Chapter 10: Why’s This Trash in Ahjussi’s Room?
by fnovelpia
“Waaah! Ahjussi!!”
Startled by a sudden sensation at her toes, Eunha leaped toward the sleeping Jaehyuk.
She sprang like a swan, graceful and light.
“Ughh…”
The single bed fit perfectly with slender Eunha.
Shivering, she snatched Jaehyuk’s summer blanket, covering herself entirely.
W-What? Something tongue-like on the floor!
Shudder-shudder
Eunha was always easily scared.
At ten, watching The Conjuring without Jaehyuk would’ve stopped her heart.
Her fear tolerance was abysmally low.
She peeked a leg out, probing the floor.
“It’s… gotta be around here…”
Strange. She panted heavily.
Not a ghost.
Definitely—
Squish!
“Eek!”
Feeling something soft, she yanked her foot back.
What was that mysterious thing?!
With no other choice, she was sure something weird was in the room.
She tried shaking Jaehyuk awake.
“A-Ahjussi, wake up. Quick!”
“Eunha… don’t suck there…”
“Ahjussi, I’m scared! Hurry!”
“Ugh—Eunha, I’m sorry!”
But Jaehyuk was drained, out of energy.
Reviving him now was impossible; he needed hours of rest.
Eunha had to face it alone.
Failing to rouse him, she steeled herself.
Fine, bring it on!
Trembling, she touched the floor.
“Huh… this is…”
Her dark-adjusted eyes scanned the ground.
A pinkish object caught her attention.
She picked up the rolling item, squeezing it.
“Rubber? It’s soft.”
U-shaped, with a dented center base.
Flustered, she scratched her cheek.
Best to stay quiet.
In the dark, details were unclear, but the pink hue was certain.
She pried it open.
Inside were several protrusions.
She grabbed her phone, snapped photos—click, click—and ran an image search.
“…”
The results came quickly.
Eunha doubted her eyes.
She never imagined Jaehyuk would use this instead of her.
‘Tinga’
The “god” of men’s self-pleasure devices.
“Why’s this trash in ahjussi’s room?”
Furious, she hurled the Tinga away.
She couldn’t stand the sight of it.
***
The Tinga hit the wall with a thud, vanishing into the dark.
He didn’t satisfy his urges with her but used this silicone lump instead?
Research showed it was reusable.
Not once—multiple times!
Hah, unbelievable.
Eunha couldn’t even laugh.
Then, a spark of intuition hit.
There was more.
Jaehyuk was hiding other things.
She whispered to him.
“Ahjussi, can I clean your room?”
“Nooo…”
That meant yes. A strong denial was a strong affirmation.
Smirking, she scoured the room.
She found various adult toys stashed around, grabbing an empty box from the living room to pile them in.
The heap was revolting—she couldn’t bear it.
“How dare you handle oppa’s desires?”
She glared at the tools viciously.
Jaehyuk using adult toys wasn’t the issue.
The problem was his desires being spent here, leaving her out.
After rough cleaning, she planned to confront him in the morning.
“This should be enough—”
Her words stopped.
Something rolled under the bed.
She hadn’t noticed it initially, but now it stood out.
“What’s this now?”
Squinting, she turned on her phone’s flashlight.
Peering under the bed, she saw an outline.
Stretching her arm, she grabbed the shadowed object.
Filled with liquid.
Condom.
Her lips tightened.
A condom.
Jaehyuk had explained it—used for contraception during intimacy.
But… this was used.
The end was tied, heavy with liquid inside.
She guessed its contents without light. Ahjussi’s love… trapped in here.
She recalled their first night.
“E-Even a condom…”
He’d held a square rubber packet, and she’d glared at it.
“Why a condom? You don’t need it. Think I don’t know you’re a virgin, pining for me every day? Be honest, or I’ll devour you.”
“My mentor said it’s needed sometimes.”
She’d tossed the packet aside.
No barriers were needed for their love.
“Who? Who’d you use it with?”
She clutched her forehead, her furrowed brow twitching.
