Boss, It's My First Time Being Your Resident - Chapter 65

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Episode 65. Night, Not Dinner

The first shameless words she’d ever spoken aloud in her life.

Even after saying them, A-gang couldn’t believe her own ears, so she bit her lip hard.

Night.
Why did this single character feel so dangerously indecent?

A-gang’s heart began to thunder loudly in her chest.

“…….”

Ha Tae-heon stared at A-gang with a strange look, as if doubting his own ears at her sudden and audacious suggestion.

A-gang’s face flushed so hotly she could feel her pulse throbbing in both cheeks, yet she didn’t look away from his gaze.

Meeting the eyes of the silent Ha Tae-heon, she stepped closer and seized the hem of his shirt firmly.
The tips of their feet touched precarious and close.

“Senior.”
“You’ve been at the hospital too long, haven’t you? Missing home cooking? I understand. I’m not great at cooking, but I’ll do my best.”

Ha Tae-heon smoothly deflected, pretending not to understand.

But A-gang could tell. His voice had deepened from its usual tone.

“Night, not dinner.”
“Right, so you want dinner not—”
“…….”

A-gang lifted her head and looked up at Ha Tae-heon with an embarrassed expression.

It was mortifying beyond measure to utter such an indecent word while sober, and by her own initiative no less, yet she needed to confirm something desperately.

As she fidgeted with her feet, Ha Tae-heon’s eyes subtly shifted.

Determined to extract a clear explanation of what that “night” meant, he pressed her relentlessly.

“I know. The kind of night when the sun sets and the moon rises, right?”

Again, again.
His mischievous gaze clearly savored her discomfort.

Like a teasing professor who posed difficult questions to students, then leisurely observed their stammering responses.

A-gang wanted to vanish into a hole in the ground, watching how her face reddened step by step in his eyes.

She’d agonized endlessly over how to approach this conversation with Ha Tae-heon.

That night on Cheong-hwa Mountain.
The scar marks and tattoo she’d glimpsed on him then had been circling obsessively in her mind ever since.

She wanted to see his body hidden beneath his clothes once more.
To examine every inch with her own eyes and hands, leaving nothing unexplored.

All those countless words compressed and condensed into a single term: “night.”

Ha Tae-heon, who’d been staring intently at her flustered eyes, finally smirked and ruffled her hair.

“Little thing, so fearless.”
“…….”
“Do you understand what night means?”

Ha Tae-heon raised one eyebrow in a crooked slant, as if ready to flick her forehead at any moment.

Why did those words provoke her?

“Senior. I’m almost twenty-seven. I’m not a child too young to understand what night means.”
“Sure, sure, I’m sure you’re right.”

His offhand response, the way he still treated her like a small child—pride flared up in her.

Without thinking, A-gang grabbed a condom from a safe-sex campaign booth at the Women’s Health Center in the hospital and shoved it into Ha Tae-heon’s pocket.

Before he could even confirm what the strange object in his pocket was.

A-gang rose onto her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered into his ear.

“I mean that kind of night—the kind for a wedding night!”

It was a word that felt like magic.
The moment she spoke it, the entire world went silent as if muted.

Yet her heartbeat only grew louder, thundering as if it would burst through her eardrums.

Every nerve in her body awakened, and she could hear the movement of each cell distinctly in her ears.

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When she came to her senses, the matte black front door of Ha Tae-heon’s apartment filled her entire field of vision.

Though it wasn’t a teleportation, A-gang couldn’t even remember how she’d walked here on her trembling legs.

“Let’s go inside.”

Ha Tae-heon opened the door.

A subtle, slightly bitter soap scent brushed against her nostrils. It was a fragrance she’d already grown familiar with after only two visits.

“Go wash your hands. I’ll make something delicious.”

Leaving A-gang standing motionless, Ha Tae-heon turned casually toward the kitchen.

He tossed his jacket onto the sofa and strode away; A-gang could only stare blankly at his broad receding back.

That silhouette was exasperatingly composed.

“Why are you just standing there? Don’t know where the bathroom is?”

His low, even voice came from the kitchen.

