Chapter 161 – Chapter 161
It was Eun-chae again this time who took care of Eun-seol’s after-drinking alcohol.
“Witch… Bad…”
At the end of Do-gyun’s gaze, Eun-chae was curled up on the sofa and whimpering.
The appearance of tossing and turning while cursing as much as possible was taking a puck or pitiful form.
Do-gyun, feeling sympathy welling up in him, suddenly felt the events of the previous day appearing in his mind.
‘… I did drink a little too much.’
Eun-seol drank a lot of alcohol whenever Eun-chae was next in line. He really is he’s drinking like crazy like there’s no tomorrow.
Only 6 bottles of Yangju were blown. Stop drinking and dry it, but how much trouble did you have to deal with after all, laughing at what was so fun?
“Oooooh…”
Moans heard again.
In response, Do-kyun gave Eun-chae honey water with an awkward smile on his lips.
“Now, if you eat this, you will feel better.”
“Yes…”
Stagger. Eun-chae stood up and drank the honey water.
“What do you think?”
“Witch… Bad…”
Doesn’t it work right away? When Do-gyun, who seemed a bit troubled, went to Eun-chae’s side and patted him on the back, Eun-chae leaned her head on Do-gyun’s chest and groaned.
‘Uh…’
The smell of alcohol was no joke.
‘… Do it in moderation.’
To be honest, he wasn’t in a position to say such a thing, but Do-gyun remembered that Eun-seol was a very young man.
… It was a thought that came to mind because of this vindictive hangover.
Do-kyun knew Eun-seol. Eun-seol did not pass on the hangover because of past grudges.
‘… Note.’
Secret notes of personalities.
Eun-seol was doing this because he didn’t want to pick out the commentary on the ‘witch’ that he wrote in every part he wrote.
The grounds were sufficient. Didn’t he check it clearly with his own eyes?
=
What’s your order this week? 〈- witch
└ You’re goeunchae, fuck you. 〈- witch
=
A hot-blooded figure that beats and beats right away.
Do-gyun, who remembered him, shook his head.
“Bee…”
I heard Eun-chae’s words while I was thinking. At that, Do-gyun’s gaze turned to Eun-chae again.
“Oh, huh?”
“I’m hungry.”
“Oh, wait a minute. I’ll even kill you.”
“Meat.”
“Yes? But don’t eat anything oily in it…”
“Meat.”
Do-gyun and Eun-chae’s eyes collided. Eun-chae continued her words again, raising her determined eyes while covering her dead face.
“Meat.”
“… Then with meat porridge.”
“Yes.”
Only then did Do-gyun laugh at Eun-chae’s expression, and raise his body.
Oh, it was an unstoppable love of meat.
*
Dalgrak. Bowls and cutlery collide and make noise. Do-gyun sat down at the table and let out a laugh as he watched Eun-chae across from the porridge eat only the meat.
“If you eat like that, you will get sick.”
“… Vegetables are good.”
What is it?
The answer to do it while quietly avoiding your eyes is spectacle.
Do-gyun pouted her lips and watched Eun-chae eat her meat again, and suddenly remembered that he had something to ask her.
“Oh right. Eunchae.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you know anything about Eunbyul? I wonder why Eunbyeol was born, or something like that.”
It was a question I really wanted to ask.
He wanted to find out something about Eun-byeol right away, but Eun-byeol didn’t even want to tell him, and Eun-seol didn’t know much about him either.
In that situation, since Eun-chae had absorbed four personalities that had similar mechanisms to Eun-byeol, it was a question that hung on to such a thread of hope, wondering if Eun-chae knew something that could be a clue.
“… I don’t know.”
The answer that came back was also not very satisfactory.
Do-gyun let out a chuckle, recalling the thought, ‘Is that so, too?’, Then continued with a nod of his head.
“Well, then there is nothing you can do. Don’t worry too much.”
“Yes…”
“It will cool down. Gotta eat.”
Nod Eun-chae nodded.
Like that, while Eun-chae was swaying to death, Do-gyun was looking at him.
“… Bee.”
Eun-chae’s words continued again.
Eun-chae’s gaze turned to Do-gyun. His expression was slightly troubled. His hand was twitching and rubbing the spoon he was holding.
“Yes?”
“… Eunbyul doesn’t know, but the other kids do.”
Pop.
Do-gyun’s movements stopped at the words he heard.
A thought of ‘Oops’ came to mind in Do-gyun.
It was because he understood at once what Eunchae was talking about.
He must be referring to the four personalities he swallowed.
In response to his own question, Eun-chae seemed to recall a bad memory. Do-gyun felt his expression begin to frown at that thought.
‘… I can’t.’
He struggled to control his expression and brought a smile to his face.
Eun-chae would notice if he saw this.
“You don’t have to think too deeply. Sorry, I made a mistake.”
“No.”
Again, Eunchae raised her head. His expression was slightly more determined than before.
“… Those kids, because I hurt them. I have to remember.”
Words handed over.
At that, Do-gyun suddenly felt a tight feeling in his stomach.
“… You don’t have to.”
