Chapter 218 – Extraversion. Writer Kim Ga-Eul, Actor Kim Winter (3)
If I leave her sister, who is annoying, has a bad attitude, and has turned into a badly dressed college girl, the old-fashioned temperament wriggling inside of me can’t stand it.
As her brother-in-law, though not close to her, to discipline her, he brought a bottle of vodka that had been kept cold with her tears and set it down on her table.
Together, they prepare snacks such as cube cheese that they were supposed to eat tomorrow, and a drink to mix and drink as a bonus.
I sat on a chair and looked at the table, which smelled of alcohol for the first time in a long time.
It’s been a really long time since I didn’t drink.
Because with winter… No, no.
I had sworn to never drink outside of someone with whom I was suspiciously close.
Limited to anniversaries such as birthdays, they promised to sip just enough to get drunk in a good mood.
So, isn’t her sister’s birthday eve a day enough to celebrate?
“Have you ever had a cocktail?”
“⋯Once.”
As she was about to say something to her sister, who untied her muffler and threw it on the floor, she inadvertently shut her mouth as her gaze caught on her sweaty shoulder.
She even looked obnoxiously erotic as she cupped her breasts with her elbows while touching her phone with both hands, as if sporting her shiny collarbones.
Was she really meant to go out in that piece of knitwear, was she?
What if, not jokingly, that her sister would wear that kind of dress and go out drinking all the time ⋯.
I think she would have said something regardless of whether it was just like in the past, or if they were swearing at each other like now.
I guess I’m not as open to sex as I thought.
⋯Of course, it’s true that I’m an idealist.
“Look at the person’s face and tell me. Don’t look at your phone.”
“What are you saying?”
But apart from my lower body, when I saw my sister staring at her cellphone, giving off a nuance that she was about to die from discomfort, her desire to yell at her rose in a dream.
To fix her younger sister who is still rude after swearing at her brother, he makes a screwdriver that doesn’t even taste like alcohol and hands her a glass of wine.
It may smell like alcohol, but the taste is covered in orange juice and feels like a devil’s drink.
When you drink that and get drunk and have fun, you should thoroughly educate them on the hierarchy.
Of course, it’s a natural setting to treat an older brother who broke up a drinking promise with a friend like that… No. Although it is natural.
The rumor that I’m a trash who came to boredom because my girlfriend’s breasts are small… It’s not strange to show this because I’m trash.
“⋯Why do I have to drink with you, really.”
“Do you want to keep talking nonsense?”
“Ah, Mr. What’s so good about breaking someone else’s promise? ⋯I feel bad.”
“Hey, Kim Winter.”
“What! ⋯I’m in a bad mood, so I’ll drink and sleep. Do not talk to me.”
My younger sister, who looked very disgruntled, screamed at me, gulped down the cocktail I handed her, and stuffed her snack into her mouth, sealing her mouth on its own.
His feverish attitude slightly raised my blood pressure, so I made the same cocktail and passed it down my throat, tore open the bag of potato chips and chewed on it.
Honestly, I think I’m really pissed off because I’m being ignored like this?
Gradually, the insidious mind of wanting to punish me turned into a furious desire to really punish me, and the once bloody drinking party continued quietly without breaking the atmosphere.
⋯Until the two of you emptied more than half a bottle of vodka.
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“Oh, I really hate it, really…”
“What do you hate so much?”
“I don’t know, I just hate everything…”
In fact, even if it was vodka, the two of us shared it, so it was only about a bottle of soju.
By the standards of our brother and sister who inherited one liver, the cheeks should have turned a little red, but drinking bean sprouts soup or North Korean fish soup in the morning will make your hangover go away.
⋯, But I haven’t had a drink in about half a year, so let’s pretend I’m drunk anyway.
In reality, her sister was drunk and was not whining in a high-pitched voice.
So from now on, it’s just a drunken talk.
“I also want to date a boyfriend…”
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“You said no earlier, you idiot.”
“I won’t say anything about you talking plainly to me, but at least you’re my brother…”
“I’d rather bite my tongue and die than call you oppa.”
Because of her sister who lowered her head and said that, I had no choice but to gulp down the remaining cocktail.
It seemed like if I listened to it sanely from here on, I would get hurt and treat it harshly.
It would be better if you become a bit jaded, listen in one ear and let it out in the other, and then release all of them when you are in a trance.
“What do you hate about your brother so much?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I don’t like you. ⋯Your body is unnecessarily large.”
“⋯You’re too tall for a girl.”
“Crazy. ⋯Did you sexually harass your sister, now?”
“Don’t be silly, little.”
Maybe it was because she drank another dose of her alcohol, but she only brought up the story of her height, but her younger sister, who had her back against the back of her hoop and covered her uncovered breasts, looked very pitiful.
Of course, since ‘alcohol’ is such a strange substance, I have no choice but to admit that my eyes went there unconsciously.
However, that was the gaze directed from the question, ‘She must be popular with men, but why can’t she date a lover?’, But it was never that she felt such feelings for her younger sister.
Where in the world is there an older brother who feels lust for his younger brother?