“Let’s see… what can I make right now? Ramen, tomato pasta, frozen pizza. Or would you like ice cream? I’ve only got vanilla.”

Ha Tae-heon bent over the open refrigerator, rummaging through ingredients and speaking without particular interest.

As if completely oblivious to the fact that the other person’s mind was on the verge of exploding.

“I should have picked up that strawberry milk you like.”

Despite his affectionate tone, his utter nonchalance made A-gang’s chest tighten with hurt.

Did she not look like a woman to him?

She’d endured shame she’d never felt before and uttered those brazen words, even making such an explicit signal.

It had taken enormous courage.

In movies, the moment the door closed, the man transforms into a beast and pins the woman against the wall, devouring her with heat.

The stark reality—so different from the dense scene she’d imagined—made A-gang bite her lip hard.

She didn’t have the courage to go all the way to a convenience store.

But she figured the one making the first move should be prepared, so after much deliberation, she thought of what was available at the health promotion center in the hospital.

Ha Tae-heon had no idea how difficult that journey to the small basket at the edge of the booth had felt—like walking ten thousand steps.

Her heart hadn’t stopped racing from fear of running into a colleague passing by.

She’d hovered and pretended to casually browse the educational pamphlets, then subtly—

She’d slipped it into his pocket again, without him knowing how much determination that had required.

And after she’d worked up all that courage…….

What. Strawberry milk? Ice cream?
Was he serious?

“Excuse me, Ha Tae-heon.”

A-gang clenched her fists and raised her voice toward the kitchen.

Ha Tae-heon, who’d been pulling out a large container of vanilla ice cream, merely tilted his head and asked back.

“Yeah. Did you wash your hands?”
“Did you check what I put in your pocket earlier?”
“My pocket?”

Only then did Ha Tae-heon stop and slowly turn around.

His eyes held confusion at A-gang’s voice, which dripped with hurt.

“Check it right now!”

Surely with this much effort and these signals, he should notice and approach her first.

Were her signals too subtle?
Or was she just a five-year-old junior drinking strawberry milk to Ha Tae-heon?

Her heart was already laid bare, yet his unwavering composure felt bitterly unkind.

That was when it happened.
His hand, reaching into his pocket, suddenly slowed.

At last, a small rectangular packet emerged from his fingertips.

For an instant, Ha Tae-heon’s eyebrows twitched.

A second stretched like a minute in silence.

“You don’t see me as a woman! You act like it’s nothing at all…….”

Of course, she hadn’t actually come with the intention of spending the night with him right then.

But after confessing to each other, his indifferent treatment—as if she were one woman among a hundred—finally broke something inside her.

A-gang walked toward the bathroom, her lips pressed firmly shut.

Ha Tae-heon followed slowly behind her.

Though her back was turned, she could feel him drawing closer. The subtle soap scent from his body grew stronger.

“I’ll go wash up first.”

I wonder if senior would even blink if I came out completely naked.

Her face reflected in the mirror was flushed crimson.

That was the moment.
In the mirror’s reflection, beyond the bathroom door where he leaned at an angle, their eyes met as he stared at her.

“Am I not taking you seriously?”
“……What?”
“Will just one of these be enough?”

Ha Tae-heon teased her, casually flipping the silver rectangular packet held between his index and middle finger.

“That’s…….”

A-gang’s shoulders stiffened, and she swallowed hard.

“Go on, you said you were washing up.”
“…….”

As she slowly unfastened the second button, A-gang’s vision blurred from how forcefully her heart hammered.

Why was the bathroom light so blindingly bright?
The bright fluorescence, Ha Tae-heon standing there watching—everything felt cruel.

“It’s your first.”

Ha Tae-heon’s low voice echoed softly through the bathroom.

“……What?”
“You’re the first woman who’s ever come to my place.”

His eyes, meeting hers in the mirror, deepened with intensity.

The moment her fingertips touched the third button, Ha Tae-heon spun her around by the shoulders and swiftly lifted her onto the sink.

Standing between her legs, he brought his long fingers to the third button where she’d paused.

“Let’s wash together.”

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