Contraceptives require a partner.
For condoms, another person.
Her surveillance team hadn’t reported any such contacts.
Either none existed, or it was someone else…
She rubbed her chin.
He’s not gay.
If he were, she’d have whisked him to a deserted island for 24-hour “extreme love—impregnation attack.”
Or retrained his preferences to focus on her. *Ahem.*
Her theories grew, each more elaborate.
“Another woman? Another, another woman? He’s never dated. Thirty years a virgin—that’s his career.”
She laughed maniacally.
“No, no way. He wouldn’t hide it. From *me*? Hahaha! No chance. He’s famously clueless.”
Her face darkened.
Clueless and obedient, but undeniably handsome.
In a good way.
Had he not been a bodyguard, he’d be an actor or model.
Jaehyuk’s looks were top-tier.
With his self-care, women naturally took interest.
Betrayed by my trusted axe.
Narrowing her eyes, she climbed onto him, stripping off her loose T-shirt and breathing deeply.
“Just a bit more… hehehe.”
The idea that he used it to avoid cleanup never crossed her mind.
***
What a rough night.
Rubbing my eyes, I rose from bed, stretching.
My sore body wouldn’t recover quickly, it seemed.
“Ugh! Feels good!”
I massaged my neck.
Eunha’s drug had a maddening power.
I nearly lost control several times.
If I had a whip, I’d lash myself.
As I stood quietly, a warm touch grazed my cheek.
Kiss—
“Huh?”
Startled, I yelped.
Eunha popped up.
When did she sneak into my bed?
Yesterday… right, I passed out.
Her sneaking in was no surprise.
Hugging me, she wore a cozy expression, rubbing her eyes slowly, just waking.
“Up, ahjussi? Such a sleepyhead. You used to wake me every morning. Now I’m up first?”
She blinked slowly, like Sleeping Beauty.
“Did I drink last night?”
“No alcohol, no drugs. My mercy.”
I clutched my throbbing forehead, holding my breath.
Gotta set up security.
She could devour me like this.
“When’d you get in?”
“You collapsed, exhausted. Lots of ‘tiring’ stuff lately.”
Probably We Can! filming.
She smiled faintly at my pensive face.
“I dragged you to bed so you wouldn’t hurt your jaw sleeping in the living room.”
She dangled her hands like a ghost, as if to claw me.
“Even asleep, you saw me and went, ‘Hehehe, come here!’ and hugged me tight. Hehe.”
My face burned. I’d lost control and indulged in her again. My heart pounded.
That’s my dress shirt.
Calm down.
Did we… do it last night? I closed my eyes.
“Tch, tch.”
I couldn’t face her.
No amount of nerve could fix this.
“I’m fine. Being with you is always good. Tea?”
“Uh, thanks.”
“Thanks? You did this for me every day.”
She sipped milk tea from a mug, her coy smile radiant. Another cup sat on the bedside table—clean, sweet, my style.
Ugh, I burned inside as I drank.
Lusting after such a pure girl—I deserved death.
Calm down.
“Oh, I slept over, by the way.”
“What?!”
“It’s dangerous for a fragile girl like me to wander late. Bad people might target a 2-million-subscriber influencer.”
I shut my eyes.
Damn it, Seongyoon’s gonna explode.
Did I lose track of time?
I wanted to snap, but her smile doused my anger like a fire extinguisher.
I scratched my head.
“Yesterday was just per our deal. Got it?”
“You were too good.”
“That much?”
“Really cool, ahjussi. Like a superhero!”
Yesterday… right.
We tied it up well.
Despite surprise schedules, we handled them together.
Not bad.
At least, I thought so.
I’d give it 6/10.
Old me would’ve nitpicked, but…
I’m old now.
Too public.
Reinstating’s impossible.
Celebrity security avoids recognizable faces.
It’s practically advertising the job.
Appearing on a variety show sealed my bodyguard career.
Now I could focus on my main job.
I pulled Eunha to the living room.
She yawned repeatedly—haam.
