Secretary Gwanggong's Survival Diary-Chapter 62

Yoon Tae-oh grabbed my hand and placed it on my thigh, talking nonsense. Then he opened the cap of the disinfectant he had bought.

I guess... this kid is trying to kill me. With a calm expression, I poured a lot of disinfectant on my palm and felt a burning pain in the area where I had been scratched.

“Wait! Oh, it hurts!”

I struggled with the sudden pain and tried to pull my hand away, but somehow, Yoon Tae-oh, who was holding my wrist, didn’t move. My butt just lifted off the sofa, and I expressed the pain with my whole body.

“...Isn’t that a bit too much of a joke? If someone saw me, they’d think I cut off my hand.”

I've never had my hand cut off, but I think it must be about this painful. The pain of my hand burning seems to be getting worse because that ignorant bastard poured all the medicine on me. My eyes also quickly became hot and hot. Is this revenge for my expression being stiff right now?

"really!"

“Are you angry now?”

“Oh, it hurts... It... It hurts so much....”

A loud voice escaped my throat in anger, but I came to my senses when I saw Yoon Tae-oh’s crooked gaze. I must have gone crazy. I almost gave him my real wrist. No. It seems like his feelings haven’t calmed down yet, and the grip on my wrist is getting stronger.

“No, originally it would have really hurt... but strangely, it hurts less because the CEO is treating it, that’s what it means.... I think my voice got louder because I was so touched....”

It's a very slow pace, but it seems like the strength in his hands is gradually leaving. Seriously... It's hard to survive. I don't know why he likes being flattered like this.

“I think the wounds have already healed.”

“Now it sounds a bit like Baek Si-eon.”

"...yes?"

He had to force his facial muscles to smile. It was a struggle to survive. Then, a breathless laugh flowed from Yoon Tae-oh’s mouth. At the same time, the strength in his hand that was holding his wrist also disappeared.

“Let’s pretend I didn’t hear what you said earlier.”

This time too, he spoke incoherently. It was something I should not have understood, but I understood it right away. It seemed like he was telling me to find Choi Hyun-jin.

“Because I was just saying it.” ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Yoon Tae-oh put my hand down on my thigh and ripped off a wet bandage. He then stuck it on the wound and pressed it with his hand. The awkward warmth of a stranger was transmitted through his palm.

Could Yoon Tae-oh's words have been a simple whim? He is definitely not that kind of character. Furthermore, it was hard to understand why he would turn things upside down about Choi Hyun-jin, and not someone else.

“...Representative....”

“I hope you didn’t think anything of it. I just said it without meaning it because I wasn’t really interested.”

“That’s not it... This band doesn’t write like that...?”

Yoon Tae-oh was repeatedly rubbing my palm to attach the wet bandage, but the problem was that it was difficult to even straighten my fingers because he had attached a whole bandage that was larger than my palm.

“They said this wouldn’t be a scar.”

“You use the scissors inside to cut it to the size of the wound.”

“...I know. Are you telling me this because you think I might not know? I was about to cut you off.”

This kid doesn't know. This must be his first time. Look at him using plastic scissors shorter than my fingers to gently peel away the bandage I had painstakingly applied and cut it to fit the size of the wound. He should have cut it a little bigger... But I decided to keep my mouth shut and watch him do it, fearing that he might cut off his finger if I said anything else.

“Sigh....”

“What, did you just laugh?”

I laughed without realizing it. Yoon Tae-oh’s rounded back and toy-like scissors were holding the bandage tightly, and he looked quite... cute. His posture was not suitable for him, and his pink scissors didn’t fit his fingers properly. On top of that, every time his scissors passed, the bandage was cut in a miserable manner, as if it had been hacked to pieces. It was just like a kindergartener’s paper-cutting skills.

“No, I just coughed. My bronchial tubes are a bit weak....”

Of course, I couldn’t express that sentiment as it was. As I said earlier, Yoon Tae-oh could easily cut off a finger with those plastic scissors. He didn’t seem to find anything suspicious in my perfect lie, so he just gave me a crooked look and finished cutting the bandage.

“They say that this doesn’t allow water to get in and helps wounds heal faster.”

"yes."

No, I guarantee you that this will all come off if you just wash your hands with water.

“I don’t even have a scar.”

"thank you."

What if there's a scar on an invisible spot like the palm of your hand? I'll probably have to change the bandage later because of the poor treatment, but for now, this inadequate treatment is enough. So I just said thank you.

“Don’t misunderstand, and thank you very much. I’m not saying I was particularly concerned because you’re Secretary Kim, but it’s not something that happens often.”

Yoon Tae-oh threw the scissors that were stuck in his fingers onto the table like trash, and a nonsensical sound poured out of his mouth. What the hell was he talking about?

But I am grateful. I am also surprised. I never thought that a man living alone in the world would go to the pharmacy himself and treat a wound with a gesture he has never made before. Maybe this will also be included in Yoon Tae-oh's 'first' list.

"What are you doing?"

As I was running my fingertips over my bandaged palm, feeling something hard to describe, Yoon Tae-oh let out a crooked voice.

“I’m not doing anything...?”

