CHAPTER: 008 Will You Take It?!
CHAPTER: 008 Will You Take It?!
At the words “baby model,” Yoonseul pictured his baby siblings.
Big eyes.
Plump cheeks.
A nose bridge that looked unusually sharp for a baby.
Cherry-like lips.
Porcelain-like skin.
Anyone would say his siblings were pretty and adorable.
Garam is a carbon copy of Father, and Dasomi is pretty too… maybe it’s Father’s genes—and the mom who abandoned her.
While he was lost in thought—
“Seriously, if they did baby modeling, they’d be insanely popular.”
At the nurse’s words, Yoonseul smiled awkwardly.
“And Mr. Yoonseul, you’re really handsome too.”
“Huh?”
At the nurse’s blunt comment, Yoonseul scratched his cheek.
Just then, a nurse from the acupuncture room came out and called him.
As he followed her into the treatment room, he kept thinking of his siblings.
Baby modeling, huh…
At the time, he didn’t think deeply about it.
I should at least wait until they’re past one year old before considering it…
•
After hiring the babysitter, Han Mira, Yoonseul’s life became a little more manageable.
Because now he could work at a hospital as well and build experience.
“Garam, Dasomi—hyung’s heading out. See you this afternoon.”
At the entryway, as he slipped on his dress shoes, he looked at Han Mira.
“Please take care of them today too.”
“Don’t worry, go safely, Doctor. Garam, you should say, ‘Have a good day, hyung!’ And Dasomi should say, ‘Have a good day, oppa!’”
At Mira’s words, both babies’ mouths jutted out, but they still babbled like they were greeting him.
“Auu—”
“Ua—”
Hearing their babbling, Yoonseul smiled and kissed their foreheads.
“See you this afternoon.”
After tightening his clothes, Yoonseul left the house.
It had been several days since he’d gone out to claim the lotto winnings.
In the meantime, one of his university seniors had contacted him.
He had asked seniors for job help to build experience, but he hadn’t expected it this fast.
He listened calmly to what the senior said.
After the senior’s clinic opened and patient numbers grew, they needed one more doctor.
When he heard the location, he thought: This is it.
Fifteen minutes by car…
After talking, he did an interview, and they agreed he’d start work.
With Han Mira there, he could’ve applied for residency like before.
But Yoonseul planned to work one more year as a general physician, then apply for a government medical position.
Yoonseul wasn’t broke.
Lotto first prize.
And 300 bitcoins.
In cash, it was over 40 billion won, but Yoonseul had never touched that money.
On top of that, his mother’s death insurance payout.
And victim compensation money.
He had more than enough.
Raising his baby siblings, childcare money was overflowing.
Even so, the reason he was going to his senior’s clinic was simple.
I need time away from my siblings too…
A few weeks earlier, even after being apart from them briefly during an outing, the babies’ scent lingered at the tip of his nose—and he missed them.
So he had pleaded with his med school seniors.
The moment he asked to work as a general physician to build experience, calls started coming in.
“I’ll buy you a drink~” was the start, and one senior even offered to buy him Hanwoo No. 9.
He felt grateful.
After thinking it through, he chose to work as a paid doctor at a senior’s private clinic close to home.
The senior’s specialty was family medicine.
The medical building where the clinic was—
fifteen minutes away on foot—
was a place Yoonseul knew well too.
He took the elevator, reached the family medicine clinic, and stepped inside.
“Hello— is this your first visit?”
The nurses who had arrived early greeted him, thinking he was a patient.
He smiled.
“No—I’m Yoonseul. I’m starting work today.”
At his greeting, the nurses’ eyes widened.
“Huh?”
The nurses who had been preparing to open all came out to the desk.
“If you’re working here… are you a doctor?”
At one nurse’s question, he nodded.
“Yes—I’m starting today. I look forward to working with you.”
Yoonseul bowed politely.
“Oh my— oh my…”
The nurses’ faces turned as red as ripe apples, though they didn’t realize it themselves.
•
Christmas was approaching.
Yoonseul and the babies’ daily life continued as usual.
“Hyung’s going to the hospital—have fun and play~”
Leaving the house, Yoonseul had gotten used to going to work after leaving the babies with Han Mira.
Work from nine to three.
It was thanks to his family medicine senior’s consideration.
While Yoonseul busily relieved patients’ pain at work, at home, the babies’ talking time began.
Awu— (It’s boring without hyung.)
Eua? (Even though the babysitter noona is here?)
Uu. (She’s not hyung.)
Hng— (That’s true…)
In the middle of their conversation, Garam rolled over first.
In that position, he put strength into his arms and pushed against the floor.
Hua? (He sat up.)
Hee— (He sat up?)
At Garam’s reaction, Dasomi acted like sitting up was no big deal.
The living room floor was warm.
Maybe because there was a rug, and on top of it a thick baby mat—
Dasomi’s back was getting toasty.
Should I roll over too?
Her back was a little hot.
Han Mira was in the kitchen mixing formula.
Itcha—
Dasomi rolled over too.
Like Garam, she propped herself up and sat.
Nine months old.
A body that could now roll over and sit up.
“Oh my? You two?”
Han Mira came out with bottles and gasped.
She’d seen both babies sitting.
Click— click—
She set the bottles on the table, snapped photos of the two babies, and sent them.
When she saw the reply, a smile formed on her lips.
“Guys—I sent that you’re sitting up to hyung, and I think he’s touched. Ta-da.”
Han Mira held her phone so the babies could see the CocoaTalk message.
“Hng—”
“Hmph—”
At the babies’ reaction, Mira was slightly startled.
It was like they’d read the text.
She found it fascinating.
“Can you two read?”