As Do-gyun responded to Eun-chae’s words, he remembered that he was saying something very cowardly.
To put it in perspective, those personalities were swallowed up by Eunchae regardless of her will.
No matter how much they should have been integrated, they would have had their pains and wanted things as well.
But didn’t you lose all of that and integrate with Eunchae?
In terms of logic, Eun-chae should be held responsible for the situation.
However, Eun-chae was more precious to Do-gyun than the four personalities he had never seen before.
Eunchae was much more precious to Dokyun, to the extent that he had never directly told the story of the four personalities, and to the extent that Eunchae returned the words without recognizing them.
So, Do-gyun hoped that Eun-chae would not be sad because of those personalities.
“Because the one who hurt me was a bad person. I have to apologize.”
Unknowingly, Eun-chae had become a stronger child than Do-gyun had thought.
While Do-gyun looked at Eun-chae with a hard face and pursed his lips, Eun-chae’s words continued once again.
“Because not apologizing is a really bad person. Eun-chae can’t do that.”
“Eunchae…”
“By the way, Eun-chae doesn’t know how to apologize. So, can Bee teach you?”
The calm, long-suffering words ended in asking for help.
As Do-gyun looked at Eun-chae, who was waiting for an answer, he felt an indescribable feeling.
Since when did he have such thoughts?
In addition, have you been thinking about it alone without revealing it until now?
While such questions continued, Do-gyun nodded his head with a relaxed expression different from the one before, feeling proud of why Eun-chae even sought help after worrying so much.
“… Sure.”
*
Nodding his head at Eun-chae’s request for help, Do-gyun, who came out to the living room again, sat face to face with Eun-chae and glared at the sketchbook spread out on the floor.
To explain why this situation is like this, it is because the way Do-gyun and Eun-chae apologized to the personalities they were worried about was to resolve their lingering feelings.
Let’s apologize even belatedly by releasing the lingering feelings of those personalities that have not been resolved yet and still remain traumatized.
The story ended like that, and this situation was prepared to relieve the lingering feelings of the person who wanted to draw first.
It was art time.
Do-gyun held a colored pencil in his hand and asked a question while watching Eun-chae glaring at the sketchbook.
“So, what should we draw?”
Eun-chae raised her head.
Her face was full of worry.
Eyes colliding for a long time. At the end, Eunchae tilted her head and opened her mouth.
“Fish?”
Do-gyun’s eyes were tightly closed.
‘I expected it, but… !’
It was a bit disastrous.
The integration of Eun-chae was not the same as the case of Eun-ah.
Eunchae’s unilateral absorption.
Therefore, the memories of the personalities are not completely harmonized with Eun-chae and are positioned as separate elements, and as such, the characteristics of those personalities are also not connected to Eun-chae.
Should it be the result? The combination of Eun-chae, who does not know art because he did not inherit the characteristics, and Do-gyun, who does not know anything about art, is complete.
Do-gyun looked at Eun-chae with his head tilted and the white sketchbook.
“Shall we draw something first?”
I just spit out those words.
Eun-chae nodded at him, and what began to be completed was a school of fish that filled a page in the sketchbook.
Watching the schools of fish filling up the empty space gradually, really densely, without any gaps, Do-gyun felt that for some reason his mood was getting worse.
Why do I feel this way?
No, what does that picture mean?
After pondering for a while, Do-gyun realized where the problem was in the painting.
“… Eunchae, wait.”
“Yes?”
“I don’t think this is.”
Saying that, Do-gyun took up his sketchbook and flipped through a piece of paper.
‘… I must have had claustrophobia.’
This is the first fact that even Do-gyun realizes. Do-gyun had xenophobia. In addition, the picture of the fish filled with the silver bells stimulated Do-Kyun’s xenophobic without hesitation.
“It hurts my eyes when I draw it so small. Shall we draw it a little bigger this time?”
“Yeah.”
Eun-chae nodded.
Eun-chae accepted the sketchbook that Do-gyun had given her, and lay down on the floor again and started drawing fish with all her heart.
Large body. Crinkly eyes. And…
‘You don’t have to describe the scales in such detail!’
The claustrophobia relapsed.
Do-gyun closed his eyes tightly and spoke to Eun-chae while trying to make a smile.
“Eunchae really draws pictures carefully. Don’t forget the scales.”
“Yeah, carp scales are pretty.”
A little excited.
After hearing that, even Do-gyun didn’t have the courage to dry Eunchae anymore.
The only thing Do-gyun could do was shed tears of blood while watching the carp with the tight scales that Eun-chae had completed.
“Wow, wow… It’s really pretty.”
“Yeah, koi are pretty.”
After saying that, Eun-chae looked at the carp she had drawn, skipped her saliva, and spoke again.
“… And it’s delicious.”
Oh so so-.
The moment I hear the words, the chicken meat sprouts without my knowledge.
Do-gyun, filled with embarrassment, responded with an awkward smile.
“That, is it?”
“Yes.”
Do-gyun’s gaze turned to Eun-chae.
A dangerous look somewhere.
That thought popped into my mind.
‘… Is this right?’
It was a question too late.