“So, why are you doing this? Aren’t you going to clean this up?”

“.......”

He pointed with his chin. The disinfectant soaking the floor like the Han River and the band-aid pieces that had fallen all over the place. Ah... Then that’s right. Human nature doesn’t go anywhere.

“We have to clean it up, quickly....”

But is new skin already growing? My palms, enveloped in an unfamiliar warmth, are tingling.

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“TF Team Leader.”

I almost screamed in surprise. What the heck. Why did he suddenly call this team leader by his title instead of turtle? Every time he opened his mouth, it made people's hearts sink, but this time, it made my heart drop to the bottom for a different reason.

“Yes, yes, sir!”

Team Leader Lee stood up from his seat as if he had a seizure at the excessively low voice of Yoon Tae-oh. Thank goodness. I thought I was unusually timid, but now I think I’m just normal. Judging from the fact that the faces of the TF team members gathered in the temporary conference room turned pale just by his voice.

“I understand that all the employees recommended for their good work in each team are gathered together, right?”

“That’s... right.”

You could call it a dream team. In order to quickly finish the sluggish resort construction, we created a temporary organization by picking out smart guys.

"that's right?"

"no...."

"no?"

Swaying. Team Leader Lee stood up and tilted his body at Yoon Tae-oh's characteristically sarcastic question. He seemed to be getting dizzy.

“Please answer correctly.”

The team leader must have felt it too. Depending on the answer, the team members’ balls would fly off or his own neck would be cut off. Yoon Tae-oh, who originally had a bad personality, showed an even more fierce side when it came to work. Isn’t that a blessing? At least I’m not the one receiving those twisted looks.

“Ha... Please reorganize the completion plan. Not a schedule that is based solely on numbers, but a realistic schedule. And also a strategy for attracting casino tourists again....”

Yoon Tae-oh quickly began to give instructions, perhaps because he didn't particularly want to be the team leader. They ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ will organize the instructions in their own way, but I also wrote them down separately. At least I want to avoid being criticized by Yoon Tae-oh for secretarial work.

“I’ll upload the data as soon as I finish editing it, and we’ll organize it all and meet again by eight o’clock.”

The eyes in the conference room swept over each other and asked, “What time does eight o’clock refer to?”

“It’s eight o’clock tonight.”

I spoke up for my team members who were feeling sorry. Look at Yoon Tae-oh’s current state. Do you really think he’ll give you until 8 o’clock tomorrow morning? The moment he came down to Jeju Island, overtime work was certain, so the TF team members left the conference room without a word.

“Haa... This seems to be worse than I thought.”

“I think so.”

For several days, he had been touring the resort site and holding meetings with construction managers and the TF team. Today, after finishing several meetings throughout the morning, Yoon Tae-oh looked quite tired. His clothes were just as they were when he left in the morning, but his face was completely wrinkled with fatigue.

Of course. The resort construction has become a money-eating hippopotamus. I don't know why a financial company is building a resort, but most of the profits from their main business, finance, are being poured into the resort construction. It is the largest resort in Korea, built on a precious piece of land in Jeju Island, so an astronomical amount of money was invested. Well, it's all just a tool for the dramatic meeting between Yoon Tae-oh and main beta Choi Hyun-jin.

“Sir, would you like to step out for a moment?”

"now?"

“Lunch... You have to eat too. It’s late, though.”

Actually, I don't know if this resort will be able to open or not. Aside from that, looking at Yoon Tae-oh's situation right now, I'm worried that he might faint before the opening.

“Did you find another good restaurant?”

... I got it. This has been the most important part of my work lately. Finding Jeju Island’s local ‘Yoon Tae-oh’ restaurants. Unlike Seoul, where I have already visited with Yoon Tae-oh several times and verified my preference, there is no data here, so I am making a list by visiting each restaurant and eating there.

“That... it’s a set meal for Okdom, but the owner said that you can only eat it on days when he goes out on a boat in the morning and catches the fish. It just so happens that they have it today...?”

Because Yoon Tae-oh never looked for a restaurant, there were many places that were eliminated from the list of candidates. What is the most important? Taste? Menu? No. Interior. He doesn't go to a place with a bad interior, no matter how delicious the food is. Taste is so obvious that I'll leave it out. He's really a picky guy.

“Well, whatever. We still have some time until the next meeting.”

First, I followed Yoon Tae-oh, who was walking briskly. As I was about to get into Yoon Tae-oh’s SUV, which was parked in front of the hotel building he was using as a temporary office, he grabbed my wrist.

“Why are you like that...?”

“Are you asking me to sit in the backseat of this fucking car right now?”

Not a crappy car, your car.

I forgot. Yoon Tae-oh hates the backseat of SUVs, huh? I didn't even call a chauffeur because I was going to drive.

“...Shall we take a sedan...?”

“Okay. Just give me the car keys.”

“Are you going to drive yourself...?”

He didn't answer my question and took the car keys from my hand as if he was snatching them away. But the guy who was supposed to get into the driver's seat just like that grabbed my hand and didn't move for a moment. What caught his eye was the wet band whose edges were about to fall off.

“Have you had this on all this time?”

... The band that Yoon Tae-oh gave me a few days ago.