What's Wrong With Assistant Kang?

22. Ramen And Kimchi

"No...!"

Before either of them knew it, the boss and assistant fell on the latter's bed; Jaehee was suddenly on top of Jumin, who stared at with the most shaken eyes she had ever seen before. To be fair, hers were just as shocked.

The two couldn't speak or move for what seemed like an eternity, until finally, Jumin seemed to react. His silver-like eyes were still wide, but they relaxed even if just a bit. Taking Jaehee by surprise, his arms took hold of her back, entrapping her in a warm hug.

His assistant's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets at the unexpected action when he pleaded, in a really low voice, "Let's stay like this for a moment."

Jaehee complied, letting her head rest over his shoulder as he gently caressed her brown hair, even though inwardly she felt as if her heart was about to turn into a bomb and explode, killing both of them, from how hard it was beating.

"Assistant Kang..." He started, his deep voice now a whisper in her ear, "I... I want to love you. I wish for it so much I don't know what to do with myself," he softly confessed, and Jaehee's head immediately shot upwards to directly stare at the man with a flabbergasted look on her now red face.

Jumin's eyes widened with panic. "It's from one of your romance novels," he lied, his gaze shifting away from hers as his cheeks turned pink.

"...Oh." Was all Jaehee was able to stammer in response. She couldn't believe that she was disappointed. And even though Jumin said that, the heat all over her body still wouldn't disappear.

"Oh! Oh, God!" She rose up from him, ending their embrace. "The kettle must be boiling by now!" She chuckled awkwardly before rushing to the kitchen.

Jumin tried to chuckle too, as he sat up on the bed, but it came out just as clumsy as hers.
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The corporate heir now sat in front of the small table in Jaehee's living room, still feeling nervous over what happened minutes ago, but managing to put on a blank mask once again (though it resulted to be very difficult).

Jaehee was in the same situation while she put two cups with green tea in front of both of them. "Mr. Han, since you haven't had dinner yet, I thought you wouldn't mind if I made some ramen."

"Ramen?" Jumin questioned, unfamiliar with the word. "Aren't they some kind of commoner noodles?"

Jaehee let out a small laugh. "Yes, commoner noodles," she joked while setting a plate down for him to see. "I suppose that's what they're called between rich people." She rolled her eyes with an ironic smile.

"Well... I normally don't consume food that's mostly composed of additives and artificial flavors, but since you made it..." He looked up at her with a grateful, sincere smile. "I'll be glad to try it."

Leaning down, he grabbed the chopsticks and slurped down the ramen as politely as he could before lifting his head. "It tastes good," he told her, but he didn't seem too convinced.

Jaehee noticed this and pushed another, smaller plate in front of him. "Try it with some kimchi. Everyone eats it that way," she said with a sideways smile. Jumin stared at the food confusedly before Jaehee grabbed some with her own chopsticks and put it inside his ramen.

With Jaehee urging him to eat, Jumin took the mix of spicy flavors into his mouth and his eyes instantly widened at the discover of how impossibly delicious it tasted now. For a second forgetting his tight manners, he leaned down and finished it all in one try.

He heard Jaehee stifling a giggle and glanced up at her with an embarrassed expression which Jaehee found surprisingly cute.
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The two talked for some time more when Jumin looked outside the window and told her he should take his leave since it was getting extremely late already, and she reproached herself for forgetting what hour it was.