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chapter 15 | Look after me

"Do you like it?" she licks her glossy lips, and I nod. "Yes. This is amazing as always, sweetheart," I praise her, loving to do it and knowing it makes her feel better. I put a smile on her face with mine, but I take hold of the dish, and I turn around to lean on the counter and eat the rest of my comforting breakfast, staying next to her.

"Can I stay here today?" Hajoon asks me, but I shake my head. "Why would you?"

"To be with her," he gives me the answer I expected to hear, but I still do not accept. "No. You go to school."

"Dammit," he huffs and walks away, leaving to head to the front door since it is time for him to go. "See you, and," he looks in our direction, holding his school bag. "Keep that on once I'm back, y/n," he giggles and escapes before I could even scold him.

"Gosh," I do not appreciate his comment and glance at the girl by my side, but she smiles and lays her eyes on me, and for some reason, I maintain the contact between us.

"How do you find the dress? Is it...bad?" my opinion is wanted. I cannot tell her the truth, the dress itself is pretty, it is ten times even better on her, and of course, this is sexy, but I cannot say that. "It's pretty, just a bit too short."

"Oh..." she slides one hand up her arm, my answer probably making her feel different in her clothes. I keep my eyes on her and find other words to not make her feel uncomfortable. "I mean, you're gorgeous in it. I just feel like I'm forcing you to wear this, and the fact that a few men will be there and see you as a servant or something like that ticks me off."

"It's okay. I like this dress, and I'll tell you if something ever makes me feel uneasy around them," she gives me her words, which reassure me. I smile at her, simply, always having this sensation in my chest that tells me I feel good and relaxed when I look at her.

"Anyway," she intertwines her fingers in front of her body and presses her lips together. "How are you doing today?" she asks me, willing to know how I feel with all the problems I have to deal with. I do not regret telling her everything, she makes me feel special again. The care, admiration, and respect, she gives them all to me, and I cannot ask for more.

"I'm doing all right, what about you?" I finish my food and move to put the empty dish in the dishwasher. "I'm fine. I just hope I won't make any mistakes."

"You won't, there is just one thing that I think would be great. You should always remain somewhere when you don't have anything to do, like, stay on one spot and maybe wait for me to ask for you or call you...I don't know. I'm going to have to act strict in front of them, but do not think that I'm being serious, I don't want you to be hurt or feel like I'm different when other people are around. Okay?" I try to explain without sounding bad, and she nods to me. She really is devoted. "Is there anything else I must do?"

"I..." my brain seeks some ideas, some thoughts that might be important. I tuck my hands in my pockets but do not find any. "No, not really."

"Okay," she never looks scared or bothered by this whole thing. Actually, this is the opposite, she truly seems happy to help me. Not knowing what to say more, I just look at her, but she fiddles with her dress, and I catch her peeking down at my torso again. "I should finish what I started," she flees away, making me grin but check what she is doing.

She stands right before the ironing board, and she takes care of my dress shirt when I was supposed to do it.

I do not speak but think while drinking my iced coffee, my eyes remaining on y/n as she is not facing me. I do not know how I will be able to keep my eyes off of her, I need to protect her if she wears this when my colleagues are around me.