Gender Reversed Geum Taeyang - Chapter 34

Chapter 34 – Loading-Unloading Part-Time Job (2)

I’ve heard there’s something that many people who are on a diet often say.

“Let’s start tomorrow.”

Well, it’s not like I decided to do loading-unloading work with that mindset.

Due to my broadcast schedule, I need to work in the morning.

But I can’t just schedule a morning part-time job in the morning, right?

That’s how Tuesday passed by.

Wednesday, I couldn’t go to work because Ari was supposed to come to our house to get her Switch.

And finally now.

Thursday, 7 AM.

I finally left the house to go to work.

Well, I actually came out a bit earlier.

Because I had to catch the shuttle bus that goes to the logistics center.

Yesterday, I deliberately went to sleep right after the broadcast ended at 1, but even so, I got less than 6 hours of sleep.

As I stand there yawning from the sleepiness slowly creeping in, I notice a few people standing nearby.

Judging by their movements, they’re probably also waiting for the shuttle bus like me.

From young women to experienced-looking middle-aged ladies, and surprisingly, there were quite a few men too.

While mindlessly scratching my stomach with my hand in my clothes, eyes gathered on me… Well, that’s just how it was.

After that, I could clearly feel people’s stares on me.

Anyway, the shuttle bus arrived shortly after, and following a quick headcount, we boarded the bus and headed to the logistics center.

Was today going to be an unlucky day?

A problem arose as soon as we arrived at the logistics center.

Loading-unloading jobs have four positions: loading, unloading, sorting, and repackaging. Among these, sorting and repackaging are relatively easier, so men usually take these positions.

Well, not just men, but women who are beginners also sometimes get these easier positions…

Looking at the people gathered at the logistics center, the ratio of men seemed slightly higher.

Why are there so many men at this demanding part-time job? Did they all come out knowing they’d get the easier positions?

The person who seemed to be in charge separated all the men, and from what I heard, because there were too many male workers, some would have to take loading and unloading positions.

Their expression was quite bewildered.

I would be bewildered too.

Looking at the men gathering among themselves with disgruntled expressions… I wondered if they could even handle the loading-unloading positions properly.

There wasn’t anyone who looked physically fit enough to endure that work, let alone having the will to do it.

Time seemed to be running short, but naturally, no one volunteered.

… Honestly, I wanted to do the relatively easier work too, since I came all the way to this reverse world.

At this point, it feels awkward to avoid it.

Someone has to do it anyway, might as well be someone who’s used to it.

And the supervisor has been looking my way for a while now, probably because my sturdy build for a man caught their attention.

With a sigh, I raised my hand.

“I’ll do it.”

People’s eyes gather on me.

Not wanting to see the men’s gazes particularly, I just look at the female supervisor, and her expression brightens at an incredible speed.

“Ah! Thank you so much!”

Huh.

That’s it?

Just me?

They only needed one person?

My expression turns cold.

The supervisor seemed to shiver a bit when she saw me… but I don’t care about that.

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I’m screwed.

More accurately, I think I’m going to be screwed.

There was brief training about safety procedures and loading work… but I couldn’t hear any of it.

It doesn’t seem like the job ends with just stacking boxes, and as a beginner who didn’t even hear the proper explanation, the future looks dark.

Probably not just me though.

From the person in charge of training to everyone else, no one was interested in that trivial training.

Because of the person next to me right now.

“Haah…”

He didn’t look like he was in a good mood from the start, and whatever happened, he’s too scary.

Honestly… while I’m happy to work with such a handsome person all day.

It was incredible earlier.

Among all sorts of people gathered there, from young women who looked like delinquents to intimidating middle-aged ladies assigned to loading positions.

Even an ordinary man would have drawn attention, but with a man like him entering.

Everyone present focused on that one man.

His face, already full of irritation, seemed uninterested in those stares.

If the safety training supervisor hadn’t come in quickly, someone… no, several people would have tried to hit on him.

He did look like somewhat of a player after all.

Anyway, it was quite surprising that he and I were assigned to the same line.

When I heard from the supervisor that he had loading experience several times, that was even more surprising.

How unlucky must he have been to do loading work multiple times as a man.

Well, whatever. I hope things go well.

While eye candy is nice, work is what’s most important.

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They say you shouldn’t judge people by their appearance.

This man, Mr. Yuhan.

He was subtly, no, quite kind actually.

While he had an irritated expression and didn’t say anything special while we were getting our line assignments, once it was just us two on the line, he relaxed his expression and spoke to me first.

He seemed very interested in games and we really connected well.

Moreover, proving his loading experience wasn’t a lie, he shared many tips about loading work.

I thought I might be the luckiest person here today meeting Yuhan… well, that would probably be the men who got the cushy positions.

When I shared this thought during a brief break before the truck arrived, he burst out laughing, which made me feel like we’d gotten a bit closer.

Maybe we could become close like this, exchange numbers, meet outside… that kind of thing?

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I shouldn’t have been daydreaming like that.

Five minutes after the truck came in and until all my strength was depleted.

I’m barely moving with strength that ran out long ago.

We’ve only filled half of it but… this is crazy.

How does Mr. Yuhan have such good stamina? Or am I just bad?

Still, watching him swiftly move those suspiciously heavy boxes, it must be that Mr. Yuhan is just amazing.

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How long has it been since break time.

At least an hour must have passed since we started working. Definitely.

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… 30 minutes? Just that? Really? How many hours do we have to do this?

I resent myself for deciding to do this at the start of summer.

Come to think of it, what about Mr. Yuhan? Even though he’s a man, how is he enduring this?

