Chapter 123 – 123. That Person
The frustration I had.
Secrets that I firmly believed I couldn’t tell.
It was true that I felt at ease after brushing it off, even though I half-confided on my own.
I was so sorry at that time that I texted him to buy me a meal after I went home.
The female junior side declined, saying that it was okay, and the male junior side replied that they would like to have a meal after the exam.
Winter’s friend…, He called me to see Winter first.
One text encouraging me to say that I did a lot of hard work for my motives ticked and came back.
Oh, and an ice cream gift coupon as a bonus.
Maybe getting an A+ on the group assignment is the biggest reason why everyone went well?
From my point of view, if it was a non-pain, I would have been blocked 100%.
After all, people’s ability and political power are the most important.
If it’s hard to get close with words anyway, you can just buy a meal and keep your mouth shut.
Of course, not everyone understood.
I roughly understood the motives of the unreasonable situation, but…
Not all of the juniors who were forced to drink alcohol understood or acknowledged it.
Just nobody,
I didn’t say a word about the secret I heard then.
If I speak first, I think he’ll answer in some way…
We’re not even close enough to each other.
You’re going to pretend you don’t know.
To be honest, I’m just grateful that the situation was passed over as drinking and smoking.
“I’m back⋯.”
“Is your daughter here?”
“Yeah, um… What. You’re my brother If you’re kidding, change your voice.”
“Did you do well on the test?”
“Just like that?”
The last day of the week.
Since all universities are located there, the exam period is bound to overlap.
It is natural that I have been to Sinchon for the first time in a long time, but I am not used to it at all.
Oh, is this our school? Level of confusion.
I think Songdo Cam, where I lived before enlisting in the military, will be more memorable.
“I’m done with midterms, are you done too?”
“I’ll have until next Monday.”
“What kind of test do you take like that?”
“That’s right… It’s hard…”
Faced with the reality of having to watch it for two weeks over the weekend vaguely, the younger brother said, “Uh-uh,” And showed a tired expression.
What should I do?
Shall I stroke you?
Hugging doesn’t seem bad either…
Oh, I have to tell you this first.
“Mom, where did you go? Who is she meeting?”
“⋯Really?”
When I hit the seat next to the sofa with my palm, my younger brother rushes to my side.
Then, as if it were natural, he stretched his body while crushing my knee with his buttocks, not the part he pointed out.
“Hey, it’s heavy.”
“Did you sit down because your brother asked you to sit down?”
“Sit next to me, next to me.”
“⋯ Like this?”
When I pointed to the seat next to me, Gye-ryeol got up from my thighs for a moment, then slightly twisted his body and sat down on my lap.
He put his soles instead of his buttocks on the sofa he hit with his palms, grinning and scratching my nerves.
“I put it next to the bridge as you like.”
“Your mother is gone, but she doesn’t know when she will be back.”
“⋯Then shouldn’t we just go somewhere out of sight?”
The arms are hung around my neck, and the legs are moderately bent, so it’s a good posture to lift just by putting your hands in.
In that state, I couldn’t resist the temptation that clung to my ear and whispered in a small voice.
With one arm on the back, the other arm puts a hand in the hamstring and lifts the gyeolyi.
⋯I was joking before, but it seems like it got really heavy.
Have you gained some muscle from working out together?
“⋯Go to your room?”
“Oh, that can’t be. I like your room.”
“Why?”
“Isn’t that… Less suspicious?”
Of course, I know that too.
Just ask formally.
I like it more when Winter asks me to go to my brother’s room than when I take him to my room.
“Ruler. Get a good night’s sleep in my bed, and let’s have dinner when mom comes home.”
“⋯Brother.”
“Why.”
“Stop kidding.”
“What joke?”
So this means the same thing.
I gently placed the winter child I was holding on to my bed, covered it with the blanket meticulously, and stood there staring at her face.
I mean at some point it became like this.
Should I refrain from direct expressions?
I got tired of talking about expressions of affection.
“Don’t you want to come in here…?”
“Where?”
“It’s very warm and fluffy inside the blanket. I have a soft pillow… Don’t you want to cuddle?”
It’s the same with winter, who puts his face on the pillow like that and secretly looks at me with only one eye and lifts the blanket.
“Is the cover soft too?”
“Huh. It’s a very good material, so there’s no fluff. Even if you just touch it… It doesn’t get dirty well.”
“⋯I can’t help it, then.”
“Yeah, here…”
Sometimes I feel like fighting over useless things…
There’s no one who loses, and there’s no reason to quit, right?
Being moderate to a certain extent is one of the important skills to connect emotions.
If you say you like each other too openly, you might get tired of each other.
Isn’t it just right to make eye contact and hug under the blanket?
No no
“⋯A little cold?”
“Oh, it’s because it’s outside… It’s warm here.”
Winter pulling my hand from touching my cheek and putting it under my clothes.
I feel the fat on my stomach that was warm inside the shirt.
At some point, I feel like I got toned to the point where I thought that the term abs rather than belly fat would be more appropriate, but the fact that I liked either one didn’t change.