If there is even one such person in Korea, I will take responsibility and immigrate to Canada.
Don’t lie
“⋯ Hey. Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Yes, why?”
So while she was proudly looking at her slip strap hanging over her shoulder, her blushing sister started asking me in plain language if she was her lover.
It’s a girlfriend.
There isn’t
He’s super nice, his face without make-up is cuter, and his body is so damn good.
Didn’t you have a girlfriend who was older than you and got bored?
My memory seems to come and go because of the alcohol,
There is anyway
“⋯Have you tried it before?”
“What?”
“Sex.”
“Hey, you saw me as sexual harassment earlier…”
“Shut up and answer me! ⋯ Is there?”
Of course, unlike me, where her memories come and go, my sister, whose mind goes back and forth, seems much more dangerous, so I thought it would be okay.
How could he be so shameless sexually harassing his older brother?
On the contrary, if I had said that to him, I think he would have cursed at me for being a pervert and dog trash.
“Ah, hurry up! ⋯If you don’t answer, I’ll kill you.”
“⋯ Won’t you?”
“⋯Perversion.”
“Now who sees who is called pervert. Crazy, really.”
“I don’t know, pervert bastard! On the subject of having sex. Dog metamorphosis. Trash bastard.”
“Why did you have sex and become a pervert?”
“Yeah, you’re a man anyway. ⋯Are you the same? Right?”
“⋯ What bullshit?”
“You always pretend to live a good life at home, but after all, you’re a pervert bastard who only thinks of dragging you into bed when you see a girl.”
“⋯Have you met a strange man?”
“Because I’ve never met you.”
“Then why are you doing that?”
“⋯I want to meet a strange man.”
Admiring her innocent heart that she wants to be seduced by a man who wears such clothes and does not harbor any black feelings, she claps in her heart once, then gives her sister a glass of orange juice without alcohol.
She didn’t refuse a drink, but stared plaintively at her little sister as she gulped, let out a deep sigh, dragged her chair, and sat down next to her brother.
She then tries to stroke her hair, but realizes that she shouldn’t be touched, and instead clears her throat a few times before making a plausible statement, befitting her authoritative brother.
“What, do you want to have a fresh romance like a college student?”
“⋯Is that bad?”
“If you want something like that, you should go to the library when you go out drinking. Do you know how many men like ‘pretty’ women who study hard? To fall in love fresh, meet naturally.”
“I studied all through high school, but I don’t want to do it again…”
“Then why don’t you wear it like that? If you wear slutty clothes, of course only people who look at you with slutty eyes will stick to you.”
“⋯With a guy who will look into my eyes even if I wear this.”
“Puhahaha…”
I was amazed at how he could make up bullshit like that, so in the end I couldn’t stand it and turned my head and burst out laughing.
No, I can’t stand it because he dresses like that and speaks like that with that tone of voice.
Didn’t he hear that kind of thing once or twice… Or did he say he never heard it?
I’m a real older brother, so I don’t usually look at you, it’s only natural for me to go to the thighs or chest when I’m just a stranger.
Whether you wear it like that or cover it up, it doesn’t make much of a difference.
“⋯The subject of you staring at my chest too. Why are you laughing so much?”
“I? When?”
“But since he’s my older brother, I couldn’t believe it… It’s really fucking disgusting.”
“Are you crazy? I look at you with those eyes.”
“Do you think I wouldn’t know that you were looking at my bra?”
“Her sister tried to go out in a dress like that, and you might look at her in a pathetic way. It doesn’t mean that.”
“You’re kidding. ⋯Pervert.”
“Can you prove that it isn’t?”
“How?”
“Hey, look up.”
She put it on so she could see it clearly, but she looked really pitiful for her sister who said she saw it, so she confidently bet on the match.
She stupidly raises her head, grabs her sister by the bare shoulder, turns her inside, stares at her floating eyes, and starts an out-of-the-ordinary snowball fight.
The more I stared at her, smelling of alcohol, the more I stared at her, the half-closed eyelids gradually opened, and after looking into my eyes for about 5 seconds, she slowly turned her head away and tried to avoid her gaze.
To prevent her from escaping, I grabbed her reddened cheek, fixed her face towards me, glared at her, and let her overflow with the eye contact she wanted so much.
However, it could not prevent the iris from shaking around and focusing on a different place.
The time when the kitchen was filled with only the sound of swallowing mouths, chasing after the rolling eyes.
“⋯Ha.”
Her sister thumped her hand away from me, then turned around and put her hand on her chest, breathing hard.
⋯ Well.
Why are you like that
“Uh… You lost?”
“What!”
“Isn’t that why you were looking at me earlier? Are you genuinely worried as your brother?”
“Oh fuck, shut up!”
“He’s cursing again, he did a good job at best…”
“Bastard, you got an erection!”
Ah.
⋯I can’t smoke until now.
I bit my tongue and tried to hold it in.
This.
I’m too quick to notice
Unfortunately, it seems that my little sister, Kim Gyul-gyeol-chan, doesn’t want a sound ending.
Then there is nothing you can do
We have no choice but to share ‘drunken talk’.