I, who had fallen into a trance at some point, turned my head to look at Mr. Yuhan…

Holy!

What is that.

I thought I felt people from the next line staring at us since earlier.

Korea’s unique humid summer heat, hard labor, and… the white t-shirt Mr. Yuhan was wearing.

Those elements combined to create a spectacular scene.

Him, stacking cargo inside the truck.

I heard before coming here that truck interiors get quite hot in summer, but how hot must it be to make someone look like that.

His disheveled bangs stuck to his forehead, wet with beads of sweat.

Streams of sweat reflecting light as they ran down his neck.

And his white t-shirt, soaked with all of that, clung to his body, vaguely revealing bare skin.

“Why… Is there something on me…?”

“Ah, no! You just looked tired…!”

“Huh… You look more tired than me though. Another truck will probably come soon, so rest more.”

Saying that, Mr. Yuhan lifted the hem of his t-shirt to wipe his face.

How can a man be so careless!

I hear boxes falling from the next line.

I want to warn Mr. Yuhan but… now he’s stretching.

His oddly fitting jeans catch my eye.

I should look a bit more and tell him later…

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What kind of thinking does one need to have in their daily life to serve this as food?

Psychopath. Must be a psychopath.

Well, does that make me a psychopath too for eating it deliciously?

After more than 4 hours of labor, lunch was fantastic. Though I can’t acknowledge the menu.

Ji-min watches with a troubled expression as I shovel rice like a proper lady.

She’s been doing that occasionally for a while now, why?

“What’s wrong?”

“That… Mr. Yuhan. It’s…”

After beating around the bush, the conclusion was about my clothes.

She worriedly told me that other women keep staring because my clothes are soaked with sweat.

I felt like stares were getting more noticeable as the day went on.

I don’t really care much, but there’s such a thing as image after all.

A man working with his skin showing through probably won’t receive kind looks.

“Well, can’t be helped. I’ll wear black clothes tomorrow.”

“And when you wipe sweat with that shirt…”

“Ah.”

That definitely must have looked perverted.

But it’s annoying to deal with sweat any other way.

“Let them look if they want.”

“What?”

“It won’t wear out from being looked at. Ji-min, you can look too if you want.”

I tried to play it cool, but she turned bright red.

Making me feel embarrassed for no reason.

Anyway, there’s still endless work left.

With a long way to go until the Switch, there’s no time to worry about such things.

I waited while Ji-min finished eating, rested together, and returned to our line.

Labor begins again.

Ji-min seems to have gotten the hang of it somewhat, and I’ve finally recovered all my past memories.

With the tricks Mr. Kim taught me and my blessed physique, I can crush anything.

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“Why do they get so many breaks over there?”

The work supervisor was surprised at this rarely seen sight.

Though she was relatively young and newly married, she had never seen a situation like this.

Some incompetent-looking college girl was working incompetently, but the overall work speed was faster than most veterans.

She doesn’t look particularly strong, and this isn’t something that can be solved just with some know-how.

Then the cause must be the person inside the truck.

Looking briefly, this vehicle’s work seems to be finishing up too.

As she tries to get closer to check the person inside the vehicle, someone comes out just then.

A man soaked in sweat.

From head to toe, he’s drenched in sweat. As if he’d just been swimming somewhere.

There’s nowhere safe to look. His face is overwhelmingly handsome when you look at it, and looking at his upper body, his already wet clothes weren’t functioning properly.

If you turn your eyes to his pants, they’re stained dark in places, probably from wiping sweat off his hands.

And… perhaps because of the slightly tight pants, the long hill rising along his thighs…

‘Damn… what the hell is going on.’

“Hello!”

The blonde man greets her confidently. The supervisor startles and raises her gaze.

The man smiling brightly at her keeps pushing back his bangs with his hand, seemingly bothered by them falling forward.

Even though the supervisor is already married, she’s still in her mid-30s. If there’s such a young man, if there’s a young man in such a state, it’s natural for one’s eyes to wander.

Of course, the reaction would be similar even for those older than her.

“Why are you here, student? Weren’t all men moved to sorting?”

From what she heard, he volunteered to come here because the sorting and repackaging positions were full.

He’s different from today’s men.

When she asks other questions, he responds with a smile and throws flirtatious jokes that don’t match his age group.

Even though the supervisor is clearly taking up his precious break time, he doesn’t show it.

In fact, he seems to be enjoying this situation.

His rough way of speaking reminds her of the middle-aged workers here. As if he’s used to this.

The supervisor felt bad about taking up his time, but didn’t want to stop.

It would have been enjoyable to talk with a woman of this personality, but he’s a young and handsome man on top of that.

It’s enjoyable. Quite so.

And somehow strangely comfortable.

Every word of his contains consideration for the other person.

It wasn’t this comfortable even when talking with her husband.

Though the supervisor doesn’t realize it herself, her eyes keep stealing glances at various parts of him.

She’s unconsciously breathing in the scent of sweat from his body.

Other employees are looking at her disapprovingly, but she doesn’t even notice.

She also didn’t notice the college girl’s anxious gaze watching her from right behind.

The supervisor felt a strange flutter in her heart for this man she met today for the first time.

The work supervisor only stepped back when the next truck arrived.

When everything was finished, the envelope Yuhan received contained a daily wage of 150,000 won with an additional 30,000 won at the supervisor’s discretion, along with the supervisor’s own phone number, but.

Yuhan never realized that he had dropped the paper with the phone number.

He just thought it was a lucky day.

(End of Chapter)