnt know how it benefits her? And that its pointless to stubbornly ask for punishment? But unlike her, you are smart, so I believe you know that money is everything. Ugh I wish you good luck trying to persuade her with the money youll earn from this beating. Fuck Kim Na-Yool, Kim, Na-Yool too Does she, know youre a fucking thug What if she does? Youre the one being beaten up. A fucking, thug like you, you shouldnt be by her side There is no one more dangerous to Kim Na-Yool than you. You fucking rapist bastard. The frosty voice, with no trace of glee, pierced Sang-Hoons eardrums like an ice pick. He spat out curses in answer as he struggled with his head crushed sideways. You will, regret this! You, dammit, agreement? Over my dead body! Ill ruin your life Sorry, but my salary comes from my own pockets. My life is not easy to ruin. Unlike yours. Si-Jin chuckled and roughly threw Sang-Hoons head, who toppled. Pressing his hands on the ground he tried to pick himself up, but Si-Jin immediately knocked him down again with a kick. Where are you going? Its money-making time. Fuck! Curse one more time, and Ill really cut your dick off. Chapter 26 C Monday 6:50 a.m. Did I oversleep? Na-Yool thought as she dizzily peered over the blanket. She slitted open her heavy eyelids with much difficulty, gaining a blurry vision of her surroundings, but her conscience still refused to wake up. While she remained tightly wrapped in the blanket as her mind wandered off, the sound of a shower coming from the bathroom suddenly stopped. It was the main culprit behind Na-Yools guilt. [T/N: Shes feeling guilty for having too much sex! She sort of avoids Si-Jin in the following paragraphs because shes exhausted and fears he will tempt her for more ahahah] Shortly after, the door to the bathroom attached to the bedroom opened from afar, revealing Si-Jins naked body moving into the connected dressing room. Truly a proud perverts naked body with nothing to complain about If she had her head straight, Na-Yool would have averted her eyes or gotten flustered. But she was not, and therefore was not affected at all. No, not at all Gulp. With a short gasp, she sprang to her feet. Lets check the time. Expecting to find her phone nearby out of habit, Na-Yool slapped around the bed looking for it. As she did so, she distractedly sat down on the bed without noticing that her own naked body was entirely exposed. Not that not finding her phone was this distracting, but to a still half-asleep Na-Yool, nothing was more urgent. Her memory slowly returned, from the moment Sang-Hoon completely ruined her cellphone to the moment Si-Jin left some shopping bag on the table, and then to the weekend where she neglected its content. Im positive I turned it on here yesterday Turn what on? Na-Yool abruptly turned her head towards where the voice came from. It was a reflex without logic. When she saw the unsought Si-Jin boasting a handsome appearance while her phone remained missing, she defeatedly turned her head away. She was surprised by how vexingly fast Si-Jin put on suit pants and fastened a white shirt all the way up in the meantime she had looked away from the dressing room. But more vexing was that all her energy had been drained dry throughout Sunday by that man. As of now, she had somewhat had enough of all the sex, so her rejecting head-turn was merciless. Though belatedly, she did not forget to cover her naked body with the blanket. Greeting me first thing today, what expression is this? I am not making any particular one. Exactly, what with the deadpan face? Im pained. With how thick your skin is, what could possibly This face, hurts. hurts you. Ignoring his nonsensical pouting, Na-Yool started looking for her cellphone on the bed. As soon as she did, Si-Jin plonked on the edge of the bed and outrightly watched at the scene. Or more precisely, at her body covered by the blanket occasionally revealing some skin. What are you looking at so lewdly? He was so openly staring that it was hard not to notice. Na-Yool wrapped herself in one more layer and squeezed her eyes at Si-Jin. He shrugged. Ive seen it all anyway. You know what it looks like, so why are you staring with those lustful eyes? Its because I know that I want to look. The pervert confessed with no hesitation. With no logic to begin with, what hesitation could there be? Na-Yool sighed and silently shook her head. Si-Jin was fastening his sleeve button as he glanced carefreely at her like looking at a cute teasable thing when he seemed to realize something. Are you perhaps looking for this? Here. Na-Yool accepted the object with an astound expression. It was her cellphone, which she remembered the battery was running low. However, the phone was now at 100% because Si-Jin had apparently charged it overnight. Yes, this phone. The one she had been searching for for a while. Before Na-Yool realized it, the blanket had slightly slid down when she took the phone, revealing her arm up to her shoulder Si-Jin unexpectedly pulled it back up. His fingertips vaguely grazed against the hollow of her clavicle in an ambiguously flirtatious manner, but that was all. Ive been looking for it for a long time. Didnt you see You should have told me. The words dropped, leaving Na-Yool speechless, and Si-Jin turned and left the room. His back exuded satisfaction. It was obviously intentional. Treating people casually like a cute show to look at! Did I just say cute? Get a grip, me! Really, he is such a mystery Na-Yool muttered with sincerity. The more she knew him, the more things she did not understand about him, to the point she cannot even count them anymore. Na-Yool crawled down from the bed as she grumbled. Even if she was not behind time, she thought it would be a little late, but it was only 6:50 am. Chapter 103 According to her usual routine, she would wake up around 7 am, roughly wash her hair still in a daze, put on some simple makeup in a short time to optimize the process, and leave the house without eating anything. Then, she could get to the office at around 8:05, which would speed up the flow of the rest of the day. As for the leisure of lying down in her apartment and watching TV for a little while after work, it depended on her strong and diligent workhorse might. It was the best she could do. After entering Si-Jins company there was nothing Na-Yool was prouder of in her life than the fact that this routine became a natural habit. She was not even a high schooler, but she woke up at 7 every day! She could get ready and leave the house in 20 minutes! To her, that sense of pride was as good as food to power up. But to think waking up at 6:50 am in this house made her feel like lagging behind! Like a criminal on the run, Na-Yool instead washed her hair more speedily than any other time, barely put any makeup on except for her eyebrows, and looked through the shopping bag that she had thrown in a corner of the dressing room. She did not have much luggage, so why is it that she could not find precisely what she needed! Just as she fished out a blouse, she heard a short knock on the door. Yes? Come eat breakfast. Im good! Na-Yool busily answered through the door and turned her attention back to her blouse only to frown, noticing it was crumpled all over. Without realizing that Si-Jin was peeking at her in her back, a similar frown on his face. What do you mean, youre good? Ahh, you scared me! Theres still plenty of time. Take it easy and come eat first. I usually do not eat breakfast before work It will delay me more, so dont wait for me, and just eat by yourse Eat. The reiteration was, in fact, closer to an order than a suggestion. Si-Jin already minded her small appetite, so it was not hard to imagine how he must have received it when she said she was skipping a meal entirely. Na-Yool put down her blouse with a sigh and tottered out of the dressing room following him. Two slices of bread and scrambled eggs. It was extremely simple compared to what he had prepared over the weekend, but it was still a luxurious table for Na-Yool. A warm slice of toasted bread certainly could not compare to her original no-time-to-eat mornings! Quickly forgetting how she had just refused it, Na-Yool took a bite of bread in a relaxed mood and sat down. She was wearing her nightdress on top, tucked into a skirt she had just put on with no stockings, but she did not care as much about her outfit as before. It felt strange. She wondered how sharing her daily life with Si-Jin came so easily, when she could never do it even with an ex she had dated for a whole year. Just how did she end up making a first with such a stubborn man? Until now, could such an exception exist if not by accident? To her, and obviously to him as well, today was an exception. Yesterday, and the day before too, also were. This man, who was extremely wary of other men, and both obstinate and self-indulgent to no end. This man, who proudly, and surprisingly, eagerly, strives to make a living ? plainly said, a pathological hard worker. Setting aside their personal abilities and backgrounds and simply looking at them as individuals, nothing about them suited each other. Si-Jin ate his food fast but unhurriedly like someone used to time his eating time, then he stood up while Na-Yool was barely halfway through her meal to go make his infamous healthy smoothie. Yes, things like this. Things like eating something good for his body ? and at a fixed time, no less ? or using his time to the minute Can I not drink this today? Why? You drank it fine yesterday. But today is a working day Even more reason to drink it. On the contrary! Going to work is already upsetting, do I have to drink such a tasteless thing right from morning Na-Yool pleaded in earnest with a tearful face, and Si-Jins heart seemed to soften. With a slightly more indulgent expression, he took the cup he had placed in front of her. And then, put it down closer to her. ? Here. Didnt your expression and action play out completely differently just now? I even added an apple for you. Its sweet. So what if he added apple? The smoothie had some disgusting color, on the edge of something neither completely green, blue, or gray. As Na-Yool glared at the smoothie in disbelief, Si-Jin so kindly lifted the cup and brought it to her lips. Get that away! Am I Jang Hui-Bin or what? [T/N: Jang Hui (or Hee)-Bin is a consort who was sentenced to death by poisoning, which she drank somewhat willingly]. Act your age, dont whine like a kid. Ah, really Na-Yool reluctantly took the cup and gulped it down. If this is what acting her age is, she does not want to do it anymore. She swallowed the last drop while repeatedly mumbling about her social life. Isnt it sweet? Are you kidding me? The smoothies which Si-jin insisted on every morning could contend for the top worst food Na-Yool had ever eaten in her life. Of course, in their own league. Yesterdays smoothie VS the one from the day before, todays smoothie VS tomorrows one Si-Jin gazed at Na-Yools face, which was as rotten as the taste, with the kindest eyes ever. If you feel the natural taste of the ingredients, you will sense the sweetness even without sugar. Where did this naturalistic culinary researcher pop up from?! Every time something like this happened, Na-Yool was confused. It was as if Si-Jin and the roguish pervert with the lewd mouth who only spoke vulgarities were not the same people. How could someone be consistent by being so inconsistent? There is coherence in his incoherence; after he unrestrainedly displayed how much of a handful wacko he was, he then appealed that he was a normal and sound person. Of course, it was hard to believe so since the order was already messed up. Na-Yools eyes pierced at him, and she put down the cup which she had been subconsciously clutching. It is not easily done, hence the need for sugar. Its a result of human evolution. Ordinary peoples taste buds are not as sensitive as those of gourmets like you, able to awaken at the faintest flavor. So here I feel like Im being deceived. Its a scam good for your health, dont you think? So you agree that you tricked me, am I right? If you dont plan on going to work in just your underwear, I suggest you put on a top soon. Ah. Enticing me right from the morning, I swear. After sitting at the table in this attire without feeling out of place up to now, the sudden staring gaze made Na-Yool feel ashamed of her current outfit. She hurriedly got up from her seat, but then squinted her eyes at Si-Jin as she realized that he had swiftly turned the conversation around like he always did ? which is, in his own favor. What? Whats up? This attitude, this haughty boldness that struck people speechless, was the cherry on the top. It was the attitude of a man who clearly thinks he is always in the right and does not feel a speck of incoherence in his actions. You are not actually in the mood for it, are you? I am. Whenever you want to avoid a subject and distract my attention, I know you always say this on purpose. To make me forget what we were talking about. I am fully aware of it. Nope. You very much excite me right now. Chapter 104 At an extremely proper time, with very proper motives, sitting down face to face to eat breakfast, they argued over an indecent topic while getting ready for work. In such simplicity that, if someone incidentally heard, they could read the mood even by selectively closing their ears to the vulgar words. No, you are not. How would you know? It shows on your face, Mr. President. Right now Should I really show you? Na-Yool was startled by the sound of the belt unfastening and stepped back. Of course, Si-Jin stopped his hands, holding onto the belt. What are you trying to show me! The proof of my excitement. You really would rather show me such a weird thing right from morning than back down? This is crazy, truly crazy There was no one else to listen but Na-Yool spontaneously whispered, like a sense of urgency to not let anyone hear how rogue this man was. Although, she would not even be able to say a word if there indeed was someone. With you, it doesnt take long to stand up, Si-Jin grumbled in a placid tone as he refastened his belt with a disappointed look. I did not hear anything. It was already half-erected while I was eating. I. didnt. hear anything. Even if you keep your skirt and only give me a peek of your chest, then it will I cant hear, I cant hear a thing. Na-Yool covered her ears like an elementary school student, swiftly turned around, and darted back to the dressing room. With brisk steps, as if Si-Jin ? who did not even follow suit ? was chasing straight after her. By the time Na-Yool finished drying her hair, dressed up fully, and left the house, it was already 7:20 am. It took only 10 more minutes, and it certainly was not a late time by Na-Yools standards, but it was definitely too late for Si-Jin. In the elevator heading to the parking lot, Na-Yool glanced at him and asked: When did you wake up? I woke up a little late today. So did I. Ive seen it in person, so shouldnt I know? Si-Jins eyes looked at her with a humorous glint. He nonetheless nodded his head to give Na-Yool some face for admitting herself being late. I think you need to improve your lifestyle a little more. She was already starting to feel sleepier because she woke up a little earlier than usual, and hearing those words left her dumbfounded. Na-Yool spontaneously leaned against the wall of the elevator and helplessly asked again. When did you wake up, exactly? Around 6.20 am. If this was considered late, then she had nothing to say! Na-Yool glanced at Si-Jin with a baffled look, then turned her head away, staring forwards. Then usually at 6 At the latest, yes. So even 6 is late uh? You really are a machine On many days, his offices lights would still be on until 1 am ? and there were even days he would not go back home at all. Such lifestyle standards could not come about with normal thinking or stamina. What the hell do you do when you wake up so early? Check emails about overseas transactions, newspapers, and other stuff, and plan the day. The voice was fluid and dull like a robot had answered rather than a human being. As a matter of course, being lazy is a boss best virtue. In that sense, that voice was enough to tell that Si-Jin lacked such virtue. Have you ever thought that you are living too flamboyantly? Rather, I think a lot about how I could improve further. You still want more? Gosh, your greed has no limit. And so, you dont like it? Si-Jin abruptly asked as Na-Yool got off the elevator while mumbling. She subconsciously looked back at him. His eyes staring at her had not a single hint of teasing. They were not overly severe either, but there was a vague seriousness, as if Probing? Investigating? Should I live a bit more idly? Why are you asking me that? I want you to like me even a little. The unexpected, flat comeback