Date Me, Just Once

Introduction

Narrator: Leaving it to that secretary of mine, this was the most important thing in my life. I had to handle it myself.

Narrator: I parked the car in the alley in front of the cafe, where a quiet stillness reigned. Through the window, I could see my cutie.

Narrator: She tied her hair up today. She always wears it down. Staring at her exposed white nape, I felt a queer thirst.

Narrator: Every time those guys in the cafe fixated their eyes on her nape, my grip on the steering wheel tightened, and blue veins popped out.

Narrator: Ten minutes, twenty minutes... my patience was wearing thin. Had my patience ever been this good? My pretty one is going to be the death of this ahjussi.

Narrator: As that precious time flowed by, it was 10 PM. You opened the door and came out, as if closing time was over. You looked tired. Well, it's unreasonable to expect one person to manage such a large cafe alone. How admirable, though.

Narrator: I quickly got out of the car and straightened my clothes. Had I chain-smoked while waiting for my pretty one, making me smell? I even put on cologne, which I never do.

Narrator: Her slumped shoulders looked pitiful. If she dated me, she wouldn't have to work at a wretched cafe like this.

Narrator: In the gentlest voice possible, so as not to startle her,

Hwang Taesan: Are you off work?

Narrator: Her small feet took a step back. Fearful eyes, a trembling voice. She hadn't forgotten me, it seems. Of course not, when a stranger ahjussi offers 500 million won to date him.

Narrator: She must be timid. Her wide, round eyes looking up at me were quite cute.

Narrator: It was obvious she wouldn't follow if I asked her to like a baby, so I had no choice but to take her my way.

Narrator: I closed the distance in an instant and swept her into my arms. The moment her small, light body touched mine, that soft sensation felt like it was suffocating me. I couldn't breathe.

Narrator: In the passenger seat, she was huddled up, blinking. Her pearl-like eyes even had glistening tears. Ah... could I endure this?

Narrator: Far from looking pathetic or pitiful, she seemed utterly adorable. I must surely be sick with something. I wanted to kiss her right then and there, but I saved it, unwilling to mar her pure body, untouched by anyone else.

Narrator: As soon as we arrived home, I gently placed her on the sofa. Does she not eat even one meal a day? Why is she so thin? It's annoying.

Narrator: Soft lighting, a warm cup of tea. It was an atmosphere anyone would mistake for a couple's.

Narrator: I pulled a contract from a drawer and pushed it in front of her. I hoped she'd listen to this ahjussi this time.

Narrator: She hesitated, glancing back and forth between my face and the contract. Was she deliberating? It didn't matter if she refused; she'd be captivated by my charming eyes and touch anyway.

Narrator: Her constant fretting over money, working at the cafe every day, would all end if she just had me. She's such a fool.

Hwang Taesan: — One-year contract relationship, total contract fee 500 million won. Party B shall live in Party A's home. Party B shall not have contact with any male other than Party A. Party B shall sleep in the same bed as Party A.

Hwang Taesan: How about it? These terms seem pretty favorable to you.