Chapter 361: Jo-Pil, you look the best right now
Before I knew it, Seo-Jun had flipped me over and was above me.
I blinked, confused. It happened in a flash that I didn’t even notice it.
Wait, with what strength did he do that just now?
"Jo-Pil," he called, his lips stretched in a grin and his eyes staring intently at me, as if he planned to devour me.
I wiggled my toes a bit, rubbing them together with my other leg’s toes nervously.
It wasn’t the first time I was underneath Seo-Jun but right now... My eyes trailed towards his chest... They were still quite damp, and I don’t know if my vision suddenly became very good, but I could see a single drop of water hanging around his nipple.
Ahem, I must be going crazy.
"What are you looking at?" He asked and kissed my cheek. "You should be more focused on my face, shouldn’t you? Or..." His lips trailed towards my ear and he whispered softly. "...do you like my body more than my face?"
Do I? Or do I not?
I don’t know. Which is more appealing?
That devilishly handsome face of his or his impeccable abs?
I was in a pickle, but that aside... I feel Seo-Jun is using secret means to ask for validation.
"Seo-Jun, you..." I gripped his arm.
"Hm?"
He looked at my face once more, saw the little blush, and then smirked.
"What is it, Jo-Pil?"
"Um, you... You might end up catching a cold if I don’t dry your hair completely and you... You need to put on some clothes." The words weren’t hard to say but for some reason, they wouldn’t come out properly.
"I know that." He said with a confident tone. "But don’t worry, I’m stronger than you think."
"Right," I said, my eyes blank with doubt.
"I’m being honest, Jo-Pil. This is the first time I’m talking sick in years."
I heard this and rolled my eyes away. Yeah, he deliberately got sick because of me. Nothing to say about that.
"But Jo-Pil," his nose started wiggling down to my neck and I flinched. What was he doing now? "...it feels fucking amazing getting my scent off you."
My heart began to thump. Ah, he was doing too much.
I know the kind of effect one gets from seeing their partner wearing their shirt or their belongings. I’ve seen it a few times in texts.
(He means in books.)
So, I knew it wouldn’t be any different for someone like Seo-Jun. He insisted I wear his shirt after all.
"Do I..." I began to wiggle my toes again, my heart thumping and my face heating up. "Do I really look good in your shirt?"
I couldn’t maintain eye contact and actually felt pressured to look him in the eye. What would he think about my question? Would he think I was weird for asking? But he was the weirder one for asking me to wear his shirt and saying things like I fucking looked good in it.
It made my heart thump uncomfortably and my face wouldn’t stop blushing.
But then, he wasn’t saying anything.
Why wasn’t he saying anything?
I gulped and rolled my eyes towards him, only to find him staring at me like he was shocked out of this world.
"W-what?" I asked, and this broke him out of his trance.
He laughed and hugged me, pressing his head on my chest and the dampness of his hair hit my chin.
"What... What are you doing?" I asked, flustered but he wouldn’t let go.
"Jo-Pil, you look the best right now." He said and raised his head, meeting my eyes with a knowing gaze. "You should wear my shirt more often."
My face flushed and my ears steamed.
This... This guy... Could he not say something like that so close to my face?
"Ahem," I turned my head away. "Who... Who wants to wear your shirt all the time? I... I have mine."
"Right, but I think mine looks best on you."
Gosh, he shouldn’t say this out loud, and where my other masters are, if not, I might have to walk the runway with big shirts that belong to my masters.
He’s going to get me in trouble but... I wouldn’t mind wearing their shirts if I could feel like I’m sinking in their scent.
"Alright, Jo-Pil, you can finish drying my hair now." He said, getting off me and I slowly lifted my body. That was so sudden.
Maybe because he didn’t want to fall sick s second time?
I don’t know what’s going on through this busy mind.
I picked up the blow-dryer and began to blow his hair. First, the cold air, then the warm air hit his hair slowly while my hand combed through his locks.
He sat so obediently, smiling at me as I did this, and I... I couldn’t stop my heart from pounding.
’My heart only knows how to beat drums in times like this.’ I thought, my eyes slowly and softly falling on Seo-Jun’s dark blonde hair.
This man, he was so...
"... handsome."
The word slipped out of my mouth before I even realized it and Seo-Jun raised his head, smirking.
"Did you just call me handsome?"
I paused, shocked, cause I hadn’t even realized it, but what was the big deal about it? It’s not like it’s the first time he’s hearing how handsome he is because he’s one hell of a handsome guy.
But I won’t say what he wants to hear right now.
I turned my face away.
"Ah, you must be hearing things," I said, completely and plainly denying it.
I had a straight face so there was no way he would be able to get those words out of me a second time.
I turned off the blow-dryer and then picked up the shirt and shorts May had picked out a while ago.
While I was doing that, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," I responded with no hesitation and May came in with a tray.
There was a bowl of porridge and a glass of water on the tray.
"It’s ready, master." She said and I smiled.
"Thank you. Just place it over there." I pointed at the bedside table. She placed it down, bowed her head, and left.
After she left, I could feel Seo-Jun’s eyes on me. I mean, he had been staring at me the whole time, but it was more intense now, as if he had something to say.
I wanted to just ignore it but...
"Do you want to say something to me?" I asked, turning to him and he asked straight out,
"Why are you so good to the maids?" He asked and I paused. "You tell them thank you, as if they did you a favor when they’re just doing their job."
I sighed. To think we would have this conversation now.
"It’s because I’m a kind person," I said. "And... They did do me a favor. Even if it’s their job, they are very meticulous and... Anyway, whatever. I want to tell them thank you because I’m grateful. Or... Are you going to tell me not to show gratitude?"
"No, that’s not it." He said and tilted his head. "Jo-Pil, you’re a bit weird."
"Yeah, and you’re a pervert so I think that sums it up." I retorted, taking him aback.
Then, he laughed.
"Anyway, even if they’re maids and are doing their job, they have hearts too. They’re humans, not robots. So, of course, giving them a bit of gratitude makes them feel better, and they also continue doing what they’re doing with a cheerful heart. It’s like some sort of motivation when you recognize their efforts."
"Hm, is that how it works?" He asked, his hand pressed to his chin and I immediately felt irked.
And this man is supposed to own the largest tech company with a bunch of employees under him. Just how much does he pay them for them to stay loyal to him when he has no form of gratitude?
Or maybe he shows gratitude in his own way?
I shook my head.
Let’s not think of that now.
"Anyway, put this on," I said, stretching his shirt to him but he looked at me as if I just spoke a foreign language. "What? Won’t you take it?"
Still, he tilted his head.
What was he doing? He needs to wear his shirt and...
I paused.
Was he doing this on purpose because he didn’t want to wear his shirt on his own?
I nearly gnashed my teeth. He was so childish.
"Alright, alright," I said and decided to put the shirt on for him.
I took off his clothes and pants to it’s only fist I put them on for him. That’s the only reason I’m giving myself so it doesn’t feel awkward.
"You know, Jo-Pil," he talked as he put his hands through the hand of the shirt.
"What is it?"
"You do this so well. It’s almost like you’ve taken care of someone sick before." He said and I paused, my heart stopping for a second. "I mean, you seem frustrated but you’re quite patient and are gentle with your hands. Have you done this before?"