struck Na-Yool dumb. Whats going on? As if someone had blocked her mouth, she could not utter a word and stupidly stared as Si-Jin swiftly past by her. Even a little? To say so, did he possibly think she did not have some affection ? no, that she did not like him at all? What do you mean? It means what it means. No hidden meaning. Wait, hang on. Do you like me? What? Na-Yools what? went five notes higher than usual. I asked if you like me, Si-Jin repeated while opening the car door. You dont, do you. The critical hit delivered without warning reached its own conclusion in an instant. Despite landing himself the attack, Si-Jin casually sat in the car and slammed the door close as if he had nothing more to add. Na-Yool could not even think straight, let alone answer. Suddenly left on her own outside the car, she kept blinking blankly. Not getting in? She looked in confusion through the lowered window. Si-Jin was facing her with a neutral expression, as though the conversation from the second before had nothing to do with him. Getting in, Im getting in. Na-Yool circled the front of his car and got into the passenger seat. Si-Jin had already started the engine and was touching his cell phone as if he had remembered something. It gave Na-Yool a break to stare forward for a while and get out of the stupor and perplexity she was stuck in. But before she could snap out of it, Si-Jin held out something to her. You pick. Na-Yool gave an inquisitive look at his cellphone suddenly shoved under her nose. Her brain understood in one look that she was looking at a movie reservation window open on the screen, but it could not process the info. What is it? Movie. I can see that. Reservation. I can see that too. Its as you see. And so, what is this exactly? Lets watch a movie. OMG. Na-Yool looked at him in shock. It was a surprise to her that Si-Jin would even mention doing any of all the common dating gimmicks that people do. Like how right now gave her a Heavens! Did he just invite me to watch a movie together at the theater?! astonishment. You know that we are dating, right? You do remember, right? Ah, indeed. Right, they were even dating. Na-Yool reminded herself of that bigger shock and studiously swiped through the movie selection window after mumbling embarrassingly. She herself felt ridiculous. You pick. One after 10 pm. What genre do you like? If I know your tastes, then I leave it to you. That wont do. For the both of us to enjoy it together, we Whatever we watch, its a waste of time to me anyway. You can choose whatever. His tone was so plain that Na-Yool almost misunderstood for a moment. You say its a waste of time, and you expect me to pick after hearing that? she asked, stunned. You hear worse things every day at the office. Its understandable because it is about my work. Not about wasting someone elses time. Mr. President, if you do not like movies, we dont have to watch one together. There is no need either to force yourself to indulge me. But you like movies. How do you know? Si-Jin said nothing for a moment. Five seconds of silence. I meant that it makes no difference whatever you choose. But will you not hate it anyway? Thats what bothers me. I dont know how you know that I like movies, but I wont die if I do not go to the theater. Else I would not even work at Ethical Communications. [T/N: Na-Yool is implying that because of work she isnt that free either to go watch movies whenever she wants.] Im okay with wasting my time on you. Ive been fine with it since Friday already. In fact, even before that. With nothing to reply, Na-Yool was stunned. She zoned out, repeatedly staring forwards, then at Si-Jin, and then at the phone in her hand. Then at Si-Jin again, forwards, the phone The scene repeated, and it took about a minute or so for the pale face which seemed to have lost its soul to recover some color. Chapter 105 Can I pick a romantic comedy? Alright. But you wont be alright, Mr. President. Im telling you its okay. This movies reviews are bad, and the directors previous work is So which is it, do you want to watch it, or not even over your dead body? You really do not mind anything? Really? With that facial expression youre making? If you think this garbage movie looks fun, it is fine. As if she would! The overall rating was around 5~6/10, and as for the critics rating, it barely exceeded 3. Every single review already commented on how cringy the movie was. Na-Yool got what she wanted, but she was not sure to be able to stomach it. But Si-Jin was dead set on it, and Na-Yool eventually chickened out. I probably wont. Then why do you ask? She most likely wanted to test him. Did Si-Jin really mean it? Or, once at the theater, could he truly keep in check his occasional sour face due to wasting his time? Since he himself said it was fine and that all is good as long as she likes it? Waves of questions swayed her mind. It was all the same content, but she was confused. She felt like shoving an absolutely awful movie right to his face. Like an unconscious urge to pick a fight for no reason by asking Is this really alright?!. And also, the desire to not do it at all. Na-Yool spoke up by openly ignoring his question. I will pick something else. Truth is, she wanted everything to be perfect. Even if nighttime after working late did not offer many dating options, and even if it was something as trivial as watching a movie She at least wanted to avoid as much as possible anything that could undermine their relationship. Is a thriller okay? Sounds good. The movie with the best review right now is a thriller. Its a Korean movie Not that he will be interested anyway, Na-Yool thought as she glanced at Si-Jin, only to see that he was listening more seriously than she expected. It occurred to her that maybe what she hears and sees may not be everything. She briefly described the movie, and Si-Jin scantily agreed to watch it. He did not sound insincere at all. This is our first date. Maybe that is why Na-Yool unconsciously blurted these words. First unaware of what she herself mumbled, she then lost her composure and blushed belatedly. As for Si-Jin, he remained silent for a moment, then nodded. Along with such a short affirmative Thats right. Silence fell in the car again. In the midst of it, Na-Yool was trying to complete the reservation, but it seemed that Si-Jin had not used this app before so there was no registered payment information. She naturally took out her card from her wallet. No sooner she did so than Si-Jin snatched the phone from her hands while looking straight ahead. Why are you paying? Its not much Theres no need. He cut her off and tossed the phone into the back seat while smoothly turning the steering wheel with his other hand. Na-Yool threw him a stunned look, which Si-Jin threw back just the same as if she was the astonishing one. Why are you looking at me like this? We will watch it together, you know. You, and me too. I know. It is not that expensive anyway. Didnt you say paying 10,000won to watch a movie was expensive? Because that was for one on TV! This and that are different. I am not that poor! I got it. Si-Jin cursorily nodded his head and most likely did not get it. Na-Yool scoffed dumbfoundedly. Its really not much. I can afford it, trust me. As soon as she untimely boasted about her ability to earn money, she shook her head in disapproval. How could she brag about having the economic power to buy 2 movie tickets for her employer who drives a 200-million-won car! She felt ridiculous, however, Si-Jin did not seem to share the feeling at all. His answer was still perfunctory, but it still sounded somewhat sincere. I know. Then why does it matter whether I pay for it or not? She did not particularly want to act complacent. After all, it would not put her on an equal ability level as him even if she did. To begin with, she did not think much about it when she took out her wallet. She simply intended to pay for the tickets since there was no payment info And she genuinely thought that it would not matter who pays for such a small amount anywayor rather, it seemed so natural to do so that she did not even ponder over it. And did he not say it was a waste of time? Even sugarcoated in a for you, its ok, the meaning was still the same. For her sake, he was doing something he does not like, so obviously You do not like movies that much anyway, so if you are forcing yourself because of me, I would rather pay You dont like me either, but you are willing to date me, after all. Sorry? Youre willing to date me, so its only natural that I spend money. Be it 100 won or ten million won. Excuse me? It looks like we are here? Get off. Inside the car that slowed down and stopped near the company, Na-Yools head was in a jumble. Setting aside the confusion of having already arrived, what was that just now?! Mr, President, can it be I I dont want to hear it. Get off. This cold man, first being thankful to her for dating him, then offhandedly throwing her out the next second! Na-Yool knew it was a sort of self-defense, although Si-Jin had no idea what she had tried to say. She also took note of how cute his behavior was despite not suiting him at all. But even if he did not cut her off, it is most likely that Na-Yool would not have come up with a proper answer. She silently twitched her lips several times. She hesitated to open the door, and her hand placed on the handle eventually came to a stop. What are you doing? I am not like that. About what? Doing this kind of thing with a man I hate I could never. Never. I cant even stand their fingertips grazing me. It makes me sick, you know. Si-Jin was silent for a moment. Na-Yool deeply regretted that she had not turned on the car radio as soon as she got in. Despite lasting only a few seconds, the silence felt like minutes. It was time to get off, and it is not like she could either turn on the radio out of the blue. I want to do it. Si-Jin suddenly muttered in frustration as he banged his head on the steering wheel. [T/N: Yes, he means sex :D] So sudden, that the bewildered Na-Yool had to double-check. Sorry? When you say such a thing, I really want to do it. With what logic? Because you sound like I matter more to you than I expected. When you say so, it really does. Na-Yool was in the middle of inwardly scorning herself for expecting logic from a pervert when Si-Jins face and voice turned deadly serious. As he leaned his head on the steering wheel to look sideways at Na-Yool, his gaze was earnest and deep. Ev? even so It gives me expectations. Just expecting more from you is enough to make my dick stiff. Na-Yools face blushed beyond red. This pervert There were times when she had heard such vulgar innuendos without flushing up. No matter how obscene the words were, and no matter how lewd he behaved. But there was no such initial statement back then. Chapter 106 Si-Jin pulled her by the nape of her neck and kissed her. Their tongues mingled messily, but as soon as their lips briefly separated to reunite in a new kiss, instead, Si-Jin carefully suckled the edges of her lips as if he did not dare dig in. That said, with moderate persistence. Na-Yools lower lip was bitten and sucked on till moistened. She panted brokenly through her slightly opened lips. She also seemed to hear a peal of soft laughter. Kim Na-Yool, I know that you at least dont hate me, Si-Jin said in a whisper as he gently rubbed her lips with the tip of his thumb. His other hand moved away, covertly brushing between her thighs in passing. Na-Yool blankly raised her blurry eyes. Its just that now I need more than that. One serious sentence that was too much to handle, her still restless breath blowing towards him, his obviously aroused stare fixed on her Na-Yool felt a burning fire raging inside. However, she eventually recalled that they were close to the company. Si-Jin was the first to turn his head. If you dont get off, I might take you straight to the parking lot. Well, if youre ok with doing it once in the car before work Im getting off, I am. Ive been thinking about it. About what? The parking lot, my office, the washrooms, the 40th floor residence I was wrong. I should not have asked. While we were flirting just now, I kept thinking like a madman about where I can have sex with you Stooop. But I thought you might hate it, just like this. Si-Jin grinned like a child, brightly but with a hint of mischief. Im painfully holding back, so please get off already. Na-Yool peeked once at his face, then at his lower half. Proof that it was not empty words, the half-erected tent below his belt immediately caught her eyes. The child-like, wry smile grew deeper. If you keep looking at it this way Im getting off! Thank you for driving me. Na-Yool jumped off her seat as if running away. Si-Jins soft, teasing chuckle kept ringing in her ears. Chapter 27 C Wednesday afternoon 1:23 p.m. Ms. Na-Yool, what are you doing? Seung-Jae came up to her, sucking the soy milk from its pack. Apartments, Na-Yool answered without looking at him. Apartments? Im looking at apartments. She quickly scrolled through the photos with her mouse, closed the tab, and clicked on another offer. It was a site where real estate agents often posted lease rentals or monthly rentals. [T/N: If youre curious about the difference, you can google jeonse and wolse for further details.] A big and clean house, a nice bathroom, a bathtub to fully relax her body, and meals always prepared for her Of course, dinner was usually at night, but Si-Jins house was perfect. So perfect that it was problematic. It had already been five days since Na-Yool moved in under the pretext of being in his care for a while, and she was still living there, as though she secretly had no thought about leaving at all. And soon it was Wednesday. She appreciated Si-Jins self-motivated goodwill, but she refused to be someone who takes it for granted. Na-Yool had always held such people in low regard. She really could not become one of them. Also, she was concerned about having such a comfortable and natural relationship right from the beginning of their romance. They had very easily gotten over the wall that she did not get through even with her boyfriend of almost 2 years. It felt reassuring to note that Si-Jin was an exceptional case, but still, now that they were dating, they needed to cherish the time it takes to build up such a sense of natural closeness. Or else, what if she becomes an easy woman who can effortlessly be tossed aside? No matter how much a woman kept her distance, drew a line, or built a wall, many men behaved as if sleeping once with her made her their property. Of course, Si-Jin was not like that, but Whatever. After all, people dated because they trusted the good first impression they got of the other party. Who would date a weirdo right from the start? Indeed, how things would develop in the future was unpredictable. Na-Yool bitterly laughed at herself. It appeared that she was no longer able to trust anyone, and she rather felt disheartened. The reason she ended up thinking so was because of the phone call from the police this morning and the memory of how all this happened. The police tried to persuade her one last time, but she hung up on them after firmly restating her refusal to settle. What was a million won or so anyway? It indeed was no small money for an ordinary office worker, but it was neither great enough to offset the fear, the anguish, and the disgust she felt towards Sang-Hoon back then nor to restore her trampled self-esteem. The police once again dismissed it by arguing that it was the same thing whether Sang-Hoon paid the penalty fee or the settlement money it simply was a question of to whom the money will go [T/N: settlement money goes to the victim, while penalty fee goes to the government]. But Na-Yool still had a different opinion. If she settled, Sang-Hoon would just pay the money and that is it. He would definitely use financial means to deal with the next time as well. And no doubt some of this money would remain. He hushed up this incident with money, so next time too for sure. After all, he was even fine with her going to the police to ask for a few million. Nothing was more ironic than people putting a price on bullying others. Na-Yool felt refreshed, as she had no intention to put a price tag on herself. However, it bothered her that there still was no news from Sang-Hoon despite clearly being informed of her refusal. It was obviously for the best to end it like this without further contact, but after all, it was realistically difficult Are there any good apartments? Let me see. Seung-Jae went to his desk to briefly check the monitor, then came back to Na-Yools side. There are a few, but nothing really to my liking. All were inferior to her previous apartment. Although some were clean and of a similar size, they did not fit her current requirements, and even when