Maybe…?
With that thought, Mira asked.
Thud—
Garam flopped forward like he was falling.
“G-garam—”
Mira quickly caught him so his face wouldn’t hit the floor.
Auu— (I told you to be careful.)
Hearing the scolding from the side, Garam grinned.
Taking the bottle Mira gave him, both babies drank happily.
After they finished and were burped, Garam and Dasomi kept repeating rolling, sitting, and lying down.
Like they were having the time of their lives—
with dolphin screams installed.
“Kkyaaa—!”
Garam lifted both arms and legs toward the ceiling and smiled brightly, like he was saying,
“I don’t know anything~”
“Hng— (Ugly baby.)”
At Dasomi’s jab, Garam, who was lying down, glared at the sitting baby.
“O—u? O! (What? Why? So what?)”
Dasomi’s counterattack was brutal.
Garam snapped his head away and sucked his finger.
Seeing that, Mira put the sterilized pacifier in his mouth.
Flop—
Dasomi fell backward onto the floor.
The cushioning was thick enough that it didn’t hurt.
“Aua. (Garam.)”
“Ueoa! (Call me oppa!)”
“Aa. (Do you remember your past life?)”
“Ueo? (Do you?)”
“Haua— (Yeah. But… the memories are a little blurry.)”
……
When Garam didn’t respond, Dasomi fell silent too.
Inside, Garam smirked.
Every time he saw Dasomi act like that, he thought of an elf he’d fought with in his past life.
Aurella—the high elf who had been separated from her clan and left alone as a refugee on Earth.
Did she reincarnate too?
Dasomi stayed quiet.
When Garam turned his head, Dasomi was asleep.
Her breathing was even.
Garam rolled over and lay down beside her.
“Awu— (Sleep well, Dasomi.)”
After whispering a greeting by his sibling’s ear, Garam watched Han Mira.
Her work as a babysitter was simple.
Mix formula for the babies, feed them, wash dishes, sterilize the bottles, and make a few side dishes using the ingredients in the fridge.
We’ll need to start baby food soon…
Seeing the babies’ growth, it seemed like they could.
And Han Mira cleaned each room so there wasn’t even a speck of dust.
It wasn’t technically part of babysitting, but since Yoonseul paid double the usual rate, Mira did some housework as repayment.
Besides—the babies were incredibly calm.
Because they were calm, the work wasn’t that hard.
They were just about to start crawling, so maybe they were calm for now—
but even if they started crawling, Mira was a pro.
Hoo—
Between housework and caring for the babies, time passed quickly.
When she checked the clock, it was already 2:40.
In forty minutes, the homeowner, Yoonseul, would return.
And at this hour, the babies always lay in the living room facing the gate.
Look.
Even now, they were lying there, staring holes into the gate.
As if that would make Yoonseul come faster.
It was so cute that she snapped a picture and sent it to Yoonseul.
Coto—
A reply came quickly.
[Yoonseul] Are they… waiting for me?
[Han Mira] Yes—I think so. Ever since they started rolling over, they do that at this hour.
[Yoonseul] Thank you for the photo. I’ll come up as soon as I get off work.
With that, Mira put her phone down.
These babies were on a different level from any she’d cared for.
Strange enough to feel unreal.
Time passed.
The two babies were sitting in the living room, facing the gate.
To an observer, it looked precarious, but the baby mat was thick and soft enough that even if they tipped forward or backward, they’d be fine.
Han Mira sat on the sofa taking pictures.
“They’re babbling again…”
It was so fascinating.
Because it looked like they were talking.
“Kkyau— (It’s time hyung comes home.)”
“Ueo— (…You like Yoonseul that much?)”
“Haua. (Dasomi, he’s your oppa.)”
“Huang-a— (Oppa… I don’t really know what ‘family’ is.)”
Huh?
What was that?
She doesn’t know what “family” is?
If she had past-life memories, she should’ve had family, right?
Thinking that, Garam stared at Dasomi’s profile.
Clack—
The gate opened, and a handsome young man in a coat with a backpack slung over his shoulders stepped in.
Seeing him, Garam let out a dolphin scream.
“Oh my— our Garam. Why are you so excited?”
The moment Yoonseul stepped into the yard, he opened the window connecting the living room and yard and picked Garam up.
“Kkaaht—!”
Garam smiled brightly, kicking his legs like he was thrilled.
It felt like all the stress from the hospital washed away.
“Garam and Dasomi were calm today too, Doctor.”
“Nothing happened?”
When Yoonseul asked, looking at Han Mira—
“Other than them staring at the gate endlessly around the time you come home, and sometimes babbling like they’re having a conversation, they were calm.”
“I see. Thank you for your hard work today too, Ms. Han.”
“You’re welcome. The babies are so calm that I had nothing to do, so I made some seasoned vegetable side dishes with what was in the fridge. Eat them with dinner.”
“Huh? You didn’t have to…”
“They’re so calm that I really had nothing to do.”
“…Yes. Thank you.”
Yoonseul bowed slightly with genuine gratitude.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yes— get home safely, and… ah! Do you have plans on Christmas?”
At Yoonseul’s question, Han Mira tilted her head slightly.
“No.”
“Then… this.”
Yoonseul pulled an envelope from his pocket and offered it.
Han Mira looked down at the envelope.
“What is this…?”
“The hospital director gave it to me, but I can’t go because of the babies, so I wanted you to go instead.”
“What… is it?”
“It’s a musical ticket.”
“Huh? A musical?”
Han Mira was startled.
After babysitting work, she sometimes went to musicals.
Did I ever say I liked musicals?
While she stared at the envelope, a voice came.
“Will you take it?”