Take Care of Me, Deputy
September 22nd
It was a seemingly ordinary day—
but not quite.
It was one of those classic company dinners.
Thanks to my oh-so-lovely deputy manager who treats me only like crap,
I downed drink after drink despite barely being able to handle alcohol.
No, scratch that—I chugged.
Normally I don’t even touch alcohol unless it’s a work event.
But after all the scolding and nitpicking,
even that bitter liquor started to taste sweet.
And the result?
I got drunk. Like, really drunk.
The kind of drunk where I become the worst kind of mess.
Even I’m scared of what I’ll say when I’m like that.
“It’s true… Mr. Kim… hic!”
“Why do you always make my life miserable?”
“I’m trying so hard… It’s not my fault it doesn’t work out!!”
“If you weren’t my boss, I’d curse you out sooo bad!”
That mouth of mine… seriously.
Sometimes I wonder how I even landed a job with that thing.
How have I not been fired yet?
“Hahaha… what’s she doing now…”
“Looks like she’s really drunk, huh? Just bear with her a little…”
Even our boss trembles around this guy.
He looks like he walked straight out of a sculpture gallery,
but if you think that means he’s nice? Think again.
At 25 years old, I used to believe all handsome guys were kind—
until this deputy manager shattered that illusion.
“…I’ll head out first.”
“I’ll take her home.”
“Make sure she gets home safe, yeah? Don’t you dare dump her on the street.”
.
.
.
“We’re here. You’ve got work tomorrow, so get some sleep.”
“Your house is far from here though…”
“What, you think I’m a kid? I can get home just fine. Worry about yourself.”
“…Wait, um… Do you want to come in?”
I have no clue how we got to my place.
It was late, taxis were nowhere to be found, and obviously he didn’t drive—
no drinking and driving.
So we just walked. In silence. For ten whole minutes.
But it felt like an hour.
He didn’t say a word, and I just counted passing cars.
When we arrived,
I grabbed his arm before he could leave and asked him to come inside.
Maybe it was the alcohol…
but wow, why does he look even hotter tonight?
Sure, I had a teeny-tiny crush,
but come on—I’m not about to just let someone who walked me home stand outside, right?
I’m a kind, thoughtful angel like that.
“…You know that’s a pretty dangerous thing to say, right?”
“Hehe… I just meant we could sleep together.”
“You really shouldn’t invite a grown man into your home like that. The world’s not that nice.”
“Mm… but my mom said good-looking guys like you are okay.”
“So don’t be shy…”
“…Are you serious?”
“…Huh?”
“About letting me in. Are you serious?”
(nods)
“I’m sleepy…”
“You asked for it. Don’t blame me later.”
And that’s how I ended up spending the night…
with my devil of a deputy manager.