some did, the location was much worse. As for the ones which somewhat fit her requirements and had a better location, they were in poor condition. She would find a nicer one if she had plenty of time to look into it. But right now, with all her belongings still at her apartment, while she lazed around at Si-Jins place, she did not feel like she had that much time to spare. Maybe I should rent an officetel [T/N: Na-Yools apartment is a oneroom, the term is self-explanatory. Officetel are similar but usually bigger in size (so more expensive), and as the term implies, are located in a business area rather than a residential area.] It is obviously better! And a safer option for a woman living alone But all are far away. A little over my budget too. If you just decide on a lower deposit you will have way more options. Until now, I had paid a huge deposit to live, paying only minimal monthly rents. I think itll be a waste if I suddenly must pay higher ones. Im only at home to sleep anyway. And I wont be able to move out of my current apartment right away, so Im going to pay double rents every month Fortunately, the rental contract ended soon, and she had saved quite a bit of money apart from the deposit. It was not that surprising since she had not much time for personal leisure. Still, you should move out soon. Yes, I should. Out of fear, I do not think the bastard will harass you more. But it is for your peace of mind, Ms. Na-Yool. Feeling scared and unsecure every day, how could you Na-Yool sighed. In the end, the incident had reached even Seung-Jaes ears. Hyung-Wook had confessed that he got caught by a passing-by Park PD while he was whispering on the phone with the police, and he had no choice but to divulge the whole story under Park PDs relentless questioning. Persuaded that it was no small matter, Park PD had insistently asked about it, and Hyung-Wook had cracked. It happened on Monday, and he had only told some insignificant details and beseeched Park PD to keep it a secret between the two of them. Chapter 107 Park PD was a good person in many ways. However, his blabbermouth and one-track mindset were enough to undermine all his good deeds. There is no way that Hyung-Wooks request would have worked. After all, Park PD was someone who would think that Na-Yool had nothing to hide since she did nothing wrong, and that she rather spread around the bastards evil doing for him to get cursed to death. The only comforting thing was that both the fact that this matter was originally a secret and the fact that it was another secret that I should keep for myself but that I spitted out because I trust you were conveyed conjointly to the few people who heard about it. It was conveyed from one mouth to another and reached Seung-Jae in the name of Na-Yools sake, but fortunately it did not spread far. But he was too close of a person to her. I looked it up and there are quite a few cases where the guy flips out and keeps harassing when things do not go their way. Even though they act docile when the police are around. Yeah, Im moving out precisely because it might happen. Na-Yool muttered awkwardly. For the time being, shall we commute to and from work together? What? You might be scared when you go to or leave the company, so I will go pick you up at your house in the morning. Its alright. How would you do that, anyway? You barely can arrive at work before 9 am. But your circumstances are Its okay, and Im not even living in that apartment right now. Then where are you living? Just at a friends house from college. The casual lie tickled her throat. Have you stayed at their house since the weekend? Yeah. They invited me in after hearing of my circumstances. So Im living there for now, and just for the time being, until I find a new home. Except for who was the houses owner, all she had said was the truth. And it is not far from the company? A bit, but commuting is alright. Seung-Jae gave an appreciative nod. Misunderstanding Na-Yools troubled expression for gloominess, he patted her shoulder and the words that fell out were I am glad you broke up early thanks to me. Na-Yool let out a baffled laugh. But thinking about it, it was sort of right, so she nodded in acknowledgement. It really did end up this way. If you had gone to your Gapyeong trip, you would obviously have made one more memory with that weirdo. And worse, you would still be dating without knowing that he was this kind of bastard. Say no more, thats too scary. She was genuinely disgusted, and Seung-Jae obediently complied. He seemed to choose his words to add something. Ms. Na-Yool! I heard everything from Park PD! With excellent timing Kim PD appeared right then, panting loudly despite clearly not having run over there. Kim Sang-Hoon PD, the other Sang-Hoon. What? Your ex, that trash, I heard he is a complete lunatic? You even had to go to the police station! Ah Na-Yool smiled awkwardly with a faint voice. It seemed like Kim PD had worked outside for two days and only got to work in the office around lunch today. Consequently, Na-Yool had lowered her guard thinking that the noisiest person would not know, but it clearly was a mistake. She really should have known better about Park PDs big mouth! Are you okay? No injuries? Yes, nothing much. Your lips, this did a hit burst it? Its just a skin blemish. Ive been tired. As she dodged the question, Kim PD slammed the desk, more infuriated than she herself was. Crazy bastard! Such a bastard should be born in Singapore to get caned to death! Is it not flogging? Seung-Jae silently asked Na-Yool, who just shook her head in answer. Na-Yool, you really went through a lot. Really. How bad it must have been to even take it to the police despite your former dating history! Well, I probably lacked judgement. Of course, she was being polite. Just as a preventive measure, to not get hurt in case someone would berate her for dating a man she did not know that well. Kim PD frown. How can you say that? You fell into his trap because he is a fraud and good at it, not because youre stupid. Thank you. Kim PD observed Na-Yool with a worried look as she finally uttered the words that were stuck in her throat. With a single sentence, the guard she had put up until now had become futile. Are you okay now? Yes, I am. Youre not going to settle with that bastard, are you? Absolutely not. Bad guys like this must be given a criminal record. So that everyone knows how bad they are, and that companies, women and everything else avoid them at all costs. Although Kim PD would not know the details of the incident, it was of course inevitably pleasant to hear a voice taking her side. If only such a voice had been there at the police station on Friday, if someone had been on her side, more than now it would have been Na-Yool once again sighed bitterly. Even though she believed she had done nothing wrong, she had to fight against an inexplicable sense of disgrace. People mentioning the incident was enough to pain her, and she felt humbled because a third party knew about her most private matters. Im not the one to blame, so why? If it had not been for Si-Jin who filled her mind with his existence, for his warmth which silently wrapped her through that night, would she be sitting calmly as she currently was? Could she have really been comforted by Kim PDs words? Indeed, she needed to find an apartment soon. Na-Yool was hit with the realization about her unprompted new dating status. Chapter 28 C Kwon Si-Jins standpoint Si-Jins first memory went like this: He had received her portfolio through a clients introduction, a little bit more than 2 years ago. Kim Na-Yool, 27, a graduate from Seoul known for her artistic talent, majored in web graphic design, currently changing jobs for the 6th time. It was not unusual to do so at that age, and neither was it to receive her resume through a business partner. Although submitting your resume to a new company through a client of your previous company was indeed a little unconventional. However, designers sometimes move faster than migratory birds. It was an industry that exhausted people as quickly as goods, and cheap substitutes like fresh graduate designers kept on a leash at low cost were overflowing to replace them. Frequent change of jobs was the only way for them to raise their own value. It is hardly the case for a design agency since projects are allotted mechanically like in a factory, but in small-scale companies, there are often cases where there is absolutely no sense of distance between the designer themself and the client. As long as the designer is efficient and gets things done, the client will stick with them even if they leave the company. In some cases, it even happens the other way around. And that is how things turned like this. Chapter 108 Of course, Si-Jin did not mind. He seldom understood the desire for a married life, but it was their freedom, their happiness. That said, for a company whose business was advertising, design was its face and image. It was impossible for Si-Jin to be satisfied with a substitute hired off the cuff after submitting both of their maternity leave. Therefore, although there was no need for a new designer, it was a good pretext to consider hiring one ahead of time C a backup plan for any impromptu maternity leave. It was difficult to trust the objectivity of the client, but Si-Jin decided to at least take a look at Na-Yools portfolio. He tended to show an open attitude to the outside world, beyond what his subordinates could imagine. Although his motto in the company was Dont start something that cannot be done, to outsiders he appeared open-minded, changing it to Look before you leap. Since trust was impossible initially, the conclusion was set, but he nonetheless expressed his gratitude to the client by commending his discerning eye. After all, her portfolio, her interview he still had many ways left to nitpick. As it happened, Na-Yools resume, which he read only with the intention to reject her, was in fact surprisingly ordinary. In one company, she had worked over and over only on making package design, in another company, only interface for websites, and in another, only print ads she did not seem to have mastered any specialty over a long time. There could only be one reason out of two: Either she was moderately good at everything or bad at all of it. Fortunately, Na-Yool was the former. The type who was moderately skilled with any kind of design. She is a reliable designer who is moderately sensible, with a moderately popular but moderately unique and sophisticated style, moderately functional, who has a moderately high level of understanding and is not picky about the likes and dislikes of the client. Si-Jin thought one look at Na-Yools portfolio and it would be over, but he could not resist inviting her for an interview. As if she had been looking forward to it, the woman came to his office the next day. After leading the way for Na-Yool, Hyung-Wook had left quickly, leaving the two alone. Si-Jin greeted her for the first time with what seemed a friendly attitude. It was frequent that anyone who believed in this pretense would come to feel betrayed. The woman politely bowed her head. Washed-out, light-colored skinny jeans, red pointed toe pumps, a boxy sweater faintly revealing her shoulders, a height slightly taller than average, and a makeup neither too light nor too heavy. It was a simple but clean impression. However, it certainly was not an alluring look either. Si-Jin did not really care about peoples appearance to begin with. If he wanted to see flawless features, just looking in the mirror was enough. He generously eyed up Na-Yool, but as soon as their eyes met for the first time, she shyly lowered hers. Just as he was about to lose interest, she lifted her head back up. Hello, I am Kim Na-Yool. The blushing cheeks were not for him. She did not even show any signs of pondering whether to make eye contact with him or not. This is my additional portfolio. If you are interested, I would be honored if you would take a look at it as well. Would that be alright? A well-spoken voice reached Si-Jins ears. He nodded lightly in consent, and Na-Yool laid out her portfolio on his desk and sat down close to him. I am really sorry for the previous portfolio I submitted, but I had not properly heard from Director Kim about what kind of company Ethical Communications is So I simply compiled general works, and only heard afterward of your companys activity. I sincerely apologize, and I think the content I showed you was a bit lacking. I already thought it was appropriate, though? I called you here Ms. Kim Na-Yool because your portfolio was good. When Si-Jin said so with a smile, a faintly deeper blush appeared on Na-Yools already flushed cheeks. She seemed to be vulnerable to praise. The sight of her fair skin reddening and of her head slightly hung low caught his eyes anew. Na-Yool spoke up without raising her head. While she nonetheless remained very well-spoken. Thank you very much for your kind comments, but I think the works compiled in this additional portfolio are more aligned with Ethical Communications. These works fall within a field that I have never dealt with in my previous jobs, but I have been personally interested in it for a few years Others may say Si-Jin was being presumptuous, but he had a fairly strong conviction. A conviction which would rise the moment he smote a woman, or the instant when this moment clearly caught his sight: this woman will end up liking him. There has never been a time when Si-Jin felt thrilled or exhilarated by such conviction. Beyond boredom, he rather felt sick of it. He had faced countless such moments. Just like now, with Kim Na-Yool accurately exuding this same smitten impression. Being born with good looks was probably a sin, but it was inevitable to get tired of it. He had way more to do than parade his handsomeness! As he looked at Na-Yools newly brought portfolio, he almost missed it, but her eyes were seriously filled with enthusiasm. Well, I guess its okay, if she doesnt privately pester me. Anyway, the illusion would soon be shattered. Si-jin was an expert at nipping feelings in the bud. You can tell by the fact that none of the women who pictured a relationship with him made it come to fruition. It would not be long before disillusion filled Na-Yools clear eyes too. The industry being what it is, she should be familiar with the overwork abuse of employees. And if she was not, money would get her used to it. In this industry, the more comfortable a job and the lighter the workload is, the more it will gnaw at your mental sanity for a low salary. And if the job is uncomfortable and you slave yourself away, even then you will occasionally receive a wretched pittance. As for Si-Jin, his principle was to pay a high salary to a worthy person to suck them bone-dry. His company was made up of capitalists who supported that very principle. Of course, even Si-Jin had a minimum of conscience. To warn and inform. To state the fact that the salary she negotiated was not all that this company can give her. So to say, clearly state his inner thoughts as they were. I like to spend money on valuable people, its more economical than paying low wages to hire lots of worthless people. Everyone knows that one person doing their job properly is better than a bunch of stupid ones. But when anyone considers hiring a person, they think about the minimum cost. They want to save money, reduce the number, and then actually make the person work for much more worth than what they are paid. All the flaws of this industry come from there. Personally, Im sick of it, so my principle is to find someone valuable like Ms. Kim Na-Yool, pay you a worthy amount, and grind you down at equal value. Faced with an upgraded salary offer and Si-Jins alluringly good-looking face turned towards her continuously jabbering things, Na-Yool was naturally too bewitched to pick up what was being said. Anyone would. Be it men or women. In general, their frantic brain would stop at someone valuable. And of course, so did Na-Yool. Gawking at this new employer who said to her face that he would grind her down right from their first meeting, her whole expression was as if she was about to melt. He had warned her, and she had agreed. Si-Jin casually asked when she could start work, and Na-Yool answered it would take about a month to hand over her former job. He said he could of course wait that long, and she blushed again for who knows what reason. Chapter 109 At this point, it was hard to tell if Na-Yool was weak to compliments or weak to kind remarks coming from a superior. Of course, Si-Jins face clearly was the most important reason for her blushing. Afterward, he seemed to have forgotten entirely about her. He could swear he had not thought of Kim Na-Yool once. Without any special regrets or