- Next day -

Thursday, September 24th, 2020.

5:30 am.

My eyes open, the darkness of the morning still occupying the bedroom. The tiredness does not fade away but only makes my eyelids heavy, my body weak. I exhale sharply but roll on my back, feeling my wife by my side. I do not say or do anything, I grab my phone and check my schedule of the day.

I have to leave the house at eight today, but I have no time left to sleep more, y/n is about to be here, so I have to wake up. I lock my phone and get out of the blanket, wearing my pajama pants and nothing else, I stand up and move up to our closet to take my silk robe that matches with my pants, and I put it on.

I do not close it, I just leave the room and move downstairs to get in the bathroom first, before starting my usual morning routine.

10 minutes later...

I step out of the room after being done, and I move to the kitchen island. I take a look at the time but grab my cigarettes and lighter, being the only one awake, I open a window and light my cigarette up to relax and enjoy this moment since this is the only thing able to take my mind off. I take a drag on it, but the doorbell interrupts me. Expecting to see y/n, I head to the front door with some astonishment, and I open it.

This is her.

"Good morning," I greet her, but her reaction makes my heart melt, my appearance must have surprised her, and she could not conceal it. However, she bows to me to always show some respect, and I cannot hide or keep my pleasure to myself, I grin and let her in. "Good morning, Mister Jeon," she returns the kindness and takes her shoes off, so I take her jacket and hang it on the coat rack for her. "I'm glad to see you."

"Am I a bit too early? I'm sorry if I bothered you," she asks, probably disturbed by the sight of my pajama and bare torso. I take my cigarette away from my lips and answer her. "No, you're not. I just work one hour later, that's why I enjoy the morning a little more," I explain but gesture her to follow me to the kitchen, and I close my upper clothing. "Ah, all right."

"Does the smoke bother you?" I ask in order to make sure she is alright with this, and she shakes her head. "No, don't worry."

"Fine. I'm going to make some coffee, would you like a cup?" I stand before the coffee machine to make it, but my eyes land on her, seeing her in a white, oversized sweater with nothing to cover the rest of her bare legs. "No, thanks."

"Okay," I answer in a soft voice to have a soothing morning, and I place my favorite cup in the machine to let the liquid fill it while smoking. "I'm sorry for greeting you in those clothes, I didn't expect you to be here now," I decide to apologize about it since I would not want her to think I am a pervert, but her red cheeks betray her once she shrugs and smiles. "No, don't apologize. You're home, there's nothing wrong about it."

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, so I'm always going to ask whether you're fine with something or not," I chuckle but warn her, willing to make her feel home. "Don't worry, I'll never feel uncomfortable with you," she states but surprises me. The machine starts working right when I react to her words, and I grab my cup but keep my eyes on her. "That's a relief then."

She never exudes any uneasiness but makes me feel better. Seeing her truly brightened my day, I feared that she would not come back, no matter what she told me yesterday, there was still a hint of apprehension left in me.

I sip on my hot drink but notice she bends over, she touches her inner thigh but startles me once she straightens her back. "What happened?" I move my cup to the side once I catch sight of the blood on her skin, but she gazes down at it and reveals her inner thigh. "I...tripped over on the garden path when I came here...I just...didn't see your pond, and yeah...that hurts a lot, but I'm fine."

"Oh, why haven't you told me right away?" I put my drink down and open a cubicle that contains all the medical stuff I own. "I didn't want to bother you with that."

"Y/n, I'm a doctor, you can tell me about that stuff," I close the door and place the box on the big kitchen island behind us. "Oh, you're a doctor? I didn't know," she lets her amazement out but stays still, so I chuckle but tell her to get closer. "Come here, I'm going to take care of this. That is dangerous and could get infected."

"Are you going to...put some alcohol over it...?" she bites on her bottom lip, nervously and sits down on the stool that I put in front of me. "You're scared that it will sting, aren't you?" I anticipate her answer since I am used to it, and she nods as expected from this soft girl. "It's okay. I won't use alcohol, just a saline solution to clean your wound," I stuck my cigarette between my lips to puff on it but get the stuff I need out of the box.

