episode_0055

After a delicious lunch, I headed to the living room sofa as usual. My sofa attendance rate has increased compared to last year due to the unusually warm winter, but the living room sofa is a piece of furniture that deserves to be loved all year round…

It was natural that a fierce competition for sofas would take place as spring arrived.

“It’s narrow, so should I go over there?”

“Danhwa, I went through so much trouble to bring this sofa from this furniture store… Shouldn’t you at least guarantee me this much space?”

“That’s why I gave you a lot back then. You were always squatting on a separate sofa.”

That’s the thing called a sofa.

Most of them are made up of a main room that is wide enough for one adult man to lie down, and a sub room that feels cramped when one man sits down, but has a little more space when one woman sits down.

When I first settled down in the shelter with my uncle, I gave up the main sofa to him and went to work on the sub sofa every time.

Of course, the village chief provided the shelter, but it was he who used his connections and he was the one who found and transported the sofa.

Clearly, the old man was significantly more involved in securing the shelter and arranging the sofa.

However, when talking about the contribution of buildings and furniture, one aspect that cannot be overlooked is the aspect of continuous management.

Just as a perfectly new building will start to look shabby if it is not maintained for a year or even just half a year, the same goes for the sofa.

Has the old man ever cleaned a sofa? NO.

Does that mean the old man has never farted on the sofa? NO.

Has the old man ever abused the sofa with his heavy body? NO.

When I considered this part, the old man clearly failed in terms of maintenance. Rather, I could say that my contribution was clearly higher than the old man’s.

Moreover, it is true that in terms of interior design, it scores higher for someone like me who cares about hygiene and cleanliness and wears minimal clothing even in a shelter to lie down on the sofa than for someone with a bushy beard and a dirty look like an old man to lie down on the sofa.

They say that a house isn’t just for showing off to others, but shouldn’t there be nothing embarrassing about showing off to others?

“Go over there quickly. I can’t straighten my legs properly because of that old man.”

I pushed the old man’s butt with my foot. Of course, he was big enough to be discussing abuse on the sofa, so I didn’t push him properly.

“No, this is me…”

“If you’re not satisfied, bring another one. I think you’d like me lying on this sofa more than you. Now, hurry.”

‘Tuktuktuktuktuk!’

I pushed the old man away by quickening the tempo of my feet as if I was trying to urge a horse that wouldn’t listen, and the old man just stared blankly at me for a while before showing signs that he was about to get up.

“It would be better if you got out of the way earlier. I can rest comfortably, and you can rest comfortably. It’s a win-win situation for both of us…?”

The man, who I thought would get up from his seat and move towards the sub-sofa, cast a shadow over my body.

No, why aren’t you going where this old man tells you to go? Why are you here?

“I think I should lie down at least once this week.”

After saying that, the old man suddenly hugged me. It happened so quickly that I had no idea how to react.

Ah, the sofa is getting farther away. My paradise, my resting place…!

And here I was, landing on a relatively uncomfortable sub-sofa that required my legs to stick out and my body to be somewhat hunched over like a shrimp, and I couldn’t even remember the last time I sat down.

“If your shoes are your size, this is just right. That sofa is too much. If you lie down like that, what’s the difference between that and a bed? Since long ago, the owner of a sofa has to rest his head on the armrest and stretch out to hear people say, “Oh, that guy is hitting the sofa.””

“Who the hell is talking like that? I was here before you today! Don’t you know this is a clear abuse of authority? Huh? This is a human rights violation, a violation of freedom, and a matter that should be brought to court for the right to subrogation!”

I grabbed the old man who was about to throw me on the sofa and head for the main sofa and kicked him hard. Every time my foot hit the old man’s chest with a ‘thud! thud!’, it felt like I was kicking a cement floor, but I couldn’t let that kind of resistance take away my rights.

“Ouch! If you let go of this… Ouch!”

“You shameless little brat. You’re forcing someone on me when I’m just going to lie down on the sofa!”

He grabbed the old man’s face with his hands and pulled it here and there as if he was tearing at it.

The face of an adult man, rough and lacking elasticity, stretched in places where it shouldn’t have, creating a comical appearance.

“If you keep coming, you’ll be fine!!”

“What if I don’t let go? What can the old man do? ”

I found it funny how the old man, with his face like a mess, was talking like a warning. He was completely subdued by me, but he was still talking.

“Huh?!”