Find the location of the belly button by gently stroking it with your thumb.
Oh, here it is.
Press and hold once.
“What are you doing, brother?”
“I just pressed it once because it was soft.”
“The belly button is not what it is. ⋯That’s what you’re saying, brother.”
Winter also slightly lifts my T-shirt and puts me belly to belly, hugging me tightly and adjusting the position of my belly button.
I honestly didn’t know why I liked this so much…
It seems like you know more and more as time goes on.
It’s hard to describe, but it feels good.
Like the way your stomach moves up and down with each breath.
It’s strangely erotic, but not erotic either.
“⋯ When will Mom come?”
“Do you want your mother to come soon?”
“I think it would be nice if you could come back a couple of hours later.”
“⋯10 hours for me.”
“Aren’t you being too unfilial?”
“That’s not what my brother said.”
Now, while having a conversation like this, it has reached the point where it is possible to giggle and laugh nonsense.
⋯Oh, I’m happy.
I don’t know how to do this one thing.
Can’t you understand?
Pretend you don’t know even if you know it, I think it’s best to give off a nuance like this.
Or would it be better to openly break through and be beaten mercilessly?
Until now, I tried to choose the former, but eventually decided on the latter.
I’m not sure yet.
What is the answer
“⋯Pat my hair, oppa.”
“Like this?”
“If you do that, your bangs will be ruined! ⋯ Live a little longer.”
After combing through the hair, gently brush it with your fingers while slowly tidying it up again.
I still have a lot of worries…
If I keep doing this, the thought that I can become anything comes to my mind.
Is it because it has been like that until now?
Because people change positively while we are together.
How was it sealed well after the day I threw it all away and quit?
Because I was shaking like crazy at that time, I wasn’t nervous at all when taking the exam.
It seems that there are only good people around you, but…
Anyway, my self-esteem was the strongest in my life.
“I hear footsteps, brother.”
“Can you do this for 10 more seconds?”
“Then for 10 seconds…”
A light kiss that continued during the short time you walked up the stairs.
Perhaps this is the source of self-esteem?
No matter what happens, there are people who believe in me and support me.
No matter what happens, there are people you can trust and support.
So there is no time for bad thoughts.
It’s enough to be an incestuous asshole, you don’t have to be a spoiled bastard who abandoned all relationships and stuck in a corner, right?
After all, there are not only moral people in the world anyway.
All those people are living well.
“Mom is here~ Hey. My daughter is here too.”
“Huh.”
“What were you two talking about?”
“I was listening to him lament because he said he was tired from taking the test.”
“Okay?”
The mother goes back to the living room after checking the son in the chair and the daughter sitting on the bed.
⋯In fact, both of you know who you are going to meet.
Has it already been that time?
Time goes so fast.
“⋯Did you meet me well?”
“⋯I came to see it.”
“What, how are you?”
“He’s not as old as I thought and he’s in good shape. My mom went through all the hardships, but she was a bit embarrassed because she was busy alone.”
“Ah, mom is still young too.”
“Anyway, my son is really good at talking.”
Did I say that there are only good people around?
That’s right.
At least, there were hardly any people around me who thought that I was a real mean person.
To put it bluntly, me and Winter were the worst.
You are so selfish
“⋯Are you available on Saturday?”
“Oh, I have an appointment with a friend. Mom.”
“I have to buy my juniors food.”
“Then what about Sunday?”
“I have an exam on Monday…”
“I can’t go because I have to go on a date with that younger sister.”
“Don’t be silly, son. ⋯Is Sunday okay?”
But it wasn’t around me.
There was one person more selfish than me around my mother.
Personality is also hereditary, genetic.
It’s about time we met.
An adult who can compete with me in terms of morality or not.
“Are you okay.”
“⋯Yes. Then, would you like to see Dad?”
“What… With mom?”
“As your son is comfortable…”
“Then let’s just have a look together. Ah, winter. Do you want to go too?”
“I’m a test, oppa.”
“Then I will go alone. Number please, number.”
I still don’t know what I was thinking,
Even though I came back, my dad still hasn’t contacted me once.
Actually, it’s a bit strange to call while in quarantine after not doing it for half a lifetime.
Seeing that she keeps in touch with her mother, wouldn’t she have thought of something of her own?
I don’t think it’s very important.
“⋯This is my dad’s phone number. Mom will make a promise.”
“Is it okay if I go and hit him once?”
“You can’t hit me too hard. I’m still your father.”
“Ah, what about Dad? Are you all connected by blood?”
“Hey. If you really hit me with your physique, your dad will die.”
“We have the same bloodline anyway, but my dad isn’t going to be big either. I won’t die, I won’t die.”
It’s not that I don’t want to understand.
Forgiveness?
Because it’s a question of who we can forgive.
Excuse?
Honestly, I can listen to it hundreds of times.
⋯ So.
Let’s meet and talk.
Why did you do that
What did you come for
To be honest, I don’t need any of that…
We just wonder what they can do for us.
If you’re a rich, handsome man that your mom likes…
Could I do something for those bastards?
