CHAPTER: 007 Baby Models?!
CHAPTER: 007 Baby Models?!
After hanging up, Yoonseul looked at the babies.
“The babysitter who’ll take care of you is coming tomorrow, okay? Aren’t you excited? I wonder what kind of person she is?”
The babies looked at Yoonseul as he smiled.
They met his eyes.
In that gaze, Dasomi felt warmth—and, at the same time, guilt.
In her past life, she was a spirit summoner.
In this life, she was a baby.
She was a baby, but she still had the power to call spirits.
She didn’t know why, but Dasomi thought—
unable to contract with spirits like this, she couldn’t help oppa.
From what she’d heard from Garam, the man who was their dad was a damn bastard.
And the one who had stopped them from almost being sent overseas for adoption was the oppa right in front of her.
When she shifted her eyes, she saw oppa staring at the lotto ticket with a shocked face.
He’s someone I’m grateful to…
From what Garam said, oppa was a doctor.
Back in Dasomi’s past life, even when the Tower existed, there were medical staff who treated ordinary people.
Most doctors were… uh? No, a lot of them were altruists…
Remembering the doctors from her past life, Dasomi closed her eyes.
I want to be helpful…
Then a wave of feeling rose up, and Dasomi got a little irritated.
This baby body always got sleepy after eating.
Beside her, already asleep, was someone her age—
Garam, who insisted she call him “oppa” just because his birthday was a few days earlier.
As she stared at him, Dasomi thought of someone from her past.
But… did Suho, who got wounded by a dragon and died… get reincarnated too?
After briefly recalling her past life, Dasomi shook her head.
I want to protect oppa Yoonseul.
“Hng—”
After watching Yoonseul for a long time, Dasomi’s eyes slowly closed.
•
Ding— dooong—
The old doorbell rang.
Yoonseul, who had been massaging the babies’ arms and legs in the living room, stood up and opened the gate.
A woman stepped into the yard carefully and called out,
“Hello? Is anyone home?”
A short bob cut.
A high nose bridge.
A firm, capable-looking mouth.
She looked about 160 cm tall.
As Yoonseul opened the gate and greeted the babysitter, he spoke first.
“Yes— welcome. It must’ve been hard coming up.”
“No—the houses I go to are usually at the top of hills too, so it wasn’t difficult.”
As Han Mira spoke in the yard, Yoonseul ushered her inside.
“Come in.”
“Excuse me.”
Han Mira entered the entryway.
She swept her gaze around quickly.
A warm draft and the distinct scent of a home with babies brushed her nose.
“Oh? And this baby?”
There was a baby lying there that somehow felt familiar.
Just then—
“You’ve seen the baby girl before, right?”
At Yoonseul’s question, Mira nodded.
“Of course. Out of all the babies I’ve watched, I remember thinking I’d never seen one this calm.”
Mira stood by the babies and quietly met their eyes.
“Oh? But the boy is calm too.”
“Is he?”
“He really is. This is extremely calm. Once babies start throwing tantrums, it never ends.”
At her words, Yoonseul scratched his cheek.
Even if they were calm, taking care of babies…
Now he understood why the married specialists with kids kept muttering that childcare was hell.
Once the icebreaker about the babies ended, Mira pulled out a business card and handed it to Yoonseul.
“Ah—I’m Han Mira.”
“I’m Yoonseul. I heard from Attorney Han Gisu, but are you…?”
Mira caught what he was implying and waved her hands quickly.
“Ah! No, we’re not relatives or anything. We just have the same last name.”
Talking with Han Mira, Yoonseul felt she was meticulous, steady, and capable.
He watched the two babies on the living room floor trying to roll over, picked up Garam first, and said,
“Garam—hyung is going out for a bit, so play with Noona Mira while I’m gone, okay?”
“Aua—”
Hearing the babble, Mira looked a little surprised.
“Huh? Did the baby just answer you?”
“No— Garam sometimes babbles like he’s answering.”
Yoonseul laid Garam back down, then picked up Dasomi and told her the same thing.
Then he kissed Dasomi on the forehead and laid her down.
“Kkyauuu!”
For some reason, Dasomi let out a dolphin-like scream.
After leaving the babies with Han Mira, Yoonseul went into his room, changed clothes, and came back out.
Seeing Yoonseul in a long black padded coat, gloves, and a beanie, Mira’s ears turned slightly red.
“Then please take good care of them. I’ll be back around five.”
“Yes— be careful on your way.”
“Ah—the formula and sterilized bottles are in the kitchen, so if it’s time, could you take care of that too?”
“Yes— don’t worry. I’ll message you from time to time.”
After leaving his siblings with Han Mira, Yoonseul left the house.
Click—
The gate closed.
He stood in front of it for a moment.
Without thinking, he opened his phone’s photo album and looked at pictures of the babies.
A dry laugh escaped him at his own behavior.
If I’m going to do this… why did I even say I was going out… tsk.
A little over a month with Garam.
A few days with Dasomi.
Somewhere in that time, he’d gotten attached.
He’d left to claim the lotto winnings, but his heart wanted to go back inside.
Hoo—
He rubbed his beanie-covered head for no reason.