"I didn't notice this is bleeding like that," she pulls on her sweater to expose more of her thighs, but her tight shorts as well. I take my cigarette out, and I look for the ashtray. "Don't worry, I'm going to take care of it," I stub my toxic stick out, and I focus on her. I disinfect my hands and take hold of some cotton to soak it with the solution, and I move closer to her.

"Tell me if you want to do it yourself, okay? If you don't like to be touched," I wait before doing anything, but she gives me the green light. "You can do it, I won't dare to do anything if I'm the one doing it," she wipes the blood with her fingers. "Okay," I do not let it leak down any lower, I use the cotton and clean everything.

I slide it over her inner thigh to remove the blood, and she lifts her leg up to let me have access underneath and do it well while trying to touch her the least possible. Once this first step is done, I throw the cotton and check her wound to see if there is nothing in it.

"You really ruined your skin with all those scratches, how did you even do that?" I peek up at her but hold her thigh still, my hand in the crook of her knee. "I don't even know..." she shyly responds, but I hold my chortle in and look back at her wound. I touch it, but she instantly reacts with a whine. "Don't...please..."

"I'm sorry," I remove my fingers and grab another cotton pad to soak it with an antibiotic ointment to use it on her, then once it is done, I take the bandage that will be more helpful than a simple band-aid. I make her rest her calf on the kitchen island next to us, and I wrap the bandage around her thigh.

"What are you doing?" the voice of one of my sons distracts me, and I turn around but realize Hajoon is already by my side.

'YOUR P.O.V'

"Damn, I thought you were..." Hajoon gazes at the girl and me but makes a weird face as if he were shocked, and he laughs like an idiot. "Never mind," he does not talk more, and Mister Jeon keeps his hold on my thigh, firmly, but with gentleness. "What?" he peeks at him, but he refuses to answer him. "Nothing. What happened to you?" he puts all his attention on my thigh as I am feeling hot because of the position I am in with the tall man between my legs, this one whose torso is not covered. "I tripped over..."

"Oh, is it painful?" he rubs his eye in a cute manner. "A little, but I can handle it."

"She was bleeding heavily. If it was you, you would have cried like a baby," Mister Jeon makes fun of him but finishes what he was doing to me, my hot cheeks never cooling down because of his warm, manly hands on me. "Stop humiliating me in front of her, that's not even true."

"We all know it is," his father does not help him at all. "That's bullshit," he grumbles, but Mister Jeon's head raises up in a quick manner, he holds my thigh with one hand, straightening his back and exposing his abs. "Say that again, and you won't see your phone for a whole week," he stares at him with his big, sharp eyes full of dominance. "Got it?"

"Yes...I'm sorry..." he regrets his words in front of his authoritative father who knows how to make his kids listen, and Mister Jeon puts my leg back properly.

"Can you not show your abs to this innocent girl though?" Hajoon mentions what I cannot stop peeking at, but I smile nervously and see Mister Jeon do so. "Keep quiet," he ends up closing his robe, making a knot to hide what my eyes did not mind having within sight.

"Why do you wake up so early these last days?" the man grabs his cup and questions him, so I stand up but shrink the space between our bodies. "Because early birds get the worm," his answer makes me giggle at the way he said it, but I receive all the attention and quickly get rid of my amusement, feeling shy about it.

Mister Jeon smiles at me in one of the most gentle manners, and my heart skips a beat, but I do not let it affect me. I try not to. "You stay and eat with us today, okay?" Hajoon removes all the embarrassment I felt. "Cause dinner was disgusting yesterday."

"Hajoon," his father sighs. "Don't say that..."

"Hm, I'm just stating the truth," he still shows some frustration about what happened yesterday, but I grin at how cute it is to me. "And I wanted to ask for your number," Hajoon says, out of the blue. I peek in the direction of this black-haired boy who is now sipping on some milk. He avoids my gaze but makes my heart melt. "Why?"

"I find you cute," his sentence ends quickly, and he goes on. "I'm joking. I just want to get to know you more and chat," he licks the milk over his upper lip, but my eyes move towards Mister Jeon once I feel his hand brush past my arm. "I'm sorry," he whispers and puts his cup on the flat surface behind me, telling me that was just an accident. "Okay, I don't mind giving it to you."