Nodding off, she leaned into me.
I kept pushing her off.
A battle of spear and shield.
“Come here.”
“Oh my, ahjussi, already in the morning…”
“Not that.”
I cut her off.
What made this kid grow up like this?
My head ached.
“Still, dress properly.”
“This is comfy.”
“It’s too loose.”
I pulled her close by the waist, buttoning her revealing shirt—my shirt, bigger than I realized.
A black, provocative bra… a deep valley between two mounds.
A soft-looking stomach.
Hips rivaling any model.
Calm down, East Sea and Mount Baekdu, until they dry and wear away—
I recited the anthem’s first verse internally.
No safe place to look. I stared at the floor.
Her cute toes wiggled.
“Pervert.”
“…”
She was right—I couldn’t argue. I deserved death for making such a pure girl fixate on a nobody like me.
She grabbed my arm, guiding it to her side.
My eyes widened at the sudden touch.
Warm, soft. Unlike my calloused hands.
It took my breath away.
“Ahjussi.”
She whispered in my ear, her sly laugh like a nine-tailed fox.
Or a succubus.
Pinned to the wall, I had nowhere to run.
I didn’t want to taint her with my hands.
I curled into a defensive stance.
“You can touch anytime.”
She swayed her hips, like a fox wagging its tail.
“What do you think? I’ve been working out. Top-tier body, right? Hehehe.”
“You’re young, that’s why. You don’t know better, so you like a loser like me. When you’re older, you’ll regret it. Big time.”
I advised sincerely.
She raised a corner of her mouth.
“Really? I’m happiest now.”
I understood why you can’t spit in a smiling face.
A beauty to topple nations.
No wonder she had 2 million subscribers.
Online forums buzzed with her name.
Fans and haters—she drove them all wild.
“So warm. You’re like a giant! Tall, and…”
About to say something weird, I cut her off.
“Hey, don’t ignore me. No weird talk. People might misunderstand.”
I recalled We Can!—her risky actions nearly killed me.
She’d cause trouble without cleaning it up.
Smart as she was, she likely noticed but ignored it.
Because teasing me was fun.
“So what if they misunderstand?”
Giggling, she tugged my collar.
Hey, that’s my pricey pajamas! I wear them after every shower.
She smiled brightly.
“I’ll buy another. You keep seeing me as a kid, but I’m kinda rich, you know!”
Her radiant smile drew a laugh from me.
“Kinda? More like blatantly.”
Thinking back, she’d buy these pajamas like I’d buy instant noodles.
The gap was clear.
I sighed.
The difference was vast.
“It’s not a lie. Heh, people would faint if they knew how many times we did it yesterday. You’re probably soaked.”
She nibbled my shoulder.
“Ow!”
“Hurt?”
“Not really.”
A slight sting. Not a vampire, but her skin’s scent from her neck…
“By the way, ahjussi.”
She asked in a pure tone. What now?
“What?”
“Did it feel good doing it with something else?”
“…”
I froze. *My secret night friends?!* Sleep vanished instantly.
“I waited a year like it was ten. Wondering if you abandoned me, crying for you. And you satisfied your urges with *that*?”
Her eyes glinted sharply. She dragged a box from the shoe rack.
“I’m throwing all this out.”
“…”
“Answer.”
“Fine, I get it.”
She patted my head, pleased.
“That’s right. Hehe.”
Ring-ring—♪
Her phone chimed.
Her bright smile turned to a squint.
Her chilling gaze froze the air.
Just like Chairman Joo’s eyes. After a cold stare, she scanned me.
“Can you drive me? Oh, I’ll shower first.”
“Why?”
“I… missed curfew last night. Haha, they’ll kill me if I’m not there. Big sis’s texts say she’ll cry if I die.”
She laughed nervously.
“You’d look cute crying, but… Oh, right. Sis wants to see you about work. Chat a bit and slip out.”
“The company building?”
“You know the penthouse on the roof?”
“Oh.”
Thus began our Seongpoong headquarters adventure.
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