DFY Ch 10

He’d committed every crazy act imaginable, and the smile plastered on his face was proof.

“Sodam, something good happen?”

That’s when it happened.

Lost in a lewd fantasy, inappropriate for the workplace, Sodam was jolted back to reality by Ji Miyeon, her coworker, speaking to her.

“Huh? Oh, no, Ma’am…”

Ji Miyeon was Sodam’s coworker and had joined the company at the same time. They were the same age and started on the same day, so they were initially close. However, as time went on, Miyeon’s personality revealed itself to be a bit…off.

She’d badmouth one person to another, then another to someone else, driving wedges between her colleagues.

Once Sodam realized this, she started distancing herself, which only led Miyeon to become openly hostile.

Sodam had secretly relished the contorted look on Miyeon’s face when she’d handed out her wedding invitations.

Now, the thought of announcing her broken engagement and the inevitable gossipfest Miyeon would orchestrate made Sodam’s stomach churn.

“You look excited, must be the wedding soon. Must be nice, huh? Honestly, I don’t envy the marriage itself so much as the honeymoon. Think of getting out of all that workshop prep.”

Sodam bit her lip at Miyeon’s barbed comment.

The words “I broke up” were on the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t want to give Miyeon any ammunition for the day, especially not this early.

Instead of responding, Sodam habitually opened an internet browser.

An unwelcome voice called her name.

“Wang Sodam, come to my office please.”

Sodam squeezed her eyes shut.

This was it. The inevitable.

Junwoo, leaning against the doorframe of the HR team leader’s office, called Sodam in a surprisingly gentle voice.

Why was he in so early?

“Yes, Team Leader…”

Unable to meet Junwoo’s gaze, Sodam entered his private office.

Junwoo held the door open for her and only closed it after she was seated. He then took his own seat behind the desk.

“Why did you leave this morning without a word?” Junwoo asked, a sunny smile on his face.

His handsome features and the accompanying smile were so charming that Sodam felt her own lips twitch upwards.

But this wasn’t the time for frivolous smiles.

She’d almost had a one-night stand with her boss, and she was a newly-dumped, lustful mess.

She needed to control her expressions if she didn’t want to look even crazier.

Think serious thoughts. Think serious thoughts. Think serious thoughts.

Sodam chanted the mantra internally, but all that came to mind was Junwoo’s languid tongue, diligently pleasuring her the night before.

“…….”

Sodam remained silent, her head bowed, her face burning crimson.

“You’re blushing, Sodam. Are you that embarrassed?”

Embarrassed? She wanted to jump out the window.

The most mortifying part was the drunken confession she’d made, revealing her nymphomania in all its glory.

“Junghyuk, I really loved you… but… his dick just wouldn’t work… sob… Am I a slut? …Poor dick…what am I supposed to do…Junghyuk’s poor dick…what am I going to do. But still…with a dick like that…”

The memory of her drunkenly lamenting her ex-fiancé’s inadequacy played on repeat in her mind. She hadn’t intended to broadcast his shortcomings to the world.

She’d planned to take the reasons for her broken engagement to her grave.

“I’m sorry. I was drunk last night and I made a mistake…”

Sodam apologized, still unable to lift her head.

Junwoo chuckled, seemingly unfazed.

“What are you sorry for? I’m quite happy about how things turned out.”

“……What?”

Sodam slowly lifted her head. She’d expected him to brush it off as a drunken mistake and agree to pretend it never happened. Instead, Junwoo was looking at her with a smile.

She’d assumed he’d want to bury the incident. While it could be excused as a drunken mishap between consenting adults, it was highly inappropriate between a boss and a subordinate.

She thought if they both acted as if nothing happened, it would truly become nothing. Especially since Junwoo was the youngest son of Vice Chairman Yoon Taepyeong.

“Are you free after work today?”

“What do you mean…?”

“Last night was a mistake, right? We should rectify that mistake tonight, shouldn’t we?”

Sodam couldn’t comprehend his words. Rectify the mistake by meeting after work?

“If you’re worried I’ll report this to the company ethics committee… I won’t. It was clearly my fault. You don’t have to warn me, I’ll keep quiet about this.”

Sodam clearly stated her intentions.

He must be worried about the potential fallout. It made sense that the vice chairman’s son would want to clean up this mess of almost having a one-night stand with a subordinate.

In this day and age, if word got out, especially to the media, it could cause a huge scandal.

“What did you just say?”

The smile vanished from Junwoo’s face as soon as Sodam finished speaking. His eyes, now cold and sharp, pierced through her.

Was he furious because she’d grabbed his penis while drunk?

Did she need to apologize profusely, detailing every moment of the night, instead of trying to erase it?

If she was dragged before the ethics committee for sexual harassment, how could she ever show her face again?

No, that wasn’t the main issue.

What if she was forced to resign?

What if she was sued for sexual assault?

Oh God.

She deserved to be punished for her actions, but the thought of the consequences made her world go dark.

Maybe this was divine retribution for breaking off her engagement over a penis.

“I was the one who crossed the line first. I apologize again. But, I thought…you were taking your clothes off too…”

Even though she trailed off, it was a pathetic excuse. Worried about her future, she was babbling, resorting to the kind of justifications she’d only heard from sex offenders on the news.

“…I mean…we were both adults…drinking together…”

Sodam unconsciously emphasized the word “together.”

“Yes, you were the one who touched me first.” Yoon Junwoo cut her off, his voice icy, a stark contrast to his previous gentle tone.

“…….”

Sodam lowered her head again, speechless.

“I don’t consider it a mistake.”

“It was a mistake. I was drunk, out of my mind…”

Sodam was getting desperate. It sounded like he was about to hold her legally responsible.

“It wasn’t a mistake.”

“It really was.”

“Ha…”

Junwoo ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply as Sodam insisted it was a mistake.

Even his frustrated gesture was captivating. Sodam felt a pang of self-disgust. How could she be thinking such things right now?

But she could see why the female employees giggled like schoolgirls whenever Junwoo opened his mouth.

“I was distraught over my broken engagement, so I made a mistake.”

Sodam tried another tactic, using her broken engagement as an excuse. Maybe he’d show some leniency towards a heartbroken woman?

“You said you broke it off because your boyfriend’s dick didn’t work, right?”

Sodam gritted her teeth.

Heartbroken woman, my ass.

He clearly thought she was pathetic for prioritizing sex over love.

“That…I mean, that was because I was drunk…”

“You said it was not only dysfunctional but also tiny as fuck, right?”

Sodam clenched her jaw again, so hard she thought her molars might crack.

“…That’s a bit harsh.”

Sodam flinched at the crude language coming from her boss’s mouth. Even if she was in the wrong, wasn’t it a bit much to talk like this while sober?

“What’s harsh? You said my dirty talk was sexy in bed.”

“That was…”

“What? You don’t like a huge fucking dick now?”

Was her boss trying to punish her with shock therapy?

Sodam now understood that it was possible to die of shame. If she died right here, the cause of death would be mortification.