"Thanks," he does not hide his joy but takes his phone out, so I enunciate each number to let him enter it in his list of contacts. "There, y/n," he types on his screen, but the sounds of another person joining us create a moment of heavy silence, our eyes drift towards the living room, and Miss Jeon appears, in a tight pencil skirt again, and a dress shirt.

The flames she throws at me do not make me feel welcomed, but I still greet her like a well-mannered person. "Good morning," I bow to her, and she mumbles the same words as if she were forced to do it. "Oh," Hajoon leans towards me and grabs my arm, but his big eyes approach mine, and he whispers some words. "Can you cook for us; I want to taste your food and see if you're a good-"

"No," Mister Jeon voices out, grasping all my attention with a simple action. "Leave her alone, she just arrived."

"Where's my cup?" the woman rummaged for it, and her husband answers. "I forgot to wash it last night."

"You forgot..." she raises her eyebrows with disdain. Mister Jeon does not react but grabs his phone, so I try to talk to him. "Do you want me to wash the dishes at the end of the day?"

"No need to," he shakes his head and locks eyes with me. "I can do it, you know. I don't mind. I actually like doing those tasks."

"Are you trying to earn more money?" the corner of his lips turn up, but I correct my sentence that made him believe so. "No, that's not what I meant. I just want to help you..."

"I know, I'm joking. If really you want to do it, then you can, I won't scold you if you wash the dishes," he licks his lips but puts his phone aside to turn towards me, flattening his hand on the kitchen island and getting his fabric to open more widely on his chest. I peek down at his skin but make up my mind very quick and glance away.

"Hey, look at the picture I use for your number," he shows me his screen and ruins the view. I smile in front of the peach picture. "Why a peach?"

"Cause that's soft and cute," he smirks but walks away without giving more explanation. This boy.

"What are you still doing here? Don't you have to get ready for work?" the woman serves herself a cup of coffee but states at her husband as I'm awkwardly witnessing this alone since the flirty boy left. "I work at nine today."

"Oh, good to know that now..." she lets the bitterness out of her mouth and gazes down at her drink. Not handling the tension in the room, I decide to leave. "Do you want me to do something while Hyejoon is sleeping?" I look up at Mister Jeon but feel better right away. "Not really, since you're early you can watch TV or do whatever you want to do."

"I thought about..." I think twice, hoping for the woman to not get mad again. I maintain eye contact with him no matter how hard it is, the curve in the corner of his lips never fading away. "I wanted to cook gimbap for Hajoon's lunch since he couldn't eat it yesterday."

"Why would you?" the woman does not even allow him to respond, getting me to glance in her direction. "They already have the sandwiches I buy them."

"Yes, but they told me they don't really like them..." I dare to say the truth even if this can be dangerous. A chortle escapes her as she was about to sip on her coffee. "Girly, you're here to take care of our baby-"

"Be more kind with her, would you? She's just trying to help," Mister Jeon stands up for me again, making me feel proud in front of this woman who, apparently, holds something against everyone. "Oh, I see. She's your little girl now," she scoffs but goes away after saying stupid words. I raise my eyebrows unwittingly but check up on the man who faces me.

He clenches his jaw with what seems to be wrath, but he puts his eyes back on me. "You can cook if you want, that will make him happy, trust me," he gives me permission but straightens his back to puts his hands in his pockets. "Thank you for letting me do it. It's just that, your son told me yesterday that he doesn't like the sandwiches your wife buys, so I thought I would cook something since I have time."

"Yes, sure. This is sweet of you, and I know it, he told me the same just last night," he believes me. Thank god, I thought he would not but instead, think I am being rude to her. I smile and move to the kitchen counter, I take what I need out but then make sure to wash my hands.

"Hajoon suggested me to make you become, uhm, our housekeeper, but I don't want you to take it in the pejorative sense of the word, so I wanted to ask you what you think about this since you seem to like to do lots of tasks," he brings up, to my greatest surprise.