Chapter 219 – The Twins Make Love.
Standing in front of the closet, Sujin opened both doors wide.
It was a house where only one daughter was raised, so Sujin was truly Geum Ok-yeop.
Her Sujin’s parents were raising her with great care.
Sujin opened her dresser and looked around at the clothes she had.
Brightly colored clothes…
Since she doesn’t usually wear bright colors, it was difficult for Sujin to find clothes in the colors Seho told her about.
“Neither this… Nor this…”
Su-jin digs up her clothes, which her mother had put so much effort into folding.
“Soojin, let’s eat fruit~”
Sujin’s mother, who had been cutting her melons for her daughter who had just returned from school, couldn’t help but be surprised.
“Oh…! Sujin, what are you doing?”
As Su-jin pulled out almost all of her clothes from her closet and laid them out on her bed, Su-jin’s mother put her plate down on her desk and asked her daughter, embarrassed.
“Doesn’t exist…”
“What is missing?”
“I don’t have any yellow clothes.”
Sujin looks devastated as if she has lost her world.
“Why don’t I have yellow clothes? Mom?”
She told Sujin that the reason she didn’t have yellow clothes was simple.
The biggest thing was that Sujin didn’t cheer so passionately for her yellow color itself, and it was because yellow didn’t look so pretty in her mother’s eyes.
“Why is Sujin suddenly looking for yellow clothes? Does she want a yellow suit?”
She thought it could be, but she was Sujin’s mother who suddenly wondered why she was stuck in yellow.
“Huh. I wear yellow.”
“Why?”
“Count…”
She tried to tell her that Seho told her that yellow was pretty, but Seho’s voice passed through her head.
[It’s a secret that I gave you this instead.]
A secret that only Seho and Sujin share.
If she broke her promise here, Sujin was seized with fear that she might no longer have a special relationship with Seho.
“Count?”
As her mother repeated her daughter’s hesitant words, Sujin vigorously shook her head.
“I want new clothes!”
Sujin manages to successfully drift somehow.
When she secretly noticed her mother, her mother laughed at her absurdity, but she soon complied with her daughter’s request.
“Then, shall we go shopping for new clothes with Mom this weekend?”
“Yeah… I want a yellow one. Boo… Pink too!”
“Do you already have a pink one?”
“I still want more! More!”
It was the first time that her child had appealed to her clothes like this, so Sujin’s mother thought positively.
“Yes, yes. Let’s go shopping for Sujin’s clothes with her dad and mom this Saturday. Got it?”
“Huh!”
This gave Sujin a chance that she might be able to escape the number 10, she thought.
* * *
Seho and Sehwa’s weekend schedule wasn’t that busy.
It wasn’t that they didn’t go to private academies on weekdays, so the couple, who hadn’t yet thought of making them study until the weekend, are supporting each other so that they can learn what they want.
“Mom! I will score a goal today too!”
Seho, who didn’t usually prepare well, got up earlier than anyone else to pack a water bottle and equipment when he went to the children’s soccer club.
“Seho. How many goals are you going to score today?”
“As many as possible!”
Se-ho runs around the house to warm up even though he hasn’t even started yet.
“…Noisy.”
The main character of the voice is Sehwa, who comes down from the second floor rubbing her eyes.
Sehwa thought of her twins, who were faithful to their instincts on weekends, like beasts.
“Sehwa. You woke up early~”
When Minho, who was getting ready to go out to give her Seho a ride, greeted her in the morning while brushing her teeth, Sehwa sprinted down the stairs and hugged her father by the waist.
“Dad. He’s noisy…”
…The effect was amazing.
“It’s Seho. Don’t run You get hurt before you go.”
A father who had no intention of stopping it just a moment ago, but his attitude changed suddenly at the words of her daughter.
However, Seho, who had already fallen into his own world, did not stop his feet, thinking that his chair was the opponent’s defender.
“Shout~”
He and his wife burst into laughter as they saw their son who was delusional and even held a ceremony.
The two of them were far from that kind of personality, but who the hell did they resemble?
In Naeun’s opinion, liking sports probably resembles her maternal grandfather.
My maternal grandfather used to play light catch with Seho whenever he went down the country.
“Sehwa should also go to art later.”
“Huh. Today, I’m going to draw a potted plant at my house, which was pictured last time.”