satisfaction about hiring her, a month passed. Si-Jin was always insanely busy with work, and Na-Yool was now one of many employees. Her existence had no weight. And as long as she did not upset him, she always would. Her first workday went well. The draft of her first project, which neither had flaws nor was visibly good, decisively made Si-Jin lose interest in her. Then it was Na-Yools second day at work. And then, that night. Si-Jin dreamt of Na-Yool and came. *** A wet dream, what the fuck! At the age of 30, out of nowhere, and dreaming of his subordinate. The first emotion that came over was self-loathing, the second was self-loathing, and the third was unsurprisingly self-loathing as well. Then came over the incomprehension. Why, because of what, for what?? It was the 30th year that Si-Jin did not bother dating because it was a waste of time, pointless, and for various similar reasons. Growing up from an innocent youth to the workaholic he now was, it was an unchanged rule he had firmly followed. Naturally, neither did he keep any woman by his side. At times, it felt like the whole world ostracized him. Whenever he looked down at others for exhausting themselves over annoying and meaningless matters of the heart, they gossiped he was a crazy weirdo with only his good looks for himself. He never understood why, for the sole reason he refused to date, people thought it was a waste of his beauty. But anyways, it was better to think of him as a weirdo wasting his looks than the serious suspicion that he might be gay. The correct answer, of course, existed. Si-Jin hated women, but in general he hated men much more. So he could not be gay, even over his dead body. On this matter, Ji-Hyung, one of Si-Jins few friends, once asked him if he did not simply hate humans as a whole, and it was perhaps the most accurate answer. It was not that Si-jin did not have a single romantic relationship just because it was a waste of time, or because he did not like women or men. He basically hated socializing with people. He just hated people. He liked seeing his family from afar, and his friends from time to time. He was emotionally detached by nature. That said, he did have sex drive ? although on and off ? so he neither was asexual. Desire was definitely there. However, the willingness to form a troublesome relationship with someone solely to satisfy this desire did not fit with Si-Jins independent worldview, who valued efficiency the most. In Si-Jins opinion, human rationality clearly prevailed over desire. He knew countless men could not do so, but just because there were countless dumbasses did not mean he had to be one of them as well. He was in strict control of himself. Only once every few months, or a quick fap once every few weeks. If he was pent-up, it was enough just to release. To have sex, he had two options: to sleep around with a woman he does not know well, like an animal in heat. Or on the contrary, to be a bastard and feign feelings to deceive a well-acquainted woman and put up with all kinds of tiring love affairs. As such, crude masturbation was rather better. The act was unpleasant, but at least it was convenient, and it was efficient. After all, it was a desire that had no object and had no identity. Therefore, it was the first time it involved someone. Aside from the fact that it had been ten years since Si-Jin last had a wet dream like some middle school student. Whether it was the first or not, the situation was such that only swearing was the right reaction. After all, the man entangled with the unrelated woman dragged into his dirty delusion was himself. With his subordinate, no less! Who started working for him barely 2 days ago! She was by no means the kind of woman Si-Jins unconscious would have drawn in, and he clearly had no interest in her, not to mention in the feelings between men and women. The only thing that caught Si-Jins interest was the portfolio that she diligently supplemented. Just this, for sure. But the portfolio certainly did not make him come, so what was going on? No matter how much he thought about it, Si-Jin had no clue. And he was not used to not knowing something. Neither was he used to not understanding something. It would not matter if it was not worth understanding, but this concerned his disciplined lower half. The source of his confidence was shaking whole. Unlike during the interview, the woman in the dream looked at him with pure eyes and was smiling. Pure, so pure it could not be qualified otherwise. It was such a dreamy gaze, as if there was no one else in this world but him to fill it. It was undeniably not the first time Si-Jin had received such a gaze, but it was at least the first time that his consciousness did not feel repulsed. Although it probably was because Si-Jins mind was not in the right place even to reject it. Crazy bastard, you fucking kinky bastard Si-Jin was engulfed in a total skepticism about life. He had crushed the woman with the innocent smile under him, fiercely stripped her of her clothes, bit her flushed cheeks, and sucked her lips. It seemed that her body had been touched only a few times, and it was a sadistic act of spreading her legs apart to ram in. If only he had blissfully forgotten about it all! If only his memory was at least hazy! As Si-Jin did not often dream, it was habitual for him to accurately remember the crazy dreams he occasionally saw. At this point, his flawless memory felt like a curse. Everything he did not want to remember was recalled. The moment when he thrusted into her wet insides, the moment when he randomly shoved and shot, and the moment the woman collapsed as she moaned in utter ecstasy while wrapping her arms around his neck despite his brutal lovemaking. Of course, since it was a crazy dream. At 4.40 am, after thoroughly washing his body up in a compulsive way, Si-Jin sat in the dark living room and searched for a while for a neuropsychiatry hospital. Only at 5.50 am did he acknowledge it was helpless, upon realizing that he would carry this dream secret to his grave. Si-Jin eventually arrived at the office early, before 7 am. In any case, it was not intentional. I never meant to, and I did not jerk off either, it just came out by itself. To begin with, Im not even interested in her. And even less in sex he inwardly denied like a mantra. As if chanting like this would turn it into truth. Even when he was really just stating facts, he was so eager like an earnest liar that it instead sounded untrue. Good morning, Mr. President. Such a lovely day. It seems like you came early? Truly, what a bad timing. Who else was it but the protagonist of his uncontrollable wet dream! Chapter 110 What about you Ms. Na-Yool, coming to work so early? Si-Jin was less flustered by Na-Yools smiling approach than he expected. Although he sinisterly sneered at how hardworking she damn was, taking his mood out on her. Really, what use was there in picking on her earnestness, noticeably displayed on her face? Si-Jin could not come up with anything to say. His nervousness was slowly killing his self-esteem. Appearing seemingly lucid, he in fact could not reason. Still, his smile was perfect. Even if it were not, Na-Yool was definitely not aware of his struggle. Her eyes timidly looked towards Si-Jins, without actually meeting them either. Ah, those eyes. I suddenly remembered some additions to the proposal draft I handed over yesterday, and I thought I could take care of it in advance this morning. Si-Jin would rather she made eye contact. If only she looked straight at him. Na-Yools neat and clear pronunciation reverberated in his eardrums like an auditory hallucination from the dream. It was the lustful voice full of erotism that had moaned incessantly into his ear, the sultry voice which had wept and uttered vulgarities as he had instructed her Mr. President, did you not say that you would like improvement points to be mentioned at the top of the draft? This is the part. I do want to change the color entirely, but it is impossible since the client requested it All that matters is that the typography at the top successfully catches the readers eyes. Make it your priority. The readability of the typography seems alright already, but of course I also felt it was somewhat lacking. I admit that I am worried the overall balance will be ruined if I emphasize it more. She seemed to mumble to herself, and indeed nothing was clearly audible. Si-Jin was smiling as he answered with a tone of repressed amusement. Lets try various things. After all, we still dont know well what each others style is like. And in general, the more drafts, the better. To reciprocally ensure that the other wont run away from their responsibility. Na-Yool smiled along while still not directly looking at him. Of course, its rather meaningless if there is no acceptable draft. Understood. I will give it a try then. She answered humbly, but in Si-Jins eyes she appeared overly enthusiastic. It made no doubt she would quickly taste the despair of having all her drafts get turned down. Just like others did when they first joined his company. Si-Jin was rather pleased with that. He had never taken advantage of the hardships and adversities of others in this way, but to think of Na-Yools future hardships before they even happened was a small comfort. More precisely, the mental image of her defeated self was. Damn it, even this was the first time. I was on my way to make coffee, do you drink any in the morning too, Mr. President? I will bring you a cup. No. Im okay, thank you. Alright, enjoy your morning then. Na-Yools slightly blushing face lit up with a lively smile. Contrary to the deep interest filling her gaze, her firm attitude was undeniably proper. Seems like troublesome things wont happen. Si-Jin was relieved. But then, his whole body shuddered. Just as they parted, her eyes were staring straight at him. Very briefly. Si-Jin froze for a moment at the spot she just passed by, and then looked down at his lower half as he madly swore. Ah, you crazy bastard! On this nice morning, it stood. This time, in the real world. *** From then on, the woman kept catching Si-Jins eyes. Coincidentally and uncomfortably, dangerously and irritatingly. A woman. She was a woman. The very first woman whom he saw as a woman. It was a concept and existence that he had never understood in his whole life. Si-Jin stared with a slight frown at Na-Yool, who was sitting far away. They were at her welcome dinner party, exactly three days after her first week working at Ethical Communications had passed, and it was around the time when everyone was so busy that they were about to die. Since the female employees had already had a simple welcome luncheon last week, Si-Jin had dismissed the idea, arguing there was no need to do it a second time. But the big boss opinion had impetuously been ignored by the prodding of some geezer employees jumping on all occasions to go home late. This was also because the company seldom held dinner parties due to its environment. Each of them was too busy dealing with the workload, and while they were gasping for breath trying to fix their rejected works, the President hated all-employees dinner parties. Consequently, apart from them hunting around like hyenas for excuses to have a party, it was rare that such dinner actually took place. At best, only for main events, such as welcome & farewell parties, marriage, or year-end celebrations. Typically, they would swallow back their suggestion at the sight of Si-Jins annoyed expression. But in this case, they had insisted it was a big event and vehemently refused to back off. This was why the welcome dinner had been delayed to this day. Even the party star was sitting with an awkward whats the point now? expression. By the way, doesnt Ms. Na-Yool have a boyfriend? She doesnt though? Didnt someone say earlier that she does? I heard she is not dating anyone. Right, Ms. Na-Yool? It was also the sort of occasion when men always asked the same useless questions. Si-Jin observed one by one the faces surrounding Na-Yool and picked out the ones particularly captivated by the topic. Which included the unmarried male employees, who instinctively develop ulterior motives at the sight of a new female employee, and the married men, who simply are full of unsolicited interest in other peoples love affairs. No, I dont have one. Despite her somewhat awkward smile, Na-Yool seemed used to reply to this question, due to her frequent change of jobs. [T/N: Meaning that she went through a lot of welcome parties and is always being asked the same question.] How come? Youre so pretty. Pretty? PD sir, you are such a smooth talker! Arent I right? It makes no sense that she is not taken. Men wouldnt let her be! Na-Yool, arent you lying? You have a boyfriend, but youre hiding it from us. She should have one. No way she does not Seems like all men around you have gone blind, Na-Yool. How could they let you be single? What a load of crap. Isnt that boasting about having a good eye for things yourself then? Never would it cross the male employees minds that meanwhile Si-Jin was silently picking out among them who to inflict a penalty upon by any means. Namely, more workload, harsher criticism on their performance, or more disdain. Si-Jin inherently hated such a scene, regardless of his big boss status, whoever the targeted female employee was. The sight of someone doing useless things, doing something seemingly for no purpose or for a worthless one, doing something unproductive, someone bothering others, or sometimes crossing the line without knowing their own place So overall, his hate came down to one category: people who ultimately waste even the time of the bystanders with their pointless actions. Even so, the reason Si-Jin kept attending every all-employee dinner party was to prevent anyone from going overboard and ruining things by blaming the alcohol. As soon as it would get a little too late or someone was getting a bit too drunk, Si-Jin would spoil the mood with no mercy. Even tipsy, no one could let their guard down under the pressure of his vigilance. Hence, some of them did not even dare to openly welcome him with a drink when he attended, and now, they just surrendered to that discomfort. Seriously, who likes a boss who stays up to the end of a dinner party? They could not even act in a candid manner. Traditionally, the ideal big boss would only leave his credit card on the table and cleanly disappear. In that sense, Si-Jin certainly was not a good boss, and neither had any intention of becoming one. Chapter 111 He was a boss who would take out his card only after ruining the party while pushing his employees towards the exit. Aka, party pooper. Si-Jin did not care if people misunderstood that he was being stingy with the alcohol or protested that their behavior was not the worst. Broadly speaking, he rigorously crushed the immediate atmosphere for the sake of protecting the greater mood. It was better for each person to walk home on their own two feet than to have an accident. It was better for him to get annoyed right away than to let it lead to an even more annoying situation. Si-Jin, who was naturally suspicious, was a pessimistic perfectionist who had to check everything directly to feel relieved. No wonder it was tiring. So tiring and bothersome that he hated the recurring dinner parties even more. No matter how much Si-Jin reduced their frequency, once he was there, he still thought it was not enough. As he listened to the drunken voices in surround sound, an uncontrollable irritation rose. It was unclear whether they were talking nonsense because they were drunk, or if they got wasted because they wanted to talk nonsense. Si-Jin stared at the crowd of good-for-nothing surrounding Na-Yool. No, this feeling was certainly not because of her. And it certainly was not because he felt troubled facing her outside the company. Certainly not, certainly not Inwardly absorbed in self-denial, Si-Jins agitation perspired through his solemn expression growing even colder. Na-Yool was innocent. But sitting at the center of those people that Si-Jins was glaring at, he lumped her together. Na-Yool wrongfully flinched at his ice-cold gaze. The painted smile hanging on her lips pitifully stiffened in an instant. Si-Jin right away threw her a charming smile to make up for his mistake, and Na-Yool tensed lips relaxed. Around her, opinions on the pointless topic were still raging. She was the party star, and naturally, people did not forget to hand her out drinks without a break. Thanks to them, the awkward smile was still there. Si-Jin was duly concurring with whatever Hyung-Wook sitting next to him was going on about, while he calculated the timing to blow off this party soon. Na-Yool was a better drinker than expected. Her face, which had easily blushed this morning, seemed fine with no