One plus One Delivery Service

Han Jooan hesitated at the mention of “home.” But Gi Myunghoon, having already memorized the expressions and tones he liked, whispered seductively.“Just have a taste.”✴︎˚In the car that Gi Myunghoon was driving, music filled the air. Gi Myunghoon hummed along to the tune.“Hm, hm, hm.”He looked cheerful, prompting Han Jooan to glance at him from the passenger seat. Fiddling with his seatbelt, Han Jooan couldn’t muster a single word. It felt as though something was lodged in his throat, blocking his voice.The reason was simple.‘Am I doing the right thing?’He wanted to get out of the car, but the thought of regret held him back, making him clutch the seatbelt tighter. His thoughts wavered back and forth several times.‘If it’s for the money, I should just close my eyes and go through with it… No, but I can’t do just anything for money… But I really want to go back to school next semester, and I’m scared of being labeled a criminal because of the accident…’Unorganized thoughts weighed heavily on his mind. Despite pouring his entire being into work, all he was left with was the debt from the damages claimed by the car owner. The world was too harsh and unforgiving for him to stride through life confidently. He had painfully experienced just how insignificant and pathetic his existence was in the face of adversity.‘I don’t want to ruin the next few years of my life because of money. I should just endure a bit more. Yeah, if I think of it that way, taking this Ajusshi’s offer makes sense, doesn’t it?’He forced himself to rationalize and carve this thought into his mind.‘I have to go back to school. I can’t delay it any longer.’Just as Han Jooan loosened his grip on the seatbelt, having resolved himself, Gi Myunghoon spoke up.“What are you thinking about?”Han Jooan turned to look at Gi Myunghoon, who had addressed him. His profile was lit up by the sunlight streaming in, making him appear unfamiliar. Seeing him in broad daylight like this felt odd, having only seen him in dimly lit hallways or at the restaurant. Despite being twice his age, with years that doubled Han Jooan’s, Gi Myunghoon’s appearance betrayed no signs of his age.‘Is Ajusshi just exceptionally youthful? Or is it because his status as a CEO adds an aura that makes him look better?’Yet, there were no wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his skin was clear.‘Hah, as if I’d know. I’ve never met a stylish man in his age group, so I can’t even guess.’The more he looked, the more curious he became.‘What am I supposed to do with someone like him?’He doubted he could hold a conversation intellectual enough to satisfy him and thought it would be a relief if they didn’t feel the generational gap too keenly.“Should I guess what you’re thinking, Jooan?”At a traffic light, the car came to a stop, and Gi Myunghoon, who had been looking straight ahead, turned to face him. Meeting his gaze, Han Jooan was startled, missing the moment to avert his eyes. Gi Myunghoon seized that missed timing and tugged on the invisible thread.“You must be thinking there’s nothing to criticize about my looks, wealth, or abilities. But spending time with someone like me leaves you unsure of what to do, feeling frustrated and worried. Am I right?”It was audacious, yet somehow not off-putting—a skill in itself.“Seems like you’ve mastered face reading and mind reading, Ajusshi.”Gi Myunghoon chuckled softly.“You’re adorable.”He tousled Han Jooan’s hair, his touch gentle, as if handling a docile young animal. Though flustered, Han Jooan didn’t pull away, instinctively sensing that Gi Myunghoon liked his subdued demeanor.“I’ll explain when we get there. Don’t overthink it. You should just enjoy yourself.”As the light changed and the car started moving again, Han Jooan swallowed a sigh. He reminded himself that he could quit anytime, that the choice was his. If things didn’t work out, he could decide later, so for now, he decided to follow Gi Myunghoon’s lead.✴︎˚Central Laisik 2104.He had been here before, delivering a beef bowl from a small restaurant. At the time, he never imagined he’d step inside the place. Unlike then, when he had to press the doorbell, this time Gi Myunghoon opened the door with a card key himself.Beep.The door opened to reveal a spacious entryway. Han Jooan hesitated before stepping inside. His first impression of the interior of the ultra-luxurious apartment, worth tens of billions, was simple.“Oh? It looks like you’ve just moved in.”The place was sparsely furnished. Gi Myunghoon crossed the hallway and casually draped his suit jacket over the sofa that dominated one side of the spacious living room.“This is the place I moved into after my divorce. I haven’t unpacked everything yet.”Shouldn’t have asked.He was the kind of man who struggled to balance his personal and professional life, admitting it was hard to even prepare a proper meal. Now wasn’t the time to comment on whether his home felt cozy or inviting.“I’m sorry.”“There’s nothing for you to apologize for. Don’t just stand there—come here.”As soon as Han Jooan approached, Gi Myunghoon picked up a tablet from the side table next to the sofa. He opened an email, pointing to one sent by Yoon Min just ten minutes earlier.