Please Be Quiet And Take Off Your “Something” - 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 don’t even know how crazy you drive people…grumbled 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.”

“That’s 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 won’t 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-Yool’s 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-Jin’s 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 don’t seem like that kind of guy, but it is a fact.”

“I have no intention to go inside Ms. Na-Yool’s house.”

Si-Jin retorted in a ‘thank you but I’ll 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 – this time, in guilt – as the scenes played back in his memory.

“It’s 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, won’t he take me for an easy woman if I let him? How dare he…”

“Let’s drop the topic of your private life, Ms. Na-Yool. This is oversharing things I do not want to know about.”

“Oversharing things you don’t want to know about! Do you know what we call it nowadays?”

“This, I don’t 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-Yool’s 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, don’t 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 don’t.”

“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-Yool’s feelings as though he was not getting carried away but looking at it objectively. Na-Yool’s eyes were still bright.