redness. Despite laughing awkwardly, she neatly downed all drinks handed by her colleagues without refusing much of it. Rather, it was not that she did not, but that she could not. She had just joined the company, so naturally it was hard to refuse. Even if she liked drinking, it did not seem to the extent of gulping down liters of alcohol in front of unfamiliar colleagues. Si-Jin thought so as he swiftly disregarded the fact that he was looking at her from a brand new perspective compared to other times. Of course, he would probably be thoughtful as well even at other times ? meaning, even if it was another female employee. Holding to his principle, he would always put an end to such unsightly behaviors. However, it was a first for him to be displeased about it to this point, and one thought kept repeating as he examined her face I dont date because I cant but also because I do not want to. Hey, what does that even mean! Man or woman, just because you are at a marriageable age does not mean you must date. On second thought, she seems quite pretty. Si-Jin slowly sipped his drink as he figured out one more reason behind the appalling dream which had been tormenting him for the past 10 days, instead of facing up his own feelings. Although he never related to this affirmation in his entire life, it is said that when a man sees an attractive woman, it was the course of nature, or his primal instinct, to feel sexual desire and get aroused. From memory, Si-Jin had consistently ridiculed this statement by mocking that only beasts would do so. But opening the lid after 30 years of existence, what a surprise to find out he also was one of those beasts! Unexpectedly, he was such a disappointing being. Kim Na-Yool is attractive, and he is a man. Consequently, it is only natural for him to get hard like a pervert. Si-Jin tried to rationalize his situation through pathetic syllogistic reasoning. As if. If getting sexually stimulated was so easy, why did his life not go array sooner? Exactly. Si-Jin felt like his life got screwed. He tried to rationalize it in many ways, but none convinced him even a little. After that day, he masturbated every other day or two. Every time, the same face came to mind. What the hell was this woman?! Who was she to him? Si-Jin was plagued with the feeling of turning into a filthy and obsequious pervert. His pride was so hurt that, grinding his teeth in self-disgust, he did not even dare make eye contact with her. So it turns out I am a pervert freak. A fucking kinky bastard who casually simulates sex scenes in his head with a completely clueless woman No matter how he banged his head against the wall in shame, when Na-Yool was in front of him, an insidious impulse kept gripping his brain. An irresistible urge. For him, who had lived believing he had everything perfectly under control, it was a concept he hated the most, even before getting mind-blown by his sudden erection. For Si-Jin, this irresistible urge was undoubtedly synonymous with being out of control. Filled with both hatred and disgust towards the uncontrollable erection, he literally felt dicked. If not, what else? At this point, it truly was strange that his life did not get ruined long ago. His expression grew even colder as he put his glass down. Hyung-Wook, who had been babbling for a while next to him, unconsciously flinched. Arent you what 26 or 27? You should hurry to fall in love and get married. [T/N: This is a background convo. The men are still discussing Na-Yools love life] I have no intention to get married yet, and I did not find anyone worthy either. Also, I dont think it is right to meet someone just for the sake of marriage And it seems a bit early for me. Ms. Na-Yool, youre not that young. Keep taking it slowly, and you might miss out on the good things! Thats right. Time flies so quickly. Each person has their own standards personally, I think its too soon. Maybe in a few more years. If fate allows it, I might find a good man even after ten years. If not, well I guess I will live alone. Ms. Na-Yool, think about the man! You should get married while you are this pretty, or else when you get married at an old age, what about your husband and children Its almost 11 pm, shall we leave soon? The sudden low voice was directed at Hyung-Wook, but few did not hear it. When the command in the guise of a suggestion was issued, the bunch of rowdy people piously listened to it while exchanging looks. Si-Jin made an example by lightly thrashing the two very drunk PDs. It was his usual way of ruining the dinner party atmosphere and making it so that no one would even feel like secretly going for a 2nd round. Apparently familiar with such an ending, the employees left the bar without a single complaint. As for Si-Jin, he stood at the entrance after paying, observing the faintly staggering tipsy crowd in disapproval. That is, until he found out that the woman for whom he had made everyone go home had been standing behind him. Si-Jin made a face as if he had seen a ghost, and Na-Yool smiled brightly at him. Thank you, Mr. President. What for? Maybe it was because it was only the two of them, or maybe because he felt like a pathetic pervert she would not even look at. Or maybe for fear that exchanging a few words would make him hard again. For whatever reason, the words came out stiff and brittle. He knew it himself and could only keep smiling to make up for it with his handsome face. If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know via our discord so we can fix it as soon as possible. Chapter 112 Si-Jin had tediously repeated this action for the past ten days. No doubt that Na-Yool had seen his smile more often than the rest of his family had seen it in their entire life. However, the fact that she sometimes blushed at that smile was not much of a comfort to the frustration of degenerating into a horny bastard in a rut. After all, Si-Jin could not just use the fact that she was partially responsible for his physical reaction to act recklessly. You helped me earlier. This eager gaze was filled with an apparent fondness, but her attitude made such a clear distinction between public and private matters. When she only saw him as a talented boss she respected, what was he doing getting all hard for? Instead of confirming, Si-Jin opted to feign ignorance. He was not the type who could show kindness openly enough to be noticed by the other person, and it should not be. To no one. I noticed that you kept an eye all along on what was going on. I am not good at refusing a drink even when I want to And yet you were drinking pretty well. He blurted it like a joke, but did not even look into her eyes. Na-Yool smiled dimly. Anyway, thank you. You are more considerate than I thought. He either was, or not. What was that than I thought for?! Si-Jin did not know since when had consideration been a virtue he ought to have, and was annoyed to be half-recognized as such by some self-important person. Whatever the case, she did not seem that drunk so he decided not to pay her any more attention. And neither to care about whether her way of talking had turned softer and more relaxed than usual due to the alcohol. Its nothing special. Its late, go and be careful on your way home. Yes, you too Mr. President. Na-Yool bowed a greeting and set off. With unsteady steps, like hitting Si-Jin in the back of the head. Fuck. Quietly looking at the scene, Si-Jin muttered a swear and roughly rubbed his face. And as Na-Yool walked out the door, he started chasing after her. The noisy bunch of employees were still there, some saying they would grab a taxi, others saying they were going to the subway station, or complaining that taking the train would make them puke without anyone actually moving. Si-jin started shoving them into a taxi one after another, beginning with the person who asked Na-Yool which direction her house was. He naturally also ignored the concern of the other female employees who asked Na-Yool if she was alright upon seeing her now crouching on the sidewalk despite being perfectly fine earlier, and got them into a taxi. After all, they did not seem to be in very good shape either. In an instant everyone was sent away in an orderly manner by Si-Jin. Si-Jin had finished dealing with drunken people as if tidying up a messy desk, and he looked back at Na-Yool like gazing at the remaining work. She was shoving her head toward the sidewalk, her condition apparently worsening. Your home, where is it. What? When Si-Jin asked in a stern tone, Na-Yool wearily raised her head. The cold air soon reddened her face, which not even the alcohol had distorted. It was the very same face that had inexplicably made Si-Jin thirsty for ten days, but seeing her in such a poor state, his desire disappeared. Si-Jin had never treated a drunken person as a person. Where do you live, Ms. Kim Na-Yool? Ah, I Except for the fact that she was sitting down so pitifully, her face still looked fine. That none of her drunkenness showed up indeed was a talent C an unfortunate talent. If she refused to drink with such a face, no wonder the geezers all turned a deaf ear. I am really fine Na-Yool uttered, and her head dropped again between her knees. Thats not what I asked. Because obviously, she was not fine. I asked where your house is. Its just, the alcohol just suddenly kicked in I am usually not the kind to drink more than I can handle Its not like you drank it yourself anyway. The others gave it to you. Even though Si-Jin only straightened out the facts, he heard Na-Yool faintly laugh, seemingly amused by his words. Get up, I will take you home. There is no need. I will sober up soon You can leave first Youre telling me just to go and leave behind my employee who cant even stand up? Yes naturally replied Na-Yool with a hoarse voice. Si-Jin sighed and asked, Ms. Na-Yool, can I touch your arm for a moment? Touch my what? You agree, right? Yes? [T/N: Yes? is used in Korean to say what?, but I had to leave it as it is because of the next line.] Arbitrarily taking her yes? as an approval, Si-Jin grabbed her by the elbow and gently pulled her up. Na-Yool stared at him with a dumb-founded look, and her brows frowned as she looked once more at her elbow then at Si-Jins face. Si-Jin shrugged as he explained. Because without consent, thats sexual harassment. If you need to grab me then just grab, why are you asking like some pervert? The drunken Na-Yool, unlike her usual self, had no filter. She was bare-faced, with no polite tone, smile, or courteous speaking manners. A pervert. She called me a pervert, but she dare say so only because she doesnt know what a true pervert is. Si-Jin repeated himself with a calm expression, furtively tainted by the boiling feelings inside. Im the boss and you are my employee; coincidentally, I am a man and youre a woman. Any contact without consent under the premise of a hierarchical relationship is I got up, but you are still grabbing me. Can you stand still if I let go? Not really Na-Yool admitted honestly. And yet you think you can go home by yourself? Taxi I can take a taxi Then do I have to keep worrying about whether your drunk self arrived safely? The do we have to argue over such an easy matter uselessly? was not said, but his tone was enough to convey it. Na-Yool shook her head, not sure what to reply. No, but If a taxi passes by, you take responsibility, Ms. Na-Yool. What responsibility? The taxi fare. That, of course For both the drive to your house, then mine. So what they say about rich people being stingy is true, uh. Na-Yool muttered in bafflement, and eventually told him in which neighborhood her house was. Even drunk, she seemed to care about her money. Nevertheless, she gave him her address in a slur, as if reluctantly doing so. But Si-Jin successfully made the words out, and grabbed a taxi just as Na-Yool had finished speaking. As soon as Na-Yool got into the taxi, his arm that had been supporting her coldly let go. Na-Yool sluggishly leaned against the back seat without paying it any mind. Naturally, Si-Jin also did not spare her a look and picked up his phone to check the work emails that had arrived in the meantime. In fact, his gaze fixed on the screen was nothing more than a conscious effort to do so. He felt relieved that facing the drunken woman did not bring him any dirty thoughts in a last line of reason. But nevertheless, not knowing when he would next go crazy made him anxious. Si-Jin was not used to not being in control of himself. The sense of shame that had accumulated so far was enough to make him die in self-loathing. If his dick was to go hard at the sight of every single woman, he might rather walk into a psychiatric hospital on his own will to get locked up. However, the trigger to his stimulation had been Kim Na-Yool only. If so, he just needed to not look at her. Holding onto that thought, Si-Jin forcibly stared at his phone screen in a detached manner. In the seat next to him, unaware of what was going on in Si-jins head, Na-Yool wiggled her body, apparently feeling uncomfortable. It was probably around five days after Na-Yool started working that the thought of making her change jobs had come to Si-Jins mind. Of course, that idea did not even make it to the proper planning stage, and it fell apart shortly after. Because companies that provide web designers with as good benefits as Ethical Communications does can only be found across the sea. Even if there were a few in Korea, you could hardly get in, except for designers who have studied abroad and come back with many awards written in English. It would not make sense either to recommend Na-Yool to quit and find a job in a worse company for personal reasons Si-Jin could not even speak of. So, in the end Si-Jin irritably put his cellphone down on his lap. If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know via our discord so we can fix it as soon as possible. Chapter 113 Is something wrong? Na-Yool inquired, leaning her head on the car window and staring at him with half-closed eyes. So innocent-looking, yet you dont even know how crazy you drive peoplegrumbled Si-Jin inwardly and got even more annoyed, realizing that he kept on getting delusively frustrated on his own over someone he had no relation with. No, nothing. Thats good then. By the way Yes? I think I am going to vomit, Mr. President. Looking at her as if she was filthy, Si-Jin then lifted his buttocks off the seat and pressed his body to the door. Na-Yool looked back with astonishment. I have not vomited yet How bad is it? Is it coming now? Or can you hold it in for 5 minutes? Or maybe even until reaching your house? That Please tell me you can hang on until then. Apparently afraid of her answer, Si-Jin cut her off and pled. Her eyebrows slightly knitted together, Na-Yool seemed to self-gauge the degree of her nausea. A conclusion was finally reached. It might be a little difficult. There was only one positive aspect to this situation: thanks to it, the unyielding erection had finally cooled off. Si-Jin could feel the taxi driver alternately staring at Na-Yool and him in the rear-view mirror. How about you shut your mouth, close your eyes and just sleep? It wont fix Try it first. Na-Yool quietly closed her eyes. Still, her lips twitched a few times as if she had more to say, but that was all. Si-Jin looked out the window, pressing his throbbing temples. Truth is, he was the one that wanted to throw up. [T/N: This phrasing generally expresses that something is putting you in a very stressful state.] How could being introduced to a new employee ruin his life like this? A few seconds later, he reluctantly turned his head towards her again. His eyes stared at her face, observing attentively as though she was about to cause trouble in the taxi at any moment now. With both her eyes and mouth closed, Na-Yools face truly looked delicate. Si-Jin reckoned that she might have a cheekier side than the current impression she was giving off. Not that it will help with his symptoms, though Mr. President. Na-Yool suddenly called him in a soft voice. Si-Jin frowned and answered, Sleep. Rather than an answer, it was closer to shushing her from saying useless things. Na-Yool only had her head slightly turned towards him, leaning it on the seat with her eyes still closed, when she half-opened them and blearily looked at Si-Jin. Although it is not what it looked like to him, she was indeed bleary-eyed. Si-Jin narrowed his eyes as they met hers, and Na-Yool spoke up again. Do you know? What It is my first time taking a man home. Si-Jins stare swept her up and down, baffled and perplexed as to what nonsense she was spouting now. Along with a sense of suspicion, wondering what she was up to. I have a pretty face, so I seem to be popular with men She had no shame bragging about her beauty and fame with her own mouth You dont seem like that kind of guy, but it