“This is the short-term employment contract.”The attached file contained a contract bearing the legal team’s official seal. Handing the tablet to Han Jooan, Gi Myunghoon added:“Every summer, our company hires temporary office workers. The terms are the same as those contracts. But since you’re not joining as an office worker, this had to be reviewed by the legal team due to the unique circumstances.”Han Jooan’s eyes lingered on one section of the contract, which described the job as [Remote Personal Assistant].“Since you’ll be taking care of aspects of my personal life, the title is listed as ‘Assistant.’ Your working hours will align with my schedule—on some days, you might have tasks, and on others, you won’t. In such cases, the unused ‘work hours’ will automatically roll over, as specified in the clause.”The working hours were calculated on a monthly basis: 60 hours per month, averaging two hours per day or 14 hours per week. Even if he couldn’t meet the quota, the agreed salary would still be paid, with any unworked hours rolling over to the next month.Looking dazed, Han Jooan asked, “So… I just spend time with you, Sir?”“Not Sir. Call me Ajusshi.”“Oh… yes, Ajusshi.”“Spending time together is part of it, but we need to define how and how much, don’t we?”“Did it really require a formal contract, though?”“How naïve are you? This contract is the only thing that can protect you.”“Ah… I see.”“With a large sum of money involved, everything has to be scrutinized. Now, come sit here.”Gi Myunghoon tapped the seat beside him. When Han Jooan sat down, Gi Myunghoon leaned slightly against him, his weight and the subtle musk of his cologne making their presence known. Perhaps emboldened by the privacy of the moment—or the contract now laid out between them—Gi Myunghoon openly invaded Han Jooan’s personal space.“If you’re uncomfortable, you don’t have to sign. Even if you do, you can resign with two weeks’ notice, and I’ll process everything formally. Your rights will be legally protected, and I’ll pay you fairly.”Gi Myunghoon casually reached over, scrolling through the tablet until he stopped at the most critical part: the salary section.“For working 60 hours a month, your post-tax monthly salary will exceed 600.”Han Jooan was stunned.“That’s… way too much!”“Isn’t it? Anyone would find it suspicious.”“I’ve never had such a high-paying part-time job before!”“Well, now’s your chance.”“Can’t we lower the amount? It’s overwhelming.”“Let’s keep it as is for the first month. If it still feels burdensome, we can renegotiate next month. The contract allows for adjustments through mutual agreement.”Six million won.To someone like Han Jooan, that was a dream-like figure.Even after working grueling shifts in delivery, early-morning logistics, and modeling gigs for an entire month, earning such an amount was nearly impossible. And here he was, being offered it for just 60 hours of spending time with this man.It was an enticing proposal, but one he couldn’t help but view with skepticism.How am I supposed to earn that kind of money by doing… what exactly?With no particular skills to offer, it seemed implausible that someone would pay him such a sum simply for his time. Especially not someone like Gi Myunghoon, who was far more knowledgeable about the ways of the world.“Please explain all the duties involved in this personal assistant job. I need to know exactly what’s expected of me.”“Of course, you should know before you sign.”Gi Myunghoon spoke leisurely.“Your job is to help me relieve my work stress at home. The way to do that is by becoming my sexual partner.”Han Jooan’s lips felt dry.‘The “work” I’m asking for won’t be as difficult or bizarre as you imagine.’That’s what he had said, yet here he was mentioning sex. It was more than difficult and definitely bizarre.Car accident recovery, returning to school, health issues.Those were the three reasons that had led him to step into this house, but the moment he heard the word “sex,” he realized he didn’t have the resolve to go through with it. Choosing to sell himself out of fear of wasting time in the darkness went against his values. If his life was already a mess, he’d rather struggle alone to get through it. No matter how tempting or quick the path, selling himself wasn’t the solution.Logically, he knew that was the right conclusion, but this wasn’t like at the restaurant, where he could simply storm out.‘If my life falls apart, I can deal with it myself, but what about my sister? She needs the money I earn to move to Seoul.’His younger sister, who would turn twenty next year. Unlike him, she was still a young girl. The thought of her having to resort to rough, unsavory jobs like his to make ends meet filled him with dread.‘Asking our parents for help? Yeah, right. The moment they find out about my situation, they’ll “help” by beating me up and demanding to know where I’ve hidden my sister.’Han Jooan squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them. No matter how much he thought it over, he couldn’t envision a bright future. The thought of not only his life but his sister’s being dragged into the mud made him clench his teeth.