Suspiciously Close Siblings 158

Chapter 158 – 158. Dreams

The house has become quite messy.
My father, the new tenant, had quite a bit more luggage than we thought, and we were also busy moving things.
I tried to move everything, including desks, computers, and clothes, so no matter how many people I called, I was tired of just packing.
Moving clothes was also a chore.
We use her closet, but it’s not there, so my mom told me to take her own and take her closet.
Even though the weather was crazy and it was quite hot, there was still a long way before summer, but there were times when I wondered what I was doing because I was already organizing my clothes, emptying the closet and filling it up.
It was fortunate that the refrigerator and washing machine were originally there.
Being independent isn’t easy.
I realized before I even started.

However, while moving all the luggage to be moved, I decided to buy a new bed.
If not, once every other week.
If possible, I plan to go home every weekend, but I need a place to sleep.
It’s not that far, and you can get there right away by taking the subway.
You have to bring something like side dishes.
Like pickled plums or myeongnamul.
Because there are many delicious side dishes for mom.

“Oh, I finally moved everything.”
“It’s all moved, now.”

The luggage was still rolling around in lumps, but somehow it was all moved.
The dishes are stacked in layers in the kitchen, and the curtains are tightly hung with thick ones.
In winter, the room was well equipped with a bed, a desk and a closet.
Double the same size as single.
Since I put only one pillow on it, it feels like a single person right now.

“And. Brother’s room is very desolate.”
“Right. It would be better for you to sleep in the living room rather than in your room, hey.”
“Don’t you think our family favors younger siblings too much, Mom?”
“What are you talking about when you picked your room, son?”
“Ah, I’m not my family member.”

My cramped room had only a desk and a chair without a bed, but there was no need to add more.
Of course, we bought the bed with our own money, and my father doesn’t even know what kind of bed he bought.
I don’t think he would secretly come here alone because of his personality.
It’s even weirder to notice when we haven’t lived together for a long time.

“Now all you have to do is tidy up. ⋯Good job, my kids.”
“We came out because we were forced to, what?”
“You didn’t leave, your mother kicked you out. I hate to see your face.”

The reason why I came out early was our will, but also my mother’s influence.
Living together, it was certain that her father would find out someday, and her mother did not want that.
The father decided to convince her mother.
He boasted that he couldn’t move because he had a lot of sins against him anyway, and that he would take care of it himself.

“Even if it’s a joke, it hurts me if you say that, Mom.”
“Oops. Are you hurt, my daughter?”
“Oh, mom, don’t do it! It tickles!”

I’m sorry that I felt like I was passing the burden on you.
And thank you.
I didn’t want to feel that feeling again.
If you live a life where you can understand, someday you will have a chance to speak with your mouth.

“Eww, my daughter tickles, but she gets really good at it.”
“It’s because my mom tickled me so well!”

Confession is like that, right?
It’s just a procedure to confirm at the point where you already know each other, and confessing doesn’t mean that the feelings you didn’t have come out of nowhere.

“Okay okay. ⋯It’s already time like this. I’ll go back to see mom.”
“Are you staying a little longer already?”
“What more? Is there anything else I can do besides helping you organize your luggage?”
“There is nothing in particular, but…”
“I’m not there, so I’ll go, Mom. I put a few side dishes in the refrigerator, so warm up at least Hetbahn and have a good dinner.”
“I take care of myself.”

If we treat our father like a father and live happily enough that no one else can say anything, then my father won’t object too much.
Three of the four members of the family join hands and ask for it. What can I do?
At least as long as she doesn’t do anything to scold us, she’ll be fine.

“Live well, both of you. ⋯Don’t make Mom angry and bring them both home.”
“Yes.”
“We do most of the chores anyway…”
“Oh no, really. Why is my son so insensitive? Mom, when you say something like this, just correct it.”
“I’ll see you again if it’s just next weekend, but since you suddenly did that, it’s really like that.”
“Okay okay. Son is right ⋯ Anyway, I’ll go see Mom. “
“Yes. Take a look.”
“You have to watch out for the car on the way back, Mom!”
“Okay. See you both next week?”
“Yes.”

After opening her front door and seeing off her mother as she walked down the stairs, she realized something about her was welling up in her heart.
She wasn’t sad or depressed or anything negative.
My mother had become a bit more sensitive, too, because she didn’t feel sad.

“⋯What is it? As soon as Mommy leaves.”
“Stay still for a moment, brother.”
“I need to sort out my luggage first.”
“Don’t be loud, just once.”

Of course, Winter became quite emotional.
As soon as my mom left, she clung to my back and hugged me so tightly that it hurt.
After that day, I haven’t had a chance to hug like this for a while.
Rather, he was much more reluctant than before to speak.
Now even mom knows that even the friendly skinship between brother and sister had different meanings.
Even if you understand, you don’t want to show it, and even if you understand, you don’t want to see it.

“⋯It’s been a long time since we hugged, so I feel very relieved, oppa.”
“Do you like hugging me that much?”
“Huh. I like it because it’s big enough to bury oppa’s body in.”
“Transformation.”
“I don’t want to hear that from a pervert.”
“What are you going to say?”