is a fact. I have no intention to go inside Ms. Na-Yools house. Si-Jin retorted in a thank you but Ill pass guarded tone. Na-Yool frowned. Am I crazy? Did I ask you to come home with me? If not, then what do you mean? Well, you did ask me where I live, right Else, how could I take you back home? And so, usually, men use such a situation as an excuse to kind of try to make a pass at me Am I out of mind? All men say that. They always ask, Am I out of mind?. But things like that can really happen. Just like what we see in the news. At a loss for words, Si-Jin gazed at Na-Yool. For a nonsensical drunkard, she certainly seemed serious! Si-Jin could not even figure out when this conversation started getting weird. To be honest, amid his astonishment, to make a pass at her was something that had happened countless times in his subconscious mind. It would never happen in real life, but he lost his tongue again C this time, in guilt C as the scenes played back in his memory. Its dangerous, which is why I do not want to trust even people from the company to take me back home. And never did I. Even my boyfriend, he usually sends me to the station. Because if we go to the front of my house, he will start using all sorts of excuses to stay, like it is getting late, or that he will just take a short nap before leaving But, wont he take me for an easy woman if I let him? How dare he Lets drop the topic of your private life, Ms. Na-Yool. This is oversharing things I do not want to know about. Oversharing things you dont want to know about! Do you know what we call it nowadays? This, I dont want to know either. Na-Yool dejectedly closed her mouth. But it did not last long. Maybe chattering on and on when drunk was her habit? Or what else But I think you are different, Mr. President. You make a clear distinction between private and public matters, you have a strong sense of responsibility towards the company, so there is no way you would harass your subordinate It feels really safe. Me? Which part? Si-Jin stared at her in absurdity. They had tried more than ten positions in his unconscious for the past ten days! Na-Yools clear eyes stared back at him gleaming with trust, utterly oblivious to the thoughts of this dirty pervert. Was it also a drunken habit to carelessly seduce people like this, or else to mess with their guilty conscience Is it not true? You are so good-looking, how could I even enter your eyes? Except work, you seem to loathe anything tiring. Actually, you have a girlfriend, dont you? You just end up saying you do not so that people stop bothering you. I do not have one, though. I know you do. I dont. You are so handsome. Women would not stay still Na-Yool muttered as her eyes intensely stared at him, her words instead piercing his ears. They were full of meaning, it was like receiving unexpected high praise. Si-Jin abruptly turned his head away. His face was hot. She had said it so naturally as if she meant nothing special, and it was the exact same words the geezers had just told her at the party, no less, and yet What if they do? They would never. But what if? Then can I like you? Si-Jin, you crazy bastard. He wanted to hit her chattering, drunken mouth and block it to stop her from more nonsense. And also, he wanted to cut off the junk which got half-erected by one single sentence from her and throw it away. For sure, it was dangerous. He had taken a risky move, they should not be in the same space together. Si-Jin thought back on who the real culprits were. The middle-aged male employees who led the dinner party, those around who forced Na-Yool to drink You cannot. As expected from Mr. President, a clear distinction between personal and private matters. Na-Yool praised him happily with clearly no sign of finding it unfortunate. How could there be such a fickle person! Si-Jin somehow did not like how Na-Yool had so boldly pulled out a sword only to neatly sheathe it back as soon as he asked her to, even though it was one of the great virtues he required of his subordinates instant correction. [T/N: It means he is frustrated over how quick she is to correct her attitude, as she said she would like him but then praises him for rejecting her.] Well, she must already like him, anyway. She was drunk, but she probably meant it. How could she lie in that state anyway? Si-Jin speculated on Na-Yools feelings as though he was not getting carried away but looking at it objectively. Na-Yools eyes were still bright. If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know via our discord so we can fix it as soon as possible. Chapter 114 this responsible attitude, i will make sure to follow your example, mr. president! didnt you say that you like me? although precisely, she had asked if she could. but you said i should not. then thats it? i take no pleasure in forcing someone to like me. youre done with it just like that? si-jin had no idea what possessed him to express continuous discontent. never in his life had he made such absurd remarks. even despite being distressed by the fact that he himself knew how ridiculous he was being. na-yool silently stayed lost in thoughts when she seemed to think of something. what is more, i do not much like people who look like you, mr. president. what? i try not to. she smiled mischievously. in case they might just be a pretty face. it sure was a first to be called a pretty face right to said face. si-jin frowned with a dumb-founded look, but na-yool went on without noticing. you indeed look awesome when working, but to say i like you as a man just because of that is ridiculous, and office dating is so uncomfortable of course, i would not even catch your attention either way. it is the first time a man makes me feel so safe. ah, we are here. this is my apartment. you can stop over there, yes, the convenience store although he never intended to do anything, now si-jin could literally do nothing. he tried hard not to look at na-yool as she swayed herself out of her seat and walked with a swaggering gait around the taxi to lean her body against the back seats window where he was sitting. but when her hand suddenly opened the door, it was hard not to turn around. thank you very much for taking me home, mr. president. thanks to you, i came back safely and comfortably. thank you for paying the taxi fee too. you must be tired, yet you personally she had only gotten off and walked a few steps, and she again looked about to puke. however, na-yools biological condition no longer mattered to si-jin. the only thing repressing the half-erected lecherous monster was the word safe crushing it down, and this closeness made everything so restless and confusing. right now, si-jin had to get away from this woman. he waved her off without a word to stop speaking and go already. na-yools nauseous face smiled brightly again, and she staggered away. now si-jin really needed to reform, and he needed to find a foolproof way to isolate the innocent culprit from his pathological desires. *** [t/n: we are now sort of back to the present day, but not quite. there is a bit of si-jins retrospective thoughts left ] fortunately, kim na-yool did not remember anything of that day. to be precise, with her personality, if she had remembered all of her endless chattering and si-jins daring absurdities, she would be too ashamed to lift her head. or on the contrary, drearily entertain expectations on the issue of dating but truly, fortunately, it was neither. thanks to this, si-jin felt relieved, as if he had died and come back to life. what he clearly remembered though, was that after he helped her, how she looked at him became strangely friendly. the fluttering intimacy and subtle longing mixed in her gaze was for him terrifyingly hard to bear looking into those eyes, he could not even remember the words i dont like people who look like you that had hit him like a slap on the cheek. na-yools gazes toward him grew more frequent than before. her well-mannered speech also got warmer. and the more she did, the more si-jin instinctively kept reading into it. under the illusion that she had fallen head over heals for him, he deluded himself that a reach of his arm was enough to catch her C full with the ignorant and beastly idea that he could get whatever he wants so easily, just like the jerks he had always loathed. whether the possibility of it happening existed or not was no matter to him anymore. because it was never going to happen. the real matter resided in his wishful and deluded nature further fueling his endless desire. now, just a look at the approved documents with na-yools name on it would make the woman of his dreams appears in si-jins mind. her lovely face scrunched, her hair disheveled, her expression flushed, her sucked-dry, bitten lips, and her moans promiscuous si-jin knew he would feel better quickly fapping it all away and forgetting it than enduring it. like a robot, he would ejaculate while thinking of na-yool. but then, he would recall her pleasant voice claiming it was a first how safe she felt with him, hitting him with deep remorse and disgust. and once again, si-jin would search for a psychiatric hospital. even considering the issue from various angles, there seemed to be no suitable means. none, as long as he did not wrongfully fire her. or as long as she kept walking around looking at him with these eyes. fondness. that damn innocent fondness na-yools fondness was dangerous. it was after half a month since she started working at ethical communications that the sign of a way out finally appeared in the perverts vision, who had lost all hope. it was a single moment when na-yool unconsciously glared at him in the midst of being criticized for her work. si-jin miraculously found a way to survive. he just had to make her not like him. yes, all he had to do was to nip in the bud any damn possibility. and it did not even require any special effort. after all, with his eyes specially trained in finding fault with every people, he was used to nitpicking at them on a daily basis. [t/n: he is talking about the possibility that she might or might not fall for him. instead of being unsure, he would rather make her hate him so that the possibility does not even exist]. the pervert regained peace in an instant and na-yool, like all the ordinary employees, faced misfortune now that the enjoyable early days of joining the company had passed. this is how it all started. until, to si-jins surprise, he got hard again upon reading her name printed on some papers. chapter 29 C wednesday night 9:23 p.m. [t/n were back to present] is there really nothing i can help you with? hm, there is. what? to stay put. na-yool, who was prowling around the kitchen, drew a long face. it was not her first time watching from the side without helping, making her feel self-conscious about it. si-jin was preparing a light meal, arguing it was good to grab a bite here and then when hungry. the dish neither looked easy to make nor light at all. but according to him, it was so. when she saw him scoop the pasta up, na-yool let out an exclamation. si-jin turned to her with bafflement. this deserves a wow? you are like a chef! just by boiling noodles? as she nodded her head enthusiastically, si-jin laughed. you see, i am really bad at cooking. i know. mr. president, you have never seen me cook before. i dont need to know. anyway, people who are good at cooking are amazing. na-yool retreated. the sight of the clams with their mouths open mixed in the pasta already made her feel like she had arrived at a restaurant. such a professional feeling. so real! go sit down. im almost done. can i eat while watching tv? are you a kid? cant? why not? watch it. his tone was relaxed, as though implying she could do anything she pleases in his house. si-jin grabbed na-yool distractedly pacing left and right by the waist and gave her a peck. then he whispered, his lips still pressed against her skin. go watch something fun. na-yool still had absolutely no immunity to this part of him. he did not have a particularly affectionate voice, and neither did he deceitfully promise to be good to her. he was natural. he spontaneously paid attention to her, and naturally treated her well. sweet, but not overly so. rather, if si-jins character had changed dramatically, it would just be the result of a man-made effort. he was so natural that na-yool was on the contrary surprised by this duplicity of his personality. how could someone switch like this? his attitude at the company had not changed a bit, but all her other moments with him were like right now. Chapter 115 na-yool sat on the sofa, turned on the tv, changed channels a few times, and gave a sidelong glance towards the kitchen C where he was. there was nothing in sight. this house was too big, and there were too many blind spots in one place. just like that, she strained her eyes looking towards a certain direction with the tv still on, when her phone rang. who would call at this hour? na-yool rummaged through the zip-up pocket of her hoodie and pulled out her phone. she casually looked at the screen, and her face slightly sulked. she did not even remember when she had saved this number [sang-hoon oppas mother] oppa, what a joke. na-yool frowned and pressed the power button to stop the ringing. the phone went on for a while without a sound then stopped. na-yool immediately opened the screen that had been replaced with a missed call and clicked to delete the saved name. the source of this misfortune goes back to when na-yool had no choice but to send a text to sang-hoons mother. on his mothers birthday, he had made a big deal to have na-yool call her or at least send her a text, like some model filial son. na-yool first rejected it, arguing that their relationship had not reached that point yet, but eventually caved in out of guilt upon facing his wounded expression. even without asking, the reason for sang-hoons mothers call was obvious. clearly, he had confided about the embarrassing incident to her. why do you look so grave? no, its nothing. na-yool blankly shook her head and took the tray si-jin held out with a smile. the pasta was neatly plated in an expensive ceramic bowl, looking like some japchae (stir-fried glass noodles) from a high-end korean restaurant. wow, it smells really good! stop smelling and eat. before its too late. if we eat this now, when should we go to sleep? in at least 3 hours. okay then. na-yool nodded and rolled the pasta around her fork. on the tv that no one was watching, a home shopping program was currently airing. instead of lifting his fork, si-jin picked up the remote and surfed channels a few more times. as he did so, the faint yapping of a puppy echoed. na-yool abruptly raised her head from her pasta. puppy it was a muffled, one-off cry she let out of her mouth full of food, unable to properly articulate. si-jin yet amazingly made out the word and turned the channel back on. you like dogs? yes, absolutely, so much! arent they so cute? several newborn puppies were dawdling on the big screen. si-jin knitted his eyebrows at the sight, like fearing their hair would fly through. as for na-yool, she was sucked into the screen right away. if you say so. ah, do you maybe like cats? as if. it cant be that you do not like them? she looked at him as if she could not even fathom the idea. and before he could answer, she asked again. dont tell me you dont like puppies too?! i just hate both. oh my god i hate everything with hair. it figures. first puzzled, na-yool now nodded her head in acknowledgment as though it was expected from him. si-jin did not seem offended by her you, cold-hearted person! expression and simply shrugged his shoulders. i like both of them, so i want to raise both someday, na-yool added. however, this would be a bit of a problem. si-jins chewing halted and he turned toward her with a frown. i like big dogs like this one. and also fluffy little ones like poodles or malteses. if i get a cat, i want to raise a black one and when would you make that happen? ah, i have not decided yet. someday, maybe its just a vague idea. in your old age? no, that is too far away. though for now, it is too difficult, considering im working and come back home late come to think of it, was not the president of the said company sitting right next to her? na-yool flinched as she choked a bit on her words. it is not that i am having a hard time, but that it would be hard to raise a pet in such circumstances. i did not mean to complain to you, and neither to blame the company of course, it is difficult, but i did not mean it in a serious way i know. i was thinking of raising it later, once i get less busy after moving to a new company. in the end, na-yool inadvertently spurted out the words she had barely swallowed back. si-jin quietly slanted his eyebrows. are you thinking of changing jobs? no. its nothing serious for now, as i