“So…”Han Jooan finally forced out the word he had been avoiding.“…this is a prostitution contract, isn’t it?”Gi Myunghoon laughed.“Hahaha, a prostitution contract.”As if encouraged by his own bluntness, Gi Myunghoon reached out without hesitation.“You caught on quickly.”His fingertips trailed along Han Jooan’s neck. The touch was sensual, savoring the soft, firm texture of his pale skin. It wasn’t outright repulsive or terrifying, but it was unsettling enough to make Han Jooan aware of the desperation that tethered him to the [short-term employment contract] in his hands.“Do I… have to have sex?”The question came out haltingly, and the answer was almost disappointingly casual.“Depends.”“…What?”“I’m picky and particular. I don’t just strip down for anyone. I have too much to lose to act rashly.”“….”“There have been people who tried to blackmail me with recordings and videos. It’s made me cautious about who I get involved with.”‘What kind of lunatics would try that? Against someone like him?’Taking on the president of the largest company in the country wasn’t just a David-and-Goliath scenario—it was sheer self-destruction. If Gi Myunghoon got angry, he could ruin someone’s chances of employment or even marriage. Han Jooan had no intention of engaging in such dangerous games.“I’ve seen too much to not be selective. I prefer someone mild-mannered and respectful of hierarchy. Someone like you, Jooan.”Gi Myunghoon smiled warmly and caressed Han Jooan as if he were admiring a rare treasure. His gaze was full of affection, as if he had found the most delightful thing he’d ever possessed.“Of course, I’d love to take you right now, but I’ve had cases where people vomited or fainted, and that’s off-putting for me, too. I’d rather take my time, treat you well, and ease into it. That’s better for you, don’t you think?”Han Jooan let the hand touching him be, shifting his gaze back to the contract. His eyes focused on one line: the monthly wage of over six million won to be paid at the end of each month.“I won’t… have to do it every day, right?”“I didn’t draw up this contract to hire a sex slave.”“So, it’s about spending time together, eating, and sometimes… intimacy?”“Exactly. You’re my at-home ‘assistant.’ I expect you to handle a variety of tasks to meet my needs.”The hand that had been tracing his neckline moved to his shoulder, then his arm. Gi Myunghoon’s tone was matter-of-fact, without emotional highs or lows, yet the depth of implication in his words was unmistakable. His touch was intoxicating, laced with a desire that felt oppressive.Gi Myunghoon was practiced, skilled. For Han Jooan, who had never had sex or even been in a relationship, the sensations were alien and overwhelming. Unable to process everything at once, he felt suffocated, and Gi Myunghoon seemed to sense it, deliberately pacing himself with calculated precision.The hand that had been caressing his body had, at some point, slipped between Han Jooan’s fingers like a snake, interlocking their hands. The sudden warmth of their entwined fingers startled Han Jooan, and Gi Myunghoon spoke in his usual composed tone.“Sex is just one part of the many tasks I expect from you as my ‘assistant.’ I want to savor you in a variety of ways. I’m an extremely discerning gourmet. No matter how delicious the food, I don’t swallow it all at once. I want every one of my senses to enjoy it.”A failed family life, a company that didn’t run as smoothly as he wished—these were burdens Han Jooan, an ordinary man and common citizen, could scarcely comprehend. Gi Myunghoon, crushed under unimaginable stress, had long found release in this manner. Using the assets at his disposal—his exceptional physique, far superior to most men his age, and his considerable wealth—he had easily “collected” delicacies to indulge in. He would savor them until he grew tired and then move on in search of new pleasures.A wandering connoisseur.From Han Jooan’s perspective, this concept suited him well. It was a relationship built on clear intentions. Han Jooan needed Gi Myunghoon’s money, and Gi Myunghoon wanted to play with Han Jooan, who fit his tastes. There was no room for ethics, morality, or any consideration of mutual emotions in their arrangement.‘In the end, sex is just another form of physical labor. There’s no need to let it eat away at my self-respect or pride. I’ll provide the services he wants as his assistant and accept the wages set for those services. That’s all there is to it.’Convincing himself, Han Jooan tightened his grip on Gi Myunghoon’s interlocked fingers. Through the lenses of his glasses, sharp, snake-like eyes glinted. Holding onto that hand, Han Jooan used his free hand to flip through the contract.“I’ll sign.”Han Jooan’s signature was added to the electronic document. Watching as it was promptly sent to the legal team, Gi Myunghoon smiled gently.“I’ll be counting on you from now on, Jooan.”This was a decision Han Jooan made entirely of his own accord, without coercion from anyone.