Both of them giggled and stood still for a long time, clinging to each other as they were.
When it’s quiet, that breathing and heartbeat that always tickle your ears.
How long have you been thinking and struggling to hear this sound?
Looking back, the more I look at it, the more it feels like a dream, and there are times when I don’t want to close my eyes and open them.
I’m afraid that maybe it’s a real dream.
When I pinched my cheek hard, I was sure it was real.

“⋯Let’s go to bed, oppa.”
“Hey. It is broad daylight.”
“What are you talking about, really? I want to sleep.”
“Because it is broad daylight. You thought it was weird pervert.”
“Stop playing around, take me to bed. My heart is beating so fast that I can’t stand.”
“What are you doing now?”

However, it was also true that every time I felt your body temperature, I wondered if reality could be like this.
Can it really be like this?
Can I dream
Can we live happily like this?
⋯With my sister.
Soon Do-soon Oh.
Can I just lie down in bed like this and fall asleep?

“Oh really! Don’t you have any sensitivity? ⋯ It was a dream. My dream has come true, so let me dream.”

Well, it’s a dream
You can arrange your dreams, right?
You can make your dreams come true.
Whether it was hard work or luck, I got caught.

She turns around to hug her brother and, like her waltz, takes her stride into your room.
As it is, walk to the side of the bed and release the hug,
Kyeol-gyeol is pushed and knocked down on the bed, and then lies down next to him.
As she turned her head to the side, an unreal sight filled her vision.
What’s this.
It makes no sense.

“⋯Is this a dream?”
“Well?”
“Pinch my cheek just once, winter.”
“Will it hurt?”
“Try anyway.”

When I asked my younger brother, who had become unrealistically beautiful, to play maniacally, he started harassing me obediently without muttering.
Oh, it doesn’t hurt
It was a dream too.
Earlier, when I pinched myself, it hurt, but it’s amazing.

“Why are you being untruthful, brother? Feel bad.”
“Just.”
“⋯Yap!”
“Evil! Hey!”

⋯ It hurts because I pinched it hard.
It was also real.
When she saw her sister lying beside her, who punished her so quickly when she misbehaved for no reason,
Reality is correct

“Are you awake?”
“I heard you.”
“If you heard it, don’t look at me blindly, there’s something you need to do.”
“What?”
“Are you going to keep doing that even though you know your brother?”
“Say it, say it.”

Perhaps he couldn’t hear my words asking for words, but he kept his mouth shut, grabbed my face with both hands, and buried it deep enough to get his nose stuck in his chest.
⋯ I’m going to turn around because of the smell.
I washed up at her mother’s house in the morning, but I was sweating a lot when I was packing up.
Do you want to know how much I suffered because of that pheromone mixed with the scent of my flesh?
Well, even if you don’t say it, you’ll know.

“There is no need to talk between you and me.”
“Why do you need it?”
“Didn’t we get along even if we didn’t talk?”
“Even with such a relationship, words are necessary.”

Still,
Even if everyone knew each other, words were necessary.
Like mom and dad
Because someday we will have no choice but to fight.

“Right now, I’m really really happy too, but there won’t be only happy days like this in my life.”

There are definitely days when I feel bad.
In the meantime, I didn’t have enough time to worry about such trivial things, but I was busy comforting each other.
Now that I can afford it, I can’t help it.

“It hurts or it hurts. Sometimes I do things I don’t like. If there’s anything you’d like me to do, tell me. ⋯I’ll tell you everything. Because we have to live together for the rest of our lives.”
“⋯Say something cool for some reason, oppa.”
“What is it? I’m good at talking nonsense.”
“This time, I was a bit surprised that it was a really cool word, not a show.”
“If you’ve been through this and that, but you don’t grow up, is that a person?”
“Hehe. I know.”

So let’s talk about everything, let go of our emotions, and build understanding by talking to each other.
You just have to let go and live happily.
There are things that cannot be conveyed in words,
Because there are things that can only be conveyed with words.
So, I just wanted to hear it in words.

“Brother.”
“Why.”
“Kiss Me.”

Like this once
While sharing a heart that yearns for each other.
Words and gestures, subtle trembling eyes.
Fingers interlaced as if they had found their place when they touched each other while wandering in the air.
My belly button approaching to touch it alone, as if I wanted to hear a growling sound.

“⋯How?”
“Lightly. ⋯But seriously.”
“The front and back don’t match.”
“Your brother will take care of that part for you.”

But once you stop talking, your lips always match.
Light but bold.
Without being erotic, with only mouth to mouth,
I closed my eyes and shared my breath for a long time, wandering on the borderline between reality and dreams.
Take her mouth off, open her eyes.
Come back to reality and feel that you are by my side again,
We fell into a dream together while touching each other in the early afternoon.
There was no longer any need to fall asleep in suffocating hugs, yearning for each other.
Even if you don’t hold on tight, you won’t run away.

It wasn’t a dream, it was a reality, so there was no need to do that anymore.