said, just someday. so you do plan on doing it someday? honestly, how can someone work for 10, 20 years for the same company? as long as ones wants, provided that the company does not bankrupt, si-jin answered lightly. so why cant you do so? na-yool swallowed the pasta she kept chewing on and helplessly shook her head. i doubt it will bankrupt. just last year, there was a time when she rather wished the company would go broke. it was not that she did not like the company. but just for a few seconds. just an instant when she had reached her limit and was so exhausted, yet she did not dare think of quitting herself. she had then wished for the entity to halt indefinitely on its own. this was all because of money. this damn capitalist society. look at this obstinate face of yours, mr. president. clearly, the business will never go down. obviously. its just that i will quit someday. unless, of course, you fire me before then. na-yool laughed, but si-jin did not. feeling embarrassed, na-yool turned her gaze back to the tv. she had already blurted it all out anyway. i thought it would be hard to keep working there because it was too challenging. though it has been two years since thinking so of course the pay is attractive, but i also truly like the job and the type of requests. i dont think i could do this kind of work anywhere else. at least, right now, my work feels meaningful. this thought keeps me going. but still, it is sometimes hard. thats why. thats why? si-jin encouraged her softly to go on. i am still young, so for now its fine, but i guess someday my strength will decline. thats why, before i overdo it so, eat well. am i not? it was now close to 10 pm, yet na-yool was unimaginably having a meal. she would not have even dreamt of it before. not under the excuse of being too late hour for a meal, or of being unhealthy. but because her first urge when coming back home, way too tired, was to lie down. also, dont be a picky eater. si-jin rebuked as he watched her secretly picking out the chicory leaves from her salad. even if i eat well, this wont do. exercise, too. exercising will finish me off. and so youre going to give up and quit to raise a pet? what kind of conclusion is that? it is just a wish. someday, if i change to a job with more free time in the evening, and move to a house a little bigger than my current one. it wont be easy because of the deposit but since cats and dogs need space to play around this house is big too. so? ..? an awkward silence. then, interrupted by an abrupt dog bark coming from the tv. nevermind. forget it. what is it? forget it. i would have right away, if only you did not stress so intensely for me to forget it. si-jin lightly snorted. what did you expect me to say? how would i know? else why would i ask then you can forget about it. si-jin casually brushed it over while rolling his pasta with the fork. while confused, na-yool mechanically put the pasta in her mouth as she mumbled. but it sounds like i should have expect something? seeing how adamant you are for me to let it go. i dont much like dogs and cats anyway. si-jin beat around the bush with seemingly straightforward words. i know that. just making sure you do. i get it, but whats your point? na-yool truly had no clue what that back-and-forth was about. si-jin muttered with a more annoyed expression than when he first saw the puppies. i hate them. yes, i got it, but what?its not like you were going to live with me, and therefore not with them either. [t/n: in case youre as lost as ny, sj is actually hinting that his house is big enough to raise cats/dogs and that, despite not liking them, he would do it for her. sweet tsundere boy <3 but ny clearly doesnt not picture such a far future for them>.>;] Chapter 116 of course, looking at the current cohabiting situation, it could be a bit misleading. but this was only temporary. even if this man threw confusing bait at her, na-yool should never be mistaken about his intentions. thats a later story, anyway muttered na-yool softly. her postulate was simple. a later story C which meant, by the time she raises those cute animals, they will have nothing to do with each other. in the first place, werent they dating with this ending in mind? at na-yools words, si-jin scoffed bitterly. yeah, right. oh, are you afraid that pet hair stuck to me might transfer to you? is that it? in the first place do you take me for an ocd patient? it was you who claimed not to be interested in marriage, mr. president. so we cant date infinitely, can we? asking in a roundabout way, a curve ball was thrown. as he caught on to it, si-jin was bewildered that na-yool sounded saddened by the fact. however, he remained calm as he replied. and you, do you suddenly have an interest for it? i have always had mixed feelings about getting married just that i do not wish for it at the moment. so, in my case, who knows? by then, i might be married to someone else, or might stay single after not finding a good partner. you are talking like thats like 10 years from now. si-jin pointed out how vain na-yools words were for seeming to predict a future that would never come close. she shrugged her shoulders. why not? i wont have kids anyway. he abruptly stared straight into her eyes. so certain? he asked in a breath. yes. i dont like them much, and considering that giving birth always immediately interferes with a womans work being unable to work and such, i dont think i would ever be able to cope with that. even if i did, i do not have the confidence to raise kids well, and neither want to feel sorry for them for that. and it would only lead to a fight with my husband over whose fault it is then eventually to a casual divorce. i cannot stand a loss, i dont have much patience either, and my job also happens to be my top priority. unless i get married with the intention of breaking up from the start, i will never have children. thats why i would rather marry a man who, like me, does not like kids i think i liked you more just now. sorry? na-yool looked at him with a puzzled expression. whats up with his eyes? what is this, suddenly it was for a second, but you almost looked like perfection. what the heck? under the tenacious and oppressive stare of si-jin fixed on her, na-yools eyes twitched nervously at the unexpected development. why are you looking at me like this? lets do it. ..what? sex. the word not only was short but came way too out of nowhere. still, to na-yool it sounded close to si-jin fervently agreeing to her view on the matter. she was not much surprised that he would filter out everything else and focus on this word. it surely was the result of whatever thoughts had crossed si-jins mind. but it was not surprising. na-yool had long gotten used to his aggressively out-of-the-blue debauchery. the ticklish feeling of starting dating him had simply made her briefly forget about it. well, its not like we cannot, but still before she had the time to say they should finish eating, her words first got swallowed by si-jins lips. their tongues entangled, and his manly hand dexterously unbuttoned her nightwear to push her bra up while grabbing onto her chest pressed under it na-yool wriggled in his embrace with a slight frown on her face, as if afraid to spill her plate. si-jin roughly snatched it to put it away on the table, then pushed her body down on the sofa. haa with a deep breath, na-yool tried to free her lips, but si-jins lips this time landed on the lower one. he gently licked the tender skin beneath her lip, and painlessly bit it as he kneaded her breasts upwards. from her lips to her chin and the soft flesh underneath, his lips slid down along her slender neckline and dimpled collarbone, until they finally nibbled the curled-up bra and tugged it a little higher. it was as though he had no intention to remove it but merely tried to make the chest squeezed within even more obvious C yes, nothing more. why is it that him biting the center wire piece of her bra felt increasingly obscene than directly biting her? na-yool raised her arms to cover her face which had turned bright red in an instant. she did not even realize that her gesture drew out her chest to him in an even more explicit position. he pulled her bra up a bit to his own satisfying level and lowered his mouth again. then, for the first time, he took a bite at her tender flesh. slowly, his love bites went a little further and further down, leaving traces in their trail, until they reached her already daintily perking nipples. na-yool completely covered her eyes so as to not see him. she felt si-jin sighing with satisfaction. and then, the peculiar sensation of her sensitive peaks being sucked into his mouth. do you know? ha, uhn your reaction, its faster. hnn, how could that so lewd. as si-jin intermittently spoke, his low breath kept tickling her nipples glistening with saliva. he suddenly grabbed her breasts from under and pushed one into his mouth while his fingertips tormented the other one by pinching its little peak. the heavy sound of sucking rang in na-yools ears. particularly sensitive to the act, na-yool moaned as she fumblingly got hold of si-jins white shirt. even though her back was already safely laid against the sofa, her hand gripped it in fear of somehow falling over. si-jin seized the hand to wrap it around his neck and found her lips again. with a hand firmly holding na-yools back, he pressed her body against his, so tightly that not a gap was left between them. he captured her panting sobs within his lips, and na-yool stole back a deep breath from him. i should have at least brushed my teeth. in the midst of being swayed over by lust, the realization that they were still at the beginning of their relationship casually hit her. if it was her, the fact that his mouth would have some weird olive oil taste surprisingly, she was not bothered by it? here she was, rubbing lips with the man who had skipped brushing his teeth, and she did not mind? for an instant, na-yool was astounded to realize how she could not seem to find any fault with this man. of course, only for an instant. he was a master at blowing her mind. na-yool hated how, every time si-jin skillfully behaved like this, she thought about the women he might have had a fling with but it always took him a second to rob her mind of these thoughts. si-jin lifted himself up, and lodged his pelvis between her legs as he took off his shirt. he straightened his strong, muscular waist, bringing out his broad shoulders, and looked at her. thinking back, his body was a real enigma C it was a wonder how a person could look so spiteful, yet completely dazzling once setting eyes on it. and when those shoulders would cast dark shadows over her head dont fire me up with that look. na-yool had no time to protest about not making any particular expression and si-jins words fell again. every time you look at me this way, i want to ruthlessly ram into you. the crude words that landed on her body felt steamy. she was about to perfunctorily rebuke him out of habit when she got struck speechless as si-jin actually put down his pants. Chapter 117 as for her, the only thing left on her body was her check print pajama top with all its buttons unbuttoned, the bra si-jin had pushed up revealing her chest bare, and her panties. although her panties were the only neatly worn piece, not only did they not match with her bra, but were also made of a transparent fabric. the awareness of it made na-yool restless. and as expected the pervert was staring like burning holes through it. with much effort, na-yool picked up her dropped jaw. condoms i got it. she was not even surprised by his thorough preparation. because, whenever she had done it with him, never once had he awkwardly grabbed his erection to a stop to look for a condom. naturally, no such thing as an i dont have one but cant we just do it today either. still, it was surprising that he was ready to this extent to have sex with her. and as much could be said about that ugly thing raising its head as if about to explode. chapter 30 C thursday afternoon 2:24 p.m. na-yool, is the incheon l town brochure out? ah, hang on. thats seung-jaes. hee-jung and na-yools gazes simultaneously turned to seung-jaes empty desk. when is this punk coming? hee-jung asked while pointing her chin in that direction. i dont know. he was called in for a meeting with the video team again. its going to take a while then na-yool glanced down at her watch and inquired with a conflicted tone, for when is it due? i have to hand it over to the printing house by 5 pm. and before that, get confirmation from the person in charge. those people, expecting it to be done in a day! i heard that the previous company they hired for the job wrongly printed it all as gimpo l town. because they had demands from both cities simultaneously, they got mixed up. thats one hell of a mistake. the commission came quite at a late stage, and thats how the committing company itself probably ended up pressed for time. i tell you! had they not slack off, they would not even have needed our help. giving out something so money-worthy so randomly sorry, one second. na-yool excused herself at the sudden ringing of an incoming call and rummaged through her bag. seemingly giving her some space, hee-jung bid her farewell with a simple call me if seung-jae comes back and disappeared. an unknown number, again. last night alone, there were 4 missed calls. when sang-hoons mothers number, which na-yool had deleted just yesterday, continuously called, she had hung up straight away without even looking. although si-jin had kept a dubious look as she did so, he did not ask anything, maybe to not make her feel uncomfortable. then, at dawn, she marked that number as spam, and after that like this, an unknown number had been popping out since morning. it might have been that, around that time, the caller realized that they would never be able to talk to na-yool from their real number. when she arrived at work, as soon as na-yool had inadvertently answered the call from the unknown number and heard the voice of a middle-aged woman calling her name, she immediately hung up and blocked the number. but 30 minutes later, a call from another number came in. na-yool glared at her phone and let out a frustrated sigh. unknown number or not, it could be a client from a few years ago, or a current business contact. but how could she know without picking it up? still, it is not like she has to check it up right now. it would be great if she could just change her phone number, but she could not and felt frustrated. in her line of work, few were the ones to last long in the same company. she always had to be prepared in case she could not get a job with decent conditions. the clients and personal business acquaintances she had made while working either as a freelancer or a formal employee were all na-yools assets for such an occasion. even if you cannot commit to it now, it is important to prepare for the next step. in the freelance market, where so many can take your place, changing your phone number is a dealbreaker. inform your business contacts of your change of number at an unneeded time, and you can expect them to right away forget about it without much interest. might they be in need of it at some time, they will already drop the idea out of laziness to call you when they remember they must look for your new number. truly, very annoying. the screen that had changed from an incoming call to a missed call changed back to an incoming call. na-yool sighed deeply and finally picked it up. hello. C ms. na-yool? this is kim na-yools phone number, right? yes, it is. C whewoh dear, you were not picking any of my calls, so i thought you changed your phone number you would not do that. who are you? na-yool of course knew who she was. but she was irritated by the fact that the caller naturally expected her to remember her voice. C i am sang-hoons mom. you could not have already forgotten me! sorry, but i have nothing to discuss with you. C i do, ms. na-yool. it wont take long so lets talk, hm? i dont even want to hear it. C i know sang-hoon wronged you. you were also very surprised, right? this kid, really, he is not that kind of person madam, iC C madam, how sad to think you used to call me mother so candidly. since sang-hoon could never have told her about the situation objectively, there was no way his biological mother would be in the mood to mention this mother so unaffectedly. in sang-hoons mothers voice, which seemed to be trying to soothe her gently, na-yool found a hint of disgust. of course, this did not feel as baffling compared to what sang-hoon had done himself. C hearing it from my kid you dont know how stunned i am. as a man, how could you create such a mess! the girl said she doesnt like you, but why did you have to be such a rogue!. i really scolded my sang-hoon a