Let’s go quickly and come back.
He hurried down the steep slope and walked to the nearby subway station.
It was pretty cold.
It’ll be Christmas soon…
Once he got on the subway headed to Seodaemun, where the lottery business division was, he heard a siren-like sound.
No—more precisely, a baby’s powerful crying.
A young mother didn’t know what to do, swaying as she tried to soothe the baby, but the baby kept crying.
The seated passengers frowned, then put in earphones and grumbled.
“If your kid’s going to cry, you should get off at a station and calm them down… It’s so loud I could die.”
It was someone’s mutter, but to Yoonseul, it was crystal clear.
“Ma’am— maybe the baby pooped? The baby might be uncomfortable, so check the diaper at the next stop~”
At an elderly woman’s words, the young mother bowed her head repeatedly.
As soon as the subway arrived, she got off quickly and hurried away with the baby.
Once the crying baby and mom got off, the subway went quiet.
Yoonseul suddenly wondered what the decibel level of babies’ cries was.
If they cry like that baby earlier…
It was a house, but there were sensitive neighbors—someone might complain…
After traveling a while and transferring lines, he arrived at NH’s headquarters.
When he said he was there to claim lotto winnings, an employee guided him.
Claiming the winnings didn’t take long.
There was an investment pitch, but Yoonseul shook his head.
When he saw the money posted in the account, only then did it feel real.
After moving some money into the salary account he’d made at the hospital, he carefully placed the check card issued by the bank into his wallet.
Then he headed back to the subway station for his next stop.
•
Lee Seunghu, a foreign car dealership salesman.
His monthly performance numbers were hanging by a thread.
If I can just sell one SUV…
While thinking about his numbers, Lee Seunghu poured himself a cup of coffee in the pantry.
Then he spotted a tall, handsome young man lingering outside the window.
Damn. If I could live with a face like that for just one day—no, one month…
Whoosh—
The automatic doors opened, and the handsome young man entered the showroom.
Lee Seunghu set down his coffee and greeted him politely.
“Welcome. How may I help you, sir?”
The young man looked around and spoke.
“Uh—I wanted to look at an SUV that can carry babies.”
For a second, Lee Seunghu froze.
The customer looked young.
Mid-twenties, maybe?
No—he looked even younger.
And the words “carry babies” made him flustered.
A young dad?
For a moment, the prejudice that a young dad wouldn’t have money grabbed him.
Still, it’ll boost my numbers…
With a smile, Lee Seunghu offered him a seat.
“Sir, would you like to sit over here?”
“No— can I look at the display vehicles first?”
At the customer’s words, Lee Seunghu gladly showed him the cars.
After looking them over for a while, the customer pointed at one and asked,
“Do you have this model in yellow?”
Lee Seunghu was taken aback.
Black, white, and silver usually sold well—
but yellow? First time.
“…Y-yellow?”
The customer nodded.
“Yes.”
Still flustered, Lee Seunghu checked inventory.
“Yes—we have that color. One came in recently, so we can deliver it right away.”
“Okay. Then I want to sign for this car.”
Lee Seunghu immediately guided him to the table.
“What would you like to drink?”
“Ah— do you have iced Americano?”
“Please wait a moment.”
He dashed into the pantry, pulled coffee from the machine, filled a cup with ice, added espresso, topped it with water, and set it down.
“Here you go, sir.”
The customer dipped his head slightly.
“I’ll drink it well.”
Lee Seunghu clicked his tongue internally.
He’s handsome, voice is good… money too. Unfair.
Even so, he did his job properly.
He handed over the contract.
Yoonseul read it carefully, then signed.
“And payment…?”
“Ah— by card.”
“How would you like to do the installment plan?”
“Pay it in full. That card is a debit card.”
“…Yes. Understood.”
As he swiped the card, Lee Seunghu grumbled to himself.
The world’s really unfair…
He returned the card and receipt respectfully.
“Thank you. And when will delivery be possible?”
“In two days. A driver will call you near your home.”
“I see. Understood.”
The young man smiled, stood, and left.
Watching his back, Lee Seunghu clicked his tongue.
“He really has everything. Tall, looks like a celebrity, great voice… money too. Unfair.”
•
Walking down the street, Yoonseul suddenly remembered something and quickened his pace.
I need to buy one more crib… clear the living room rug and lay down baby mats…
Baby supplies kept surfacing in his mind.
He headed to a department store.
Inside the baby goods shop, all sorts of items stole his attention.
He compared baby mats and bought one.
After arranging delivery, he looked at baby toys and mobiles too.
Then he saw something that immediately caught his eye, and he bought it.
Hm~hmm~
Spending money for his siblings felt different.
I claimed the winnings, signed for a car, bought baby supplies… now groceries. I still have time, so I should stop by the clinic before I go.
He bought groceries in the basement market and headed back.
He stopped by the clinic and waited.
“Mr. Yoonseul—”
“Yes?”
A nurse called him.
“Today… you didn’t bring the babies?”
“Ah— I had something to do today, so I left them with the babysitter.”
The nurse looked disappointed.
“The babies were so pretty… they could really be baby models…”
“Baby models?”