To Our Pure Little Beauty

Chapter 25

Suga was in his office, venting out his spleen anger, the reason being he purchased a new photocopying machine a while back but it has never been used. Nayeon was holding a cup of tea, humming a tune in her seat, watching with glee as Suga blows his top off, this kind of scenario has always been especially delightful to her. 

The business has been slow these days, we were idling as our everyday work only revolved around killing time, but to show consideration for our Boss Suga’s self-esteem, we would often assume an air of being very busy, this truly makes a person physically and emotionally exhausted.

There was a banging sound as Suga was done wrestling that thing, afterwards, he told us he’ll be heading out to talk business, as he was walking out, Nayeon slid her chair next to me wearing a filthy smile, “Who was that handsome little fella yesterday?”

“Who?”

Naheon said, “When I knocked off work yesterday, I was stopped downstairs by that handsome little fella. At first I thought he took a fancy on my beauty and wanted to coerce me into doing it…..okay, get rid of that look in your face, my husband always think I’m as pretty as a flower. Yesterday, that handsome fella asked me for your address, did he go look for your afterwards?”

I put away my expression of restraining myself from throwing up, and said indignantly, “You don’t know him yet you gave him my address, what if he was perverted?”

“Stop fussing over nothing, from his mouth, he called me ‘little beauty’, not only did I gave your address to him, he asked for my help to drug you and I agreed.”

I said, “The thing you’re mainly happy about was the word ‘little’ before ‘beauty’.”　　

Nayeon laughed mischievously, “You’re really clever, so who is he?”

“The younger brother of Jungkook’s colleague.”

I gave her a brief run-through regarding our situation, but as Nayeon has always felt like her charming points have reduced a lot from being a married woman, hence I, in order to not get on the ‘jealous, envious, and hateful’ nerves of a married woman, have to especially belittle myself. I said, “I feel strange, I am such an average person, I don’t understand what our motherland’s flower boys have really seen in me. 

She comforted me saying, “You don’t have to unduly humble yourself, the younger a person is, the harder it is to pin down their thoughts."

Why do I feel like her words are indirectly implying something else………

She added, “Actually, I think he’s not bad, ‘an old cow eating tender grass’, good for the teeth.” 

I glared at her, “Go to hell.”

She said, “It’s better than you looking at your phone 10-20 times a day, always waiting for your man’s phone call that never comes.”

I fished my phone out again and made sure it was working, “I’m willing.”

She looked askance at me, then suddenly uttered in all seriousness, “I was thinking about something. Right! When you get married, can my son become your page boy, that way I don’t have to prepare a red packet?

Would you look at this woman, whenever she opens and closes her mouth, it’s always about money, I feel lonely, we don’t have a common topic to talk about.

My righteous words indignantly rebuke her, “Even if your husband turns out to be my groom, you would still not want to hand out that red packet.”

Suga never came back till afternoon, hence an hour before getting off work, Nayeon and I made our stealth escape. For fear of Suga checking up on us the last minute, we’ve let all office calls go through our phones, even though we don’t look like we’re adept in escaping from work, actually we really…….very often escape from work.