She stood up along with him and turned around to leave.
Dae-Hyeon gripped her waist, and Sun-Hwa veered back at him. "Didn't you satisfy yet?" Her voice was deep.
"Yes, your skirt is exposing your nipples. If you keep staying like this, I will jump on you," he said. She looked down at his hand, clenching her hip. He then trailed his fingers down to the skirt, tugged in her shirt, and dragged up her skirt as she pulled in her stomach.
"Release your breath," he commented. She exhaled. Now the skirt was back in its original place.
He grasped her arms, pivoted her body to face the exit, and said, "Go, do crawl!"
She positioned herself to crawl before opening the door as Dae-Hyeon went back to his seat. She came crawling with leaden knee steps on the floor while Dong-Han was squinting at the tiny text on the email box.
He glimpsed at her once when she was about to reach his seat and gave another glance with raised brows, widening eyes, and even a blush that diffused his whole face. Sun-Hwa's breast was slightly revealing, and the motion of it with every crawl step thickened his reddishness all over his face. Hotness boiling up above his head.
Sun-Hwa looked up at him only to find he was gawping at the black screen as the reddishness around his cheek became worse and his heartbeat was about to burst out. She could hear the clock ticking sound faintly.
"What are you blushing for?" She asked.
He could only be silent when he rolled his pupils to the corner to check whether she sat or was still in the crawl position. To stop his heartbeat, she was still in a crawling position, looking up at him, expecting an answer from him.
"I'm asking you!" She roared.
"N-No-Nothi-Nothing," he stumbled for words and ended words with a gasp that sowed suspicion on Sun-Hwa. Despite that, she headed to her seat as if he didn't mind his stutters.
Oh my gosh, what did I see just now? Do I have to say sorry for my dirty mind? He asked himself, rolling his Irish to the corner to give a peek at Sun-Hwa. She seemed to be fixed on work mode.
'Yes, I must ask.' he assured himself, gathering his hands together on the keyboard, and began to type after dragging the chat box and selecting Sun-Hwa's chat.
*Ding!*
A text message peeked from the bottom right corner of the computer. She glimpsed Dong-Han as soon as she read a messenger's name, 'CutieHan' and clicked the messenger, which read, "Sorry, Sun-Hwa. I... I..."
The dots continued until the bottom of the screen. She scrolled up and kept scrolling up until letters captured her sight.
He clenched the armrest of the chair, dismissing his butt from the chair at a snail's pace as his peek was assessing her facial reaction, whose subtle narrowness of eyes transmitted into a scowl by degrees.
"Sorry, Sun-Hwa. I blushed because I accidentally saw your breast. Sorrrrrryyyyyy!"
She gasped, downed her glance to her chest, quickly buttoned up her shirt, and threw an extremely frantic jab at the frightened Dong-Han.
"Pervert Dong-Han!" She muttered, fetching a pencil holder to throw at him.
He was unseated promptly and ran out of the office screaming, "Sorry, Sun-Hwa!"
Every other three interns blinked in bewilderment at a pencil holder coming fly from Sun-Hwa's seat, punched harshly on the edge of the door, and rolling on the floor while a few pencils scattered fell out of the office.
"Aiishh!!" She was pissed off when three of them shifted their shocked gaze to Sun-Hwa.
"Whhooofff!"
Dong-Han exhaled, huffing and buffing as he reached the elevator and pressed the GF button before leaning on the elevator wall to breathe snugly.
He came to the office caffeine store, ordered a large coffee, and went to settle at the table. As he looked around casually, a server woman offered him the large coffee that he ordered. "Here you go, sir."
He clutched it gently and looked up at her face to say thanks. He ended up raising his brows in awe.
"You..."
He trailed off, seeing the doctor woman as a server here who did help for Sun-Hwa.
"Do you remember me?" She asked with a plentiful smile and was seated in front of him.
"Of course, aren't you the doctor who helped my boss's wife?" He asked, paying muddled attention to her uniform, which indicates she is a server girl here.
As he judged his look, she began to explain. "Ahh, I resign the work. I don't like to kill innocent babies. So I came here to work."
"But you just helped with miscarriage. How is that called killing babies?" He was extremely conflicted.
"No, miscarriage cases are rare. I faced many women coming for abortions rather than miscarried women." She said, unburdened his doubt.
"Oh, what a good woman!" He glorified her, took one sip of coffee, and offered a polite smile as an additional gift.
She rubbed the side neck timidly, her Irish browsed here and there with short of venture to meet his eyes, which were subtly narrowed at her hesitancy.
After a few seconds of struggle within herself, she spoke out, "Are you married?"
"Is that why you have been wiggling nervously?" he asked, nearly chuckling once after gulping the sip.
She spilt an edgy smile and dragged her hand to the table from scrubbing her neck.
"No," he replied shortly, finishing his cup of coffee.
"What about a girlfriend? Do you have?" She asked with the same nervousness but assorted with disquiet.
He leaned further forward and rested his elbows on the table as his fist pressed against his chin. With an interested look on his face, he asked.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
She coughed in the result of amazement, looking into his eyes, and failed to blink.
He then leaned back on the chair and asked casually, "That's why you asked those questions, am I right?"
She could barely let out a puff with his casual approach, which would make any woman fall for him. She remained speechless for a moment, bestowing some time to admire his innocent smile.