Date (1)
I feel it.
My mind is hazy and my vision blurs, so I must have gotten drunk.
I would never do something like this normally.
"Yeah, yeah. What do I care? We're not even in a relationship or anything."
"Tsk..."
"Drunk and even my pronunciation is off. Can you walk?"
"Hey! You should use honorifics!"
Drinking makes you all talkative.
"What?"
"Why are you speaking so casually to me! Seriously... you bastard... idiot..."
"Yeah, yeah. Can I go back to nuna's house?"
"I don't know! You bastard."
Then she gulps down the remaining alcohol.
Because of the alcohol or because that's her personality, she's complaining non-stop.
"More."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll pour it for you."
How many times has she poured for me like this?
Eight?
Ten?
It seems about that.
I need to send her home now.
I can't keep her here forever.
"What do you want to do? Should I get you a separate room? Or call a car?"
"Ueeewung... I don't know."
She passed out.
She did.
Couldn't lift her head, lying there trying to find a comfortable position. If I don't decide soon, she'll just sleep like that.
"Just sleep here. I can't let you in."
"Uuwung... an-dee."
"Why."
Now she doesn't listen to me at all.
"Ieruwahaahaa...."
"What?"
"Ieruwahaahaa."
"Just sleep here."
I get up, open the door to the bedroom which was closed, and carry the drunk Ayoung.
"Alright, let's go to bed."
"......"
It comes out subtly easily.
Because the drunk person's tantrum isn't heavy, it's easy to hear.
I'm also drunk, so I walk carefully, not too fast, put strength in my legs, and slowly head to the bed.
I carefully lay her on the bed that looks a bit larger than the ones I used that morning when everything was neatly arranged.
I had taken off my jacket when drinking, and Ayoung is wearing only a shirt, black stockings, and a tight skirt.
It might be uncomfortable...
Huh? The tie I loosened is still the same one she came with today.
I didn't notice because my mind was blank.
If I had noticed, I would have said something.
I pull the slightly loosened tie and untie it, and because several buttons were already undone, the collar opens.
It's subtly lewd.
If it was before, it would have been "clank clank" immediately.
My automatic navigation device in my head sends danger signals.
Laying a drunk woman on the hotel bed and loosening her tie?
Even if I say I didn't do anything after and just let her sleep comfortably, it's still a sex crime based on the woman's uniform statement.
In my head, I know it's not, but my hands are shaking.
Is it because she's drunk?
So, to purely mean "sleeping well without any intent," I deliberately draped the blanket like in cartoons with corners, then closed the door and came out.
But where am I supposed to sleep?
Call the front desk for a new room?
There are other men here now, so probably no rooms left....
So, I decided to sleep on the sofa.
I cleared the scattered wine bottles and glasses, messy table and chairs to tidy up the drinking session,
Picked up the prepared pajamas from the corner of the room and went into the shower booth.
After wetting my body with warm water, since I was so tired I felt like dying, I washed my body quickly, didn't dry my hair separately but just wiped it with a towel,
Then lay on the bed I made by modifying the sofa.
Because it's deep night and soundproof, and the ticking of the table clock in the quiet room lulls me, I close my eyes and open them repeatedly until I fall asleep.
Knock knock.
Ugh... who is it....
Knock knock.
Mom... if you need something, just come in and take it, I told you....
Knock knock.
Eh... why would mom knock this many times?
A feeling came over me.
I can't explain what it is, but it's the feeling that everyone knows.
The feeling that my ancestors are telling me something big is happening.
Ancestors, sorry. Thank you for telling me again this time!
How did I sleep?
Fragmentary memories start to piece together like a movie.
Right.
I was drinking with that bastard, and he asked me to call a car, but since I was sleeping, he said something about no choice, so I had one more drink and left...
Fuck...
Ayoung, you crazy bitch...
If I drank more there, what would happen...
Then he brought me to the bed and took off my tie.
It's gone?
Is that really true?
This idiot, I woke up and why didn't I run away!
There was a chance when he left the room and I heard the sound of running water!
Mom, sorry...
Mom, it seems like my daughter is a crazy bitch.
Knock knock.
Ah, right.
This is a hotel.
Check out!
What time is it?
Go to work!
Subway!
Office!
"Yes! I'm leaving."
"No, you don't need to come out. Lee Ayoung?"
"Huh? Yes, yes. I'm Lee Ayoung."
"Yes, it's you. Excuse me for a moment."
The hotelier opened the door and came in.
"Park Seonghun, who was staying with you, contacted his workplace and arranged for you to take a half-day off, so please tell him that."
What?
What did you say?
"Also, it seems breakfast is a bit late, so please prepare room service, and from around 9:40, room service will be provided, so please prepare so that you can start eating."
Breakfast?
Room service?
Ueeeh... what's going on...
"Excuse me."
After the hotelier, people in gowns came in.
"That... Seonghun said he didn't do it, but we have to confirm it anyway."
"Ah, we are medical personnel from the Male Family Department that assists with smooth and regular mandatory sex."
"You must be surprised."
I was really surprised.
Right.
I could have been taken advantage of...
I could have been forced while sleeping...
Eh?
Eh?
Why is there no difference?
That guy isn't like that?
A bad guy who does skinship and stuff?
Except for the stockings with a loose thread, nothing changed, and the buttons are undone only as much as I loosened them, and the skirt is the same?
"From the state, it seems you didn't have sex. Is that right?"
"Huh? Yes... it seems like that...."
Talking about sex from the morning... embarrassing.
I wish there was a mouse hole to hide in.
"You can't say something ambiguous like that. We can confirm it through our examination. Shall we?"
"No... I'm sure I didn't..."
It's okay, unnie...
Even without the examination, if it happened, we can tell for sure...
"Yes! Then since we've confirmed, we'll go back. Have a good day."
Ah... I want to die..
"Lee Ayoung. It seems you need cleaning service. If you give us your clothes to change, we'll provide the service."
"Yes! Please take care."
Go to work!
The team leader was already considerate, I can't be late.
But why am I here?
In my head, the conversation with the team leader replays again.
Right.
I don't know what it is, but there was something I had to do, but I didn't do anything.
I just drank alcohol.
This idiot.
What were you thinking?
"Since you brought extra clothes, please change and prepare to eat."
First, let's eat.
"Yes."
"Why are you like that?"
"Why? No. Are you feeling better?"
"No... I'm still a bit sore."
"Really? I should have come earlier, but I came the day after and I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay. You'll be busy today, but thank you for coming early in the morning."
Really.
I felt it yesterday too, but you really speak nicely.
"Is that normal?"
"Huh? What?"
"You normally speak that nicely?"
"Uhm.... I don't know? Hehe"
Her smiling face is pretty, making it hard to look away.
"Right. As I said earlier, the date order will be last. So manage your body well until then. I'll come to check every morning."
"Yes. So you'll come every morning."
Wow.
"Right."
"Definitely."
"Right"
Then I cover her with the blanket, add some fruit or water if needed, and leave with the caregiver, switching shifts.
Walking down the corridor, taking the elevator, following the escalator down to the designated lobby.
Today is a day with another woman as the protagonist.
"You're back?"
"Yeah. Today it's a different look."
"Then I must have various charms, right? Then you should also have a different look today?"
"Who told me to change my hairstyle."
"Really? I don't know who, but it seems like good sense."
"It seems so. Thanks for looking better than usual."
Thanks to the person who sent a message in the morning when preparing and gave detailed requests.
I had to go through the trouble of wearing a coordinated outfit with an over-the-forehead hairstyle instead of the usual down style.
"You're welcome."