lot, ms. na-yool. C had i personally seen it, be it my son or not, i would have smashed his head a few times. he is so pitiful i cannot lift my face. but it seems he knows how to be ashamed too, he cannot even look up at me. he said that for a while he wont be able to look me in the eyes. C i berated him: how bad did you wrong her for the kind na-yool to report you to the police! did i raise you to be a thug only good to be put in jail! but he said he knows. he admitted it. however, ms. na-yool, you know it too, right? my sang-hoon, just your name is enough to drive him mad. how frustrated he must have felt to act so recklessly. the both of you even thought about marrying i never considered it. even if your son one-sidedly got ahead of himself. take that back, na-yool was baffled. so even as a fellow woman, such words could come out to protect ones son! na-yool coldly muttered to herself while writing down a memo for seung-jae. she was so irked that she could not sit still. C now that things are like this, i of course understand your harsh tone. but ms. na-yool, you should not take it this far either. to casually turn upside down the life of someone who loved you so much that they would marry you ask your son who really messed with his life for this so-called love. for me, it ends with the report, and i have nothing more to say. C ms. na-yool, i know well that you dont really want to ruin sang-hoons life. you just want to scare him. you were in a relationship after all, so lets end it peacefully. hm? even if you did it in a fit of anger, only regrets will remain for you. let it go, im asking you if you take it all the way, sang-hoon will really be left with nothing. his work and the likes, he will be stuck as a criminal. please forgive him once. never ever Chapter 118 i hope you never ever call me like this again. i, too, clearly go to work like your son, and i do not have such free time to answer these kinds of calls. C kim na-yool! all i did was report being beaten by your son because i was beaten, and state that i was almost raped because i was almost raped. not a single thing was made up, so C how could you report him as not only a criminal but a sexual offender for something that did not happen! im hanging up. na-yool put down her memo on seung-jaes desk as she ended the call. yet another call from the same number came in, but she hung up and swiftly blocked it. then, as if to somehow relieve her frustration, she walked off. even pretending to say hello to passing colleagues was stressful right now. she eventually stopped when she reached the vending machine located in a remote corner and stood in a daze. come to think of it, she did not even have any money to get a drink. realizing she had to go back to her desk for it, na-yool was so annoyed that she stared at the vending machine for a while, before finally sinking into the chair next to it. it felt like shortly hearing the womans voice was enough to drain all her energy out of her body. her dead eyes repeatedly gazed at the wall, then at the screen of her phone, which was turned off. who knows how many minutes she sat there. then, as if possessed, she turned on her cell phone screen and pressed the call button to si-jins number. the call was quickly rejected, but na-yool was not disappointed as she looked at her cell phone. [were in the same building, why call?] 2:44 pm a small smile appeared on na-yools gloomy face. [i am in front of the vending machine, but i dont have any money] 2:44 pm [you cant be asking me to bring it to you?] 2:44 pm her mood sensitively fluctuated to every small detail, a slight disappointment cracked in her expression. as though he had sensed it, another message from si-jin arrived. [wait for me] 2:45 pm na-yool was finally convinced of at least one thing. si-jin might put on an expression of complete indifference, but his actions were always the exact opposite. even if he pretended not to be, in the end he was a man who always compromised for her sake. it might be common in the early days of a relationship anyway, but there is no reason you cannot enjoy it now just because you know it is going to end someday. na-yools low mood cleared up in the blink of an eye. maybe it was the satisfaction of successfully bothering the busiest man of the company over such a trivial reason as her personal laziness. or maybe it simply was an excuse to see his face. i seem to have let you pick up weird habits, ms. na-yool. a bright smile spread across na-yools face as she looked up at si-jin. contrary to the words spoken in a businesslike voice, there was not a hint of annoyance on his face looking down at her. na-yool accepted the bill he handed out. si-jin had apparently never used the companys vending machine. it was a 10000-won bill, and this vending machine only accepts 1000-won ones. but it did not matter anyway. for what it is worth, maybe she really just wanted to see him. so what, you do not like it? no, actually, im rather satisfied. si-jin frowned, like he himself felt puzzled. then, as though something cleared in his mind, he added with a twisted smile, only by ruining your habits one by one will you not go to someone else. you are so openly wicked. so what, you do not like it? si-jin threw back the same question as hers as he gently ran his fingertips under her chin. as na-yool looked up at him without saying a word, he lowered his hand from her chin and gently wrapped it around her neck. a strange smile formed on his lips. me, i will do whatever you ask. really? i told you. the gist is to mess up your habits. with him acting so brazenly sly, the less na-yool could put up a front. she looked up at him with conflicted eyes. just as she lowered them with a sigh, he lifted her face up again. so, whats going on? si-jin asked straightforwardly, in one swift shot. as it appeared, he had pretended until now not to notice her mood. her brows furrowed, na-yool answered in an odd tone. nothing, i came to get a drink at the vending machine and did not have money. then what are you waiting for? na-yool shook the 10000-won bill she was holding. this thing only operates with 1000-won bills. mr. president, you have never used the companys vending machine, right? i dont usually drink this. sure you are! na-yool internally scoffed, not surprised by his i dont trust any drink unless i make them myself attitude. yeah, i guess you would rather gulp down a whole jar of sugar than drink these. my point exactly. and only fools would enjoy such drinks. precisely, yes. i drink them every day though? well, everyone has the freedom to choose. a quick change of attitude. just like with seung-jae and the sushi. na-yool smiled lightly, and si-jin gently shook her shoulder and caressed her cheek. for example, you have the freedom to be a bit more stupid and drink something like this every day. if you are going to change your words, at least say something nice, mr. president. cant do. you rather not drink those things and live a long life. gradually, the callers voice was put out of mind, as if no call was ever answered. si-jin was still wearing his usual blunt face, but na-yool looked up at him with a thoroughly relaxed expression. he suddenly let out a low sigh. wait here. why? ill bring it to you. 1000 won. would this man even carry around such a thing? na-yool shook her head. forget it, ill pass on the drink and keep the 10,000 won bill. good idea. she expected si-jin to at least nag her for slyly stealing his money, and he instead appeared rather proud of her. she felt like a well-trained puppy. although one might wonder what puppy would extort peoples money this way. na-yool was puzzedly looking at si-jin casting his gaze far beyond the hallway leading to the office, when he suddenly lowered his head. the next second, their lips met. not here its not proper youve done worse. it was an irrefutable truth. what a strange thing being in a relationship is the establishment of their dating status was the only change, and yet everything she daily did with him felt anew. at least wait for when everyone went home, and in your office what the heck am i saying i like when you sometimes crazily let go like this. and even more that youre a pervert. she could not deny it anymore. she could not, so her head remained shamefully down. still, i cannot beat you to it, mr. president. youre a great female too. you can be proud of it. it most likely was too late to feel skeptical about such a dubious encouragement. instead, na-yool cautiously asked in return: surely that is not the reason you like me, is it? if i did not like you in the first place, i would not even care about a lewd lady running around in panties. i would never do that. ah, but then i would have fired you. precisely, which is why i would never. so, im like this because i like you. this man, since when did those words came out so easily thats why, even if you cover yourself from head to toes, i keep getting hard like a sex maniac. because i like you. a clear, naked self-acknowledgment, ruined by the fact that the pervert seemed rather proud of being a sex maniac. faced with such self-righteousness, na-yool almost felt like a drama heroine, but the feeling did not last. she squinted her eyes at si-jin. are you sure this is the only cause? do you expect i would get a boner anywhere i go? arent you getting hard pretty much anytime anyway si-jin frowned at na-yools suggestive expression. am i a beast? did you not call yourself a sex maniac earlier? as na-yool rolled her eyes in answer, his lips came down again. the touch was more tenacious, closer to a kiss than the smooch from just before. her heart beat jumped, in fear someone might appear any moment at the end of the hallway and run into this scene. Chapter 119 are you cra! its the price to pay for bossing your superior around to get you a drink out of boredom. you cheeky thing. si-jin berated while tilting his head straight down at her. na-yool pushed him away and looked at the end of the hallway. still no one. but in the end, i couldnt even get a drink she muttered in bewilderment. we settled it with the 10,000-won bill. youre right, but still, ah, for real we must be careful she flustered, unsure herself if she either liked or not the fact that he was not careful enough. as though he knew her mind, si-jin lifted her by the waist to lean towards him. it was then that na-yools phone rang. both of their gaze simultaneously turned to the cellphone. na-yool calmly picked it up, concealing her uneasiness. the thought that it might not be what she thinks it is instantly disappeared as she looked at the screen. another unknown number. [t/n: talent for harassment runs deep in this family!] what are you doing? not answering? si-jins voice jerked na-yool out of her daze. she looked up at him with some surprise, then hurriedly hung up the call. si-jin raised an eyebrow in question. i dont answer phone numbers i am not familiar with. what if its work? maybe she was too preoccupied by the call that she did not hear him, nor noticed his changing expression. consequently, when the phone rang once again, the phone got snatched by si-jin. what! taken aback, na-yool squeezed out a cry, but si-jin was already holding the phone next to his ear. C ms. na-yool, how can someone do such a thing! what, i cant even call you? scared i would harm you too?! uh?! people are apologizing, and you cant even bother to answer?! C arent i apologizing! i threw away my pride and confessed my son was wrong and that he was sorry! ms. na-yool, dont you have a mother too? i painstakingly gave birth to my sang-hoon at 33. im saying im even older than your mom! did your parents teach you that? to be rude to your elders?! C you used to call me mother, mother when you were about to get married, yet now you ignore me?! why do you make us feel so miserable! was it not enough to cart my son out of his normal life off to jail?! the corner where the vending machine was located was so quiet that not even the voices from the offices could be heard. only between them, a womans voice over the phone resonated loud and clear. what felt miserable was na-yools present self. even without this call, she already had had enough shameful moments witnessed by him. like that day at the police station si-jin cold glare slowly landed on her. she bit her lips. he quietly pressed somewhere on the screen while staring at na-yool. Cso now youre openly ignoring me while picking up my calls? i cant believe the audacity of this wench! to begin with, i know you two broke up because sang-hoon caught you cheating on him! do you know how much sang-hoon must love you to seek you out because he still want you back, despite being such a whore! my innocent son, he fell for a wretched creature who ended up ruining his life, and what? you dont even have time to answer one call?! after turning my son into a criminal for something he did not do?! give me the phone. [t/n: its na-yool talking to si-jin] C but my son, he keeps on protecting you despite everything! despite being incriminated by a cheater, he keeps saying he is fine, but when i ask him to meet, he does not even dare it truly breaks my heart! i really indulged you, you know. motherly love blinds me, and everything my son likes, i like it too. just looking at your pictures was enough to find you sweet and lovely! i must have been out of my mind, really. i should have stopped him as soon as he mentioned marriage. do you think i will let you be after ruining my sang-hoons life?! i beg you, give me the phone. C do you think ill let you sleep soundly while my only son becomes a felon?! i even know where you work. ill go to your company and make sure you cant even show up your face there, mark my words! C to begin with, werent you the one who threw her body at sang-hoon without even being married yet! with a woman giving her body just like this, of course sang-hoon will respond! because thats what your relationship was, he had no choice. if you had not behaved so cheaply, then obviously my sang-hoon would not have hello. despite na-yools earnest pleading, si-jin slowly broke from his silence. na-yool helplessly buried her head. C who is this?! who are you, to answer this call! about that, you can ask your son. is this your real number? C i asked who you are! doesnt seem so. its different from the number i saw yesterday right? si-jins questioning suddenly aimed at na-yool. she neither confirmed or denied. si-jin put his attention back to the caller. someone will soon call you back on your real number. the rest can be discussed with my attorney C you, who the hell are you! i suggest you better find out for yourself why your son cannot dare to face you. then your heart will finally have a real reason to break. C youre him, right?! the bastard she had an affair with! youll meet this humble bastard in court soon. as ill sue both the son and the mother. C what do you thanks to your lack of judgment due to your poor upbringing, everything got well recorded. C what? thank you. that will be all. someones shout was heard over the phone, but si-jin resolutely hung up, and even thoroughly copied the phone number to text it to his own phone before handing back her cellphone to na-yool. na-yool, however, still had her head buried down and did not notice. si-jin simply kept the phone as though it was not necessary that she get it back anyway. you did not have to do that. she murmured. i certainly hope you did not silently listen to this crap talk before. i did not. yeah, even this kind of lie is fine. it is not a lie because just the thought that you endured listening to this fucking rubbish drives me mad. na-yool replied with a deep sigh. i am really not lying the calls kept coming, but i ignored them. thats why she lost it like this. she never scolded me this way before. i swear. si-jins hard cold expression remained, not satisfied at all. alas, the object of his anger was not even present. he momentarily glared at the hallway with murderous eyes, as if he would strangle sang-hoons mother without even having met before. at last, he suppressed down his emotions and turned his softened face towards na-yool. never answer this kind of call again. thats what i wish to do. and i mean to do it. but i keep getting calls from unknown numbers, so how could i why havent you changed your number yet? na-yool vaguely remembered si-jin telling her to change her number. it was most likely when he gifted her this cell phone. she had then casually shook her head with a yeah, i should, but clearly she could not afford to do so due to her job, and even if she meant to, she had not had the leisure yet. i had no time for that. so, this was not a wrong answer. go now. that time, ill give it to you. si-jin sharply retorted. truth is, i also dont want to. the truth was thrown out in one short sentence. si-jin glared at her with narrowed eyes while na-yool swiftly avoided it.