Jumin bemusedly watched Jaehee nearly die from laughter for some very long minutes before the young woman straightened up again, trying to regain her composure.
"Mr. Han..." Jaehee pulled her glasses back up when they began to slip down her nose from her previous outburst. "You can't possibly be serious..."
Jumin blinked in response; not comprehending why Jaehee wouldn't even take his good offer into consideration. "Why wouldn't I be?"
The brunette couldn't help but gasp surpisedly again. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed, realising he wasn't joking.
"Why are you even asking me to marry you, Mr. Han?!" the woman questioned, brown eyes narrowing.
Jumin raised an eyebrow. "Well, you stated you wished to get married, Assistant Kang. I just wanted to help you fulfill your goal," he told her simply.
"That's not how it works!" Jaehee raised her hands over her head with exasperation. "You get married out of love! It's not some kind of business deal!"
For being such a naturally logical and intelligent person, Jumin Han certainly got the short end of the stick when it came to feelings and relationships...
Jumin glanced away guiltily. He had supposed Jaehee would be content with his offer and likely decide to stay with him at the company as a result.
It seemed reasonable to him.
Jaehee heaved out a sigh before turning around and deciding to just go inside her apartment and pretend none of this ever happened.
But then Jumin spoke up again.
"Then perhaps..."
Jaehee turned to face him, giving him a confused look. What else could he likely spout after saying such a ridiculous thing just seconds ago?
"Perhaps you could fall in love with me." He finished, deadpan as normal, looking at her with a sincere glint in his eyes.
The Chief Assistant was speechless for the fourth time this week. Just what drug was Jumin on? Catnip?
Maybe he was drunk...
"M-mr. Han..." she uttered his name quietly, almost like a mumble. "I think you should go home."
"What? But—"
"Please go home," she repeated, this time more firmly. "It isn't good for you to walk around by yourself when you're drunk..." she explained, genuinely worried.
Jumin's silver eyes widened at the false accusation, feeling the need to defend himself; but Jaehee waved at him goodbye before he could say anything, going inside her house and closing the door shut.
To make sure he still wasn't standing outside, she rushed towards the window and slid the blinds open, checking positively as Jumin Han got inside his vehicle, already giving directions to Driver Kim.
[Jaehee Kang has entered the chatroom]
Jaehee: I see no one else is here...
Jaehee: Mr. Han did something extremely strange today.
Jaehee: And what's stranger is that I seriously can't tell if he meant it or not... I hope you explain everything soon, Mr. Han.
[707 has entered the chatroom]
707: Lololol do you u know what's even stranger, Jaehee??
707: I drank 16 cans of Dr. Pepper today
707: And I wrote a song for you!! Lolol
Jaehee: Why is that not surprising?
707: Wanna hear it???
707: Well you'll just read it cuz it's a chatroom but...!
707: 1!
707: 2!
707: 3!!!
707: She's as cool as nighttime
707: She's as bright as day
707: When she looks in your eyes
707: She takes your
707: BREATH AWAYY
707: She could move a mountain
707: Make a fire start
707: On a smaller scale
707: She could
707: BREAK.
707: YOUR.
707: HEART!
707:
707: She's a lady~
707: A super lady~
707: She looks like an angel
707: She's sent from above
Jaehee: ????
707: She's a lady~
707: A pretty lady~
707: And with this kitten
707: I'm smitten
Jaehee: Are you still talking about me...?
707: I'm bitten by the bug they call love
707: And this lady will be miinnneeee
707: Lady be mine ohohohhh
[Jaehee Kang has left the chatroom]
"Freaking Luciel..." Jaehee muttered under her breath while exiting the messenger, not wanting to deal with Seven right now.
After sighing tiredly, she resolved to launching herself at her fluffy bed, wanting to erase all the stress that had piled up after this incredibly exhausting day.
She planned on staying right on the spot and falling asleep for the rest of the night, but her phone began ringing.
Groaning slightly, Jaehee extended her arm without getting up, managing to grab the small object and picking up the call.
"Hello?"
"Jaehee! It's me." Yoosung's familiar voice boomed from the other end.
"Yoosung?" Jaehee rubbed her eyes, trying to wake herself more.
"Yeah," the blond college boy answered nonchalantly. "Zen and I arranged a party for you at the fried chicken place we went to the other time!"
"Wait— What?" the 26-year old woman questioned, puzzled. "A party?"
"Because you're moving on from your job with Jumin! We just wanted to give you good luck for the future," Yoosung told her cheerfully.
"Oh... I see. Thanks?"
"So you're coming right? It's thirty minutes from now."
"Well..." Jaehee thought it over and decided to accept. It would be rude not come anyway. "I'll see you there."
"See you!"
