I felt a great burden from Secretary Han’s sudden initiative.
“Studying is good, but doing it right now feels a bit burdensome. Let’s do the studying you mentioned starting next time, and for today, just go back.”
“Young Master, studying is most effective when you start right away when you make up your mind. How about we simply discuss the plan for the future today?”
That line—I’ve heard that nagging somewhere a lot before. It was the nagging my academy teacher often did when I whined for some break time during my senior year of high school. To hear those words coming from Han Woojin’s mouth.
Han Woojin started coaxing me with a gentle smile. His confident attitude made me wonder what kind of class he had prepared to persist to that degree.
“So you’re saying you’ll just tell me the plan today? Then go ahead and tell me.”
In the end, wicked curiosity arose and I accepted his proposal.
Han Woojin was a capable con artist. He said he’d just do a simple orientation, but he ended up explaining this and that, and time flew by as if water had been added. We ate in between and before I knew it, it had become late evening. 11 o’clock, is this for real?
“Young Master, I’ll wrap it up now.”
Han Woojin had talked almost alone for 6-7 hours. But his class was so interesting that there wasn’t even time to think it was boring.
Being good at studying and teaching ability are different domains, yet he’s even good at teaching. What can’t Han Woojin do? He was a character with little page time in the book, but the more I saw, the more I thought he was a character the author had great affection for. Otherwise, there’s no way he’d be this capable in every aspect.
“Secretary Han, with this level of skill, how about trying to become a star instructor? Being a star instructor seems like it would make more money than being a secretary?”
I didn’t miss the opportunity and attempted job placement for him. Anyway, Han Woojin is probably doing this tearful thing while enduring next to someone he abhors just to make money.
I don’t know how much Cha Taehan pays him, but seeing his skills today, I thought becoming a star instructor could earn Han Woojin much more money.
Han Woojin would quit his tiresome secretary life and become a star instructor earning a multi-billion won annual salary, and I would send Han Woojin off. Wouldn’t that be a happy ending for everyone?
“I’ve never thought about that. I prefer staying as a secretary by Young Master’s side.”
What kind of crazy talk is this? Han Woojin smiled and said something cringeworthy to me. Now that I look at it, that bastard is a thousand-year-old fox. A max-level social life expert.
If it were me, if I had to say flattering words in front of someone I hated, my expression would at least be awkward, but Han Woojin said all that smoothly without showing any such signs.
“Secretary Han, you really worked hard today. It’s gotten quite late, so you can sleep here today if you want.”
“Yes, Young Master. Thank you.”
Han Woojin answered that he understood as if he’d been waiting for it. I said it out of courtesy because it was very late, and I thought he’d naturally refuse and leave, but he immediately said yes, which was very bewildering.
‘I can’t take back words I’ve already said….’
Isn’t sleeping at someone else’s house usually uncomfortable? He’s indifferent in many ways. Looking at Han Woojin, I thought he’d do well even if thrown alone into a desert.
“Pick a comfortable room to sleep in, and if you need pajamas, take them out from the dressing room over there. You can wear anything, so don’t ask me.”
“Yes, thank you.”
Han Woojin kept smiling as he answered me. I guess he gave up on the robot face a long time ago. It was just fascinating how he maintained that robot expression all this time when he could smile like that.
I tried to get Han Woojin out of my house in 10 minutes…. In the end, Han Woojin succeeded in lasting a whole day at my house. My head wasn’t organized on whether I was doing the right thing.
* * *
Hanryul returned to his house after finishing his schedule. The empty house greeted Hanryul.
After dropping Jaehyun off at home, that bastard didn’t contact him once all day. He even gave him a long rest period, but not knowing to be grateful, he didn’t even ask his celebrity in charge once if his schedule was going well.
Hanryul, who was feeling resentful toward Jaehyun, suddenly thought there was no reason to feel bad when he wasn’t even his real manager. Rather, he started to feel strange for caring about the fact that there was no contact from him.
