Chapter 92 – Family (Ha Sisters) – Family Services
* Family (Ha Sisters) – Family Services (1)
Morning arrives, and in the familiar living room, three women blankly exhale. Yeowon, with her languid eyes, long hair, and impressive bust, is sprawled in the center of the sofa, watching TV. Seowoo, tall and with alluring thighs, twists the ends of her tied-back hair with her fingers, her head resting on her older sister Yeowon’s shoulder. The youngest, Haeun, with her petite frame, buries her face in Yeowon’s lap, her lifeless eyes staring at nothing.
None of the three seem inclined to change clothes, remaining in their underwear, creating a quiet atmosphere as if they were in a vegetative state. Haeun is the first to make a sound, lifting her face from Yeowon’s lap to check the comments on recent videos and photos on her phone. She giggles, then sighs again, burying her face back in Yeowon’s lap.
“““Haaa…”””
A simultaneous sigh.
The reason is easy to guess.
“He said he’d be back today, right…?”
“Yeah…”
“It’s not like he’s been gone for months, why are we so listless…”
Though different in chest size, height, and age, the sisters, connected by blood, all wore the same dejected expression. They’ve been like this ever since Junseo left to go to the village. They’ve been ordering takeout, cleaning only the bare minimum, and even greeted the angry ajummas and ajusshis who came to complain about the last incident in their underwear, sending them away.
They’re beyond lethargic, their souls practically gone. It hasn’t even been a week, and they’re already in this state; it’s laughable even to themselves. They’ve even begun to understand why Junseo’s mother became so hysterical because of her husband’s affair. Of course, they wouldn’t bring it up in front of Junseo, but that was their true state of mind.
“Huuuuh…”
This time, Yeowon picks up her phone instead of Haeun. Text message notifications are ringing. Most of them are protest messages, starting with phrases like, “Junseo’s mother, please explain yourself!” and “You’re ruining the apartment’s reputation!” But Yeowon doesn’t even blink, tapping away on her phone to send a reply: “What’s the problem with having sex when we’re not even blood-related?”
The result of sending that message?
Of course…
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Her phone starts ringing incessantly, as if screaming, “Answer the damn phone, you bitch!” But Yeowon has no intention of answering, instead slipping her phone into her bra, enjoying the vibrations. Using her phone as a vibrator was a perverted act, but her languid sisters didn’t scold her, instead frowning at the noise.
“Sis, that’s too loud…”
“What can I do… these ajummas are persistent…”
“Can’t you turn off the alarm?”
“No. Junseo might text.”
“Why are those ajummas so concerned about you? Are they lesbians?”
It’s typical of ajummas to meddle in other people’s family affairs. They’re making a fuss about the apartment’s reputation and advising them to stop their inappropriate relationship, even though they weren’t caught having sex outside. It’s none of their business, yet they’re so worked up. On the other hand, the ajusshis who used to chase after Yeowon gave up quickly, figuring she was always like that, since they knew she had an exhibitionist streak.
“At first, their reactions were amusing, but now it’s just depressing. I want to be with Junseo like the ajummas say, but he just left and hasn’t come back. When I hear a knock and think it might be Junseo, I open the door to find ajummas I don’t even know, hissing at me. I can understand the people I know, but where did these strangers come from?”
“There are always people who cut out the context and only hear what they want to hear. Whether we’re blood-related or not doesn’t matter; they just hate that their son is sleeping with us.”
“But the age difference isn’t that big…”
“If they understood that, they wouldn’t be giving us grief, would they?”
“I guess so~?”
After that brief exchange, the three of them tilt their heads back again.
“““Haaa…”””
It’s probably the umpteenth sigh of the day, but they don’t get tired of it. The three of them are listless, as if they have no intention of doing anything, completely relaxed. They just want Junseo to come back soon. They’re spacing out with that thought when suddenly, there’s a knock on the door, and someone jumps up.
“!”
“Ah?!”