Sehwa boasted overwhelming paintings to see if she was born with Naeun’s dexterity.
To put it bluntly, the teacher at the art academy said, “Don’t you have any intention of asking me to paint properly?”
Naeun and Minho both praised her talent, but she concluded that she should push for what she wanted to do as the child grew up.
“If you draw that well, would it be okay if I gave you one of her maternal grandmothers?”
“…If you draw it beautifully.”
I already gave one to my in-laws.
When I recall what her mother loved so much, she was the Naeun that she wanted to do for her mother as well.
“Sehwa looks like her mother, so she will draw well this time too.”
“Son! Let’s go now!”
Dad put on shoes at the entrance, and Seho and Ododo also ran and put on soccer boots.
“Depart!”
“Let’s go~”
Naeun waved her hand at her rich man from the front door.
Seho really liked riding in the car with her dad.
“You must fasten your seat belt. Seho.”
“Huh!”
It wasn’t really a big reason, but Seho liked to ride in the front seat.
I can see the front and feel like I’ve become an adult.
Usually, when the whole family moved together, this seat was always her mother’s seat.
It takes about 20 minutes to the nearby soccer field.
Since he usually took classes for about two hours, Minho was always worried about stopping by his house or buying a coffee and watching his son.
“Shuk. Shushuk.”
My son who is frantically twisting his body around, maybe he is practicing soccer.
“It’s Seho. Dad is driving.”
“Shuk. Shushuk.”
In the end, it was Seho who stopped only after Minho squeezed the honey chestnut.
“I’ll be back!”
After confirming that Seho had safely entered the playground, Minho turned the car around and entered the large cafe Chaein.
“One Iced Americano.”
Minho, who always had a laptop in his trunk, took a coffee and went up to the second floor of Juseom Juseom and took a seat by the window.
Writer Midwinter.
10 years of web novel experience.
Minho, who has continued to make quite famous hits, has already accumulated considerable wealth with other secondary creations.
[I imprisoned her] Was not only published as a webtoon of hers, but also animated.
For Midwyeol, who also succeeded in a similar level of box office success with several of his next works, novels are now closer to a hobby.
The title of this work is [Marriage stamp carefully.]
“Hmm… Here…”
Minho never regretted her own marriage, but as she watched the marriages of people around her, she had a hunch that a very good novel would come out.
It was written in the big frame of parenting and romance, but if you peel the inside lightly, what resembles the inside is the joys and sorrows of life.
Minho, who was writing a scene where she puts her kids to bed and cooks ramen alone, had to thank her family for the temperature once again.
“For now, write this much…”
Even after standing for an hour, I could still write half a page.
The speed of writing was still the same regardless of career.
Minho, who wanted to pick up Seho again and go home, parked and entered the stadium…
“Heh…! Heck…! Heck…!”
Two boys running on the perimeter of a soccer field, not playing soccer.
Looking at the uniform, it seems that the number of members of the children’s soccer club is correct…
Minho, who came a little closer, automatically frowned.
Because one of the kids running was Seho.
– Beep!
Soon after, the teacher’s whistle blew, and the children gathered in the center after the game, and the two boys who were running on the outskirts breathed heavily and walked toward it.
“Okay. Everyone worked hard today, and now I’m going to finish the stretch!”
Minho, who sat leaning against the crowd and drank leftover coffee, wondered what on earth his son had done and sent him to play soccer.
“Ji-hoon and Se-ho! From now on, we will not play again and do physical training. Do you understand?”
When the teacher spoke to the two in a warning tone, the two children pursed their lips and answered.
“Yes.”
“…Yes.”
“Okay. Then, I’ll stop here for today~”
When the teacher announced the dissolution, the children each turned their heads to find their parents.
“Seho!”
When Min-ho gestured toward Se-ho, her son approached Min-ho with a face that was in a bad mood, in contrast to when he left.
“What’s wrong? Something happened today so I couldn’t even play soccer.”
“…Jihoon did something wrong.”
I wanted the end of the story, but it was someone else’s fault for coming back.
“Seho, you have to talk slowly. Daddy won’t understand if you say that.”
When Minho scolded Seho, Seho finally gave Minho the right information.
“…A kid like you said it didn’t make sense that Sehwa and I were twins, so we got into a fight while playing soccer.”
Minho let out a deep sigh, wondering how a child like this little ssam chicken appeared.
