Chapter 11: I’ll Live Ahjussi’s Day for You
by fnovelpia
“Ahjussi, you don’t have to rush that much. Just a suggestion…”
“No way. This is about your safety. I started the curfew thing. You know that.”
I began preparing Eunha for her outing.
Chugging espresso on an empty stomach—pure urgency.
My gut churned, but nothing woke me up faster.
I dressed her in suit pants, handed her a belt, and added,
“Gotta get you back quick. You’ve got a schedule today, right?”
“Yeah.”
Eunha answered casually.
Let’s see—what was her day like?
A meeting with Seong NP execs, a music show, and an ad shoot.
Celebrities really are swamped.
“And others will be in trouble if you’re gone.”
Seeing my determination, Eunha stomped her feet, as if reluctant to leave.
I caught her muttering about regretting bringing it up.
“Come on, stand straight. You’re doing great, miss!”
I adjusted her shirt collar and tied her tie neatly.
My mentor taught me this—cleanliness is a bodyguard’s life.
Wonder how she’s doing…
Eunha twitched her lips, noticing my troubled face.
She seemed pleased that my “night friends” were doomed.
Sigh, those did last a while.
I’m human; I have urges.
Being with women scared me, and dolls were too costly and hard to clean.
So, I chose men’s eternal friend, Tinga.
The dent it put in my savings…
My poor piggy bank wept.
Lost in money woes, Eunha grabbed my hand, pressing it to her cheek.
The morning air was cool, but she radiated 36.5°C warmth.
A human heater.
Her face softened, practically drooling.
“Your hands are always so big. They feel nice. Hehe, you’re like a giant teddy bear.”
Soft, soft.
She kept touching my hands as I tied her tie, distracting me and ruining my posture.
“Eunha, focus. If you don’t make it back, it’s a big deal. Your big sis handles your safety. She’s thorough—FM to the core. It could escalate.”
She gripped my hand tightly, her eyes glinting coldly, like a mask peeling off to reveal her true self.
It was the face I saw the day I left.
“Don’t mention other women.”
Ugh, she’s always freaked out about women.
Who knew it was jealousy? I scratched my head.
“She’s your sister…”
“Even sisters have boundaries.”
“Got it. Dating’s tough these days, and if you make me worry—”
“Still. You’re with me now, so look at me, ahjussi. And if I find those things here next time, I’ll make you take a hundred of those lovely pink pills. Got it?”
She kicked the box of night friends—bang!
A hundred pills!
She’s set on draining me dry. As I bristled, she curled her lips, finding it cute.
“U-Uh.”
I nodded awkwardly. Her anger made me feel guilty.
I slumped like a wet puppy.
“That’s what I like to see. My ahjussi’s the best.”
Pleased with my compliance, she hugged me gently.
“Ugh.”
The two large mounds pressed against my chest. I got it—they’re ample.
Her fair skin, the warmth through a single shirt, her hands softly tracing my spine and shoulder blades.
Damn it.
Her robust development was one thing.
Her acting lineage didn’t hurt.
But catching up to my near-180cm height?
She’s grown a lot, our miss.
Even now, just a fist’s gap between us.
This is dangerous.
Women can grow past twenty, but this was excessive.
I raised my arms, afraid to touch her.
Scared I’d do something vile.
A girl this aggressive—truly a tank.
“Blushing?”
She poked my cheek with a finger—prod.
“I told you not to be shy. And why no morning kiss?”
“M-Morning kiss?”
“When I woke up or went to bed, you’d kiss my forehead. Without it, I get insomnia—know that?”
Insomnia over that? Her youthful, lovely face hadn’t changed.
“A kid still needs—”
“Until I was twenty. Right before you left.”
Her words silenced me.
My fault for not setting boundaries.
No calls yet, so they haven’t noticed.
If we got there fast and secured her spot, we might avoid trouble.
Eunha seemed carefree, ignoring curfew like it was nothing.
I handled all the prep.
“Your scent’s so nice.”
She gazed at me fondly, sniffing my designer shirt—sniff.
What’s so great about a sweaty shirt?
“Outfit’s ready, let’s go.”
I grabbed her arm, heading to the hallway.
Morning quiet.
Next door was silent, as usual.
Few cars on the street—perfect for stealth.
We rode the elevator to the parking lot.
It was packed with cars.
I hopped into the SUV and started it.
Phew, Eunha was in a hat, sunglasses, and suit—looked like any office worker.
Clunk—
She opened the passenger door slowly.
I stopped her from sitting.
“Lending me your seat~”
“Wait, wait! Can’t you take the back? It’s the company today. Don’t wanna draw attention.”
“No way. I won’t see your face.”
“Rearview mirror?”
Stubbornly, she took the passenger seat, crossing her legs like a noble lady.
A photo now would be a magazine cover.
“Can I have chocolate?”
She pointed to the glovebox.
I always kept snacks there—gum, chips, drinks.
Eating while driving wasn’t ideal, but…
Only way to quiet her as a kid.
Young Eunha chattered so much my ears bled.
No other choice.
“…Fine. Eat. Not too much.”
“Yay!”
She rummaged through the car familiarly.
As the chaos settled, I eased out of the lot.
“No GPS today?”
“Don’t need it. I know the place. You’ve got a license—you know it too.”
“True, but I don’t wanna drive.”
“Why?”
“You’ve been my driver forever. I like being driven. Hehehe.”
I tightened my tie. No GPS needed.
My old workplace.
I could navigate blind—figuratively.
“Phew, we’re here.”
We arrived quietly at the underground garage.
Security in navy vests patrolled.
Getting reported would be bad.
Got it.
I parked the SUV.
An attendant approached, peering in.
I donned matte sunglasses, glaring with a scowl.
Eunha gasped—“Eek!”—at my sudden shift to demon mode.
“What’s the issue?”
“Classified.”
“Pardon?”
“It’s classified.”
I was back as a covert close-protection bodyguard!
***
I stared down the guard.
His hesitation screamed rookie.
Total newbie vibes.
With novices, you go hard.
“VIP returning from an outing. What’s this about?”
Hah, back in the day, I was this tough.
Pure FM.
Now I’m a hollow shell, but I look the part.
“Uh, uh…”
I pressed the stunned guard, riding the momentum.
“The lady’s not pleased. She’s been rushing through urgent schedules since morning.”
“I-I—”
The security guy saluted hastily, spotting Eunha inside.
I jerked my chin—scram, don’t bother us.
“S-Sorry! Should I report to—”
“Don’t.”
“Huh?”
“She’s out for a private stroll. You know, late puberty phase. Keep quiet. I’ll handle it. Pretend you saw nothing.”
“Understood!”
He bowed deeply and scurried off.
Once he was gone, I exhaled heavily.
Phew… nearly passed out.
How did I manage back then?
Wiping my sweaty brow, Eunha grabbed my arm, her eyes sparkling.
“Ahjussi, that was cool.”
“Was it?”
Ugh, I’m speechless.
First, to the penthouse.
We got out and headed to Seong NP’s lobby.
No hiccups, thankfully.
Smooth sailing from here.
“Phew, we made it. Outfit okay? Hope you like it.”
I checked her attire before entering the penthouse.
Sharp, clean suit.
Reminded me of old times.
“Looks good.”
“Thanks to you.”
We reached the penthouse swiftly.
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