Without thinking, Yeowon shoves her phone into her bra and rushes to the door, flinging it open. Haeun, who had her face buried in her lap, falls to the floor from the force, but Yeowon doesn’t even notice. All that matters to her is Junseo’s return.
“Junseo?!”
“Yeowon’s mother! Instead of just texting, come out and talk!”
“Ugh, no.”
Thud!
But of course, it’s not Junseo who’s at the door.
Well, yeah.
Junseo has the door code and a key.
“Is that ajumma again?”
“Yeah.”
“Isn’t that ajumma just pretending to be angry? I’m starting to think she’s here to hear what we’re doing.”
“She’s just verbally attacking us, but she’s actually here because she’s intrigued?”
“Exactly. She loves a good soap opera, right? She’s here to gossip about us.”
“Doesn’t she have anything better to do?”
The unknown ajumma outside is banging on the door, yelling, “Junseo’s motherrrrrr!!!!” but they’re used to it now. They figure she’ll leave in a few minutes, so they just ignore her. And as expected, the hallway soon becomes quiet. Yeowon is spacing out, wondering why this woman is bothering them so much when they’re not even close. But then, she notices something strange.
“Ah, please let go of me. Let me go home.”
“You! Just the person I wanted to see! How can you show your face so shamelessly after doing such things?! I felt sorry for you when I heard your father passed away, but what kind of kid does such things?! Aren’t you ashamed in front of your dead father?!”
“What are you talking about, lady? What’s it to you who I sleep with? Why are you telling me what to do?”
“You’ll get arrested if you keep acting like this, you crazy kid! Either move out or stop ruining the apartment’s reputation!”
“Arrested for what? What country arrests someone for sleeping with their girlfriend? It’s not like I’m sleeping with my own mother. Ugh, just get out of the way. Let me open the door.”
“What a rude brat! Who are you calling a brat?!”
“Who are you calling a brat, you menopausal hag?”
The sisters slowly raise their heads at the low voices coming from the hallway. The voice is obviously Junseo’s. It seems he’s being accosted by the unknown ajumma who was guarding the entrance, and they’re exchanging harsh words, but it doesn’t seem to be escalating into violence. Soon, they hear the beeping of the door lock.
Thump!
At that sound, the sisters simultaneously stand up and position themselves in front of the door just before it opens. They don’t care if there’s an ajumma outside; they’re wagging their butts and bouncing on their toes like dogs greeting their owner. They don’t seem to be in their right minds.
“Ugh, seriously. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Junseo opens the door, unaware that his family is in such a happy, dog-like mode.
“Huh?”
“Oh my!”
“““…………”””
As soon as the door opens, Junseo is met with three women lined up in their underwear. The ajumma who was arguing with Junseo is speechless, while Junseo seems momentarily flustered, but quickly regains his composure and tries to close the door. However, the persistent ajumma stops him with her hand.
“Who do you think you are, closing the door?! I saw everything in this disgusting house! Huh?! I saw it all! You’re in big trouble now!”
“Ugh, you’re still at it. Hey, Munyoung!”
“Yes.”
“Ah?! Who are you?!”
Munyoung, who was either with Junseo or waiting outside, grabs the woman under her armpits and pulls her away from the door. Finally, the door closes, and the lock clicks, bringing some peace to the outside. Junseo, who had just returned from the village, had no idea that this chaos would be waiting for him at the entrance. His face is grim.
“Junseo!”
“You’re back?”
“Why didn’t you come sooner!”
As if rehearsed, the family clings to him in their underwear. They start stripping off his black suit and the red shirt underneath, rubbing their bodies against him. They look less like a family and more like pigs being raised by a human, reacting to their owner’s return.
“Huuuuh…”
Junseo sighs deeply, wondering what to think of his family.
It’s the same sigh the sisters had been making just moments ago.
That makes them hesitate, but…
“Junseo?”
“First, take off everything you’re wearing.”
Despite Junseo’s slightly angry tone, they honestly and happily obey his command.