Even while preparing dinner, the face of that bastard picking at his food came to mind. Whether he didn’t know food was precious because he had a lot of money, or whether he was pretending to be a refined young master, his picking at food was nothing short of infuriating.
As thoughts of Jaehyun kept coming, Hanryul sighed and opened the GPS app. The arrow was pointing toward Jaehyun’s house.
‘So he really is sick—he’s staying well at home.’
But isn’t he just living carelessly at home alone, not eating properly, and just ruining his health more?
‘He doesn’t have a morning schedule, so I should at least check if he’s living properly. It’ll be annoying if he lives recklessly by himself and then says he’s sick again.’
In the end, the next day Hanryul got in his car and headed to Cha Jaehyun’s house.
‘What’s this?’
9:30 AM. While parking the car and about to enter Jaehyun’s house, Hanryul encountered a strange scene.
He saw the bastard and that bastard called a secretary going into the first-floor entrance laughing “haha hoho” while wearing comfortable clothes.
Han Woojin’s appearance in particular was severely irritating. The snake-like appearance he showed when facing him last time was nowhere to be seen, and his brightly smiling appearance twisted Hanryul’s heart.
‘What, are they living together in Korea too?’
But what does this have to do with me? Hanryul suddenly realized he didn’t need to care about the scene before his eyes.
Why was he angry in this situation? Whether those bastards lived together or died together, it had nothing to do with him whatsoever.
Ah, that’s it. He hates Cha Jaehyun. He hates Cha Jaehyun so much, and it’s annoying that the bastard is grinning. After self-diagnosing the cause of his emotions, Hanryul picked up his phone.
* * *
I firmly warned Han Woojin, the breakfast villain, not to make breakfast tomorrow. Because I didn’t want to eat a burdensome feast from early morning.
Fortunately, Han Woojin listened to me well and didn’t make breakfast.
Early in the morning, I left through the front door in comfortable clothes to at least buy a simple breakfast like a salad.
“Young Master, where are you going?”
How did he know I was going out—Han Woojin followed me out like a ghost.
“You’re up? I’m just going to buy a simple breakfast.”
“I’ll come with you.”
Han Woojin naturally followed me out. Such good sociability. He has robot functions and sociability functions too. Han Woojin has so many functions. I became curious what his real personality was.
“Let’s go back home now.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
In the end, after buying breakfast with him, we returned home.
While eating, we discussed the future schedule. Han Woojin said he would fully accommodate my time, and though I found those words odd, thinking about it, since he’s a secretary, it was natural to accommodate all my time.
“Then when is the next class possible?”
“Um…. Actually today is possible too. I have time today too.”
“That works out well. Then we can continue on today too.”
Isn’t he tired after talking so much yesterday?
“I’m fine with it, but I think Secretary Han should rest? You overexerted yourself all day yesterday too.”
“Young Master, I have no problem.”
I didn’t know, but he was a passion man. Seeing Han Woojin’s confident appearance reminded me of a superman classmate from college who successfully did everything—academics, romance, extracurricular activities, part-time jobs.
“Well, yeah…. If Secretary Han has no problem.”
[Hey, come to my house right now. Come as fast as possible. You know what happens if you’re late, right?]
I glanced at my phone while eating again and there was a text from Seo Hanryul. Come to his house again? When did he say he’d give me a 3-day vacation, and now he’s urgently calling me from morning.
But I didn’t feel any emotion. This bastard always goes back and forth. Moreover, as if he might not be home, he even wrote his house password in the text.
A relationship sharing each other’s house passwords. Really an unwanted relationship. Though it wasn’t a very welcome situation, I thought I should go quickly for now. Because I could so clearly see him throwing a fit at me if I delayed.
“Secretary Han. Something suddenly came up so I won’t be able to do it today. I’m going out right away, so Secretary Han, take your time getting ready and leave.”
‘What’s this?’
Did Han Woojin’s expression just twist subtly, or is it just my imagination?
“Yes, Young Master. Then I’ll see you next time.”
I must have been too sensitive. Han Woojin answered me with a bright smile.
“Okay.”
I immediately went to the dressing room and hurriedly started changing clothes.