The ticklish sensation spreading from both sides of my body made me lose all strength for a moment. I almost let go of the man who was holding me hostage.

“What can we do? Okay, let’s go all the way to see who gets the sofa today.”

“Don’t take your hands off? If you tickle me, it’s a real war. Huh? I can’t stay still either…! Aah! Heuk?!”

What the hell is this crazy old man doing? He uses people’s weaknesses to his advantage and acts lethally like this?

Originally, I was the type of person who wouldn’t get tickled by someone’s side, but children are naturally more susceptible to ticklish things. The problem was that my natural tolerance disappeared because my body got smaller.

“Hahahaha! Danhwa, what can you do? What can you do!”

“Euhihehehehehehe…! This, this hurehihahaha, Ahhh!!!”

“Unfortunately, this is the eye level between you and me. Just hand over the sofa and be quiet like before!”

If we continue like this, the sofa…! We have to do something about it.

I racked my brain. The old man’s thick arms and large hands were stuck to my sides like siege weapons, so it was difficult to get them off.

As things stand, the only thing I can choose is a zero-sum game that forces me to bleed to death.

I was able to move one hand that was grabbing the old man’s face, one to his beard, and the other to his head, while soothing my body that was trembling like crazy from the tickling.

Although not as attached to their hair as women, men also have their own feelings about their hair.

Normally, you wash your hair roughly, comb it roughly, and dry it roughly, but one day, when you look in the mirror and see the crown or bangs clearly, your heart suddenly sinks. That’s the natural order of things.

“Ah! Eww! Dana! Don’t let go of this…! Kkwaak!”

This was my best move, based on my experience of seeing a lot of hair and thick, tangled fur in the old man’s room when I was cleaning the shelter diligently, and I remembered that even the old man, who was superhuman, didn’t have superhuman hair.

“Hehehe, let’s go all the way, huh? Where are you going to keep tickling me? It’d be much faster for your lawn to turn into a desert than for my side to disappear?”

“Kkaaaak!!!”

“Where did the person who said, ‘This is the eye level between you and me’ go? Huh? Huh?”

He took advantage of the situation by repeating back what the old man said. Judging from the moisture in the old man’s eyes, it seemed that he was quite sad about having to say goodbye to his blood-like hair.

It was clear to me that if I just gave him a little more strength and pulled out a few hairs, he would immediately raise the white flag and surrender.

“Okay, I’ll give you one last chance. If you swear, ‘I will never look down on Mr. Danhwa’s sofa again and will act appropriately,’ I will stop mowing down your precious lawn.”

I waited for the old man’s reaction. Judging from the way his eyes were rolling around, he must have been busy calculating in his head. No, is there such a thing as calculating? It’s common sense that hair is much more important than a sofa.

I put more force into my hands to help the indecisive old man make a decision. I could feel the delicate grass struggling against my strength and trying to hold onto the old man’s scalp.

“Okay, okay! You swore?!!!”

“Woohahahahaha! You don’t think I’ll just give up? Haven’t you ever heard the saying, “As much as you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you!” Just as you know my weaknesses, I know yours too!!”

“Huh!? Hehehe?! That, that’s not it…!”

The man’s hands began to tickle my armpits and inner thighs.

A strange sensation, incomparable to that of the side, hit my head, causing me to release the hand that was holding onto the old man’s beard, and as I felt something rushing in, I automatically tightened my grip on the old man’s hair.

“Ack! Kkaaaak!!!”

“Huh?!”

Hey, let’s see who wins!

*

Hwa-ryeon, Hye-ji, and Lina watched the two people fighting over the sofa and thought, ‘What a shame that is.’

Is the sofa that important? If you want to roll around, why don’t you just go to the bed and roll around?

Surprisingly, all three of them sat down in the empty seats, thinking the same thing.

Danhwa and Dohun were so busy fighting to subdue each other that they had no idea that they were being watched.

Cheon Deuk, who had been watching the two with a pleased face, suddenly opened his mouth.

“Hahaha, it’s nice to see them like close siblings.”

“Oh, is that so, Dad?”

Hwa-ryeon did not agree with Cheon-deuk’s opinion. Hye-ji and Lina felt the same way, so they answered by looking at Cheon-deuk with a strange look, who was watching the two with a fatherly smile.

“Lovers tend to fight more than each other! It’s nice that they look bright, but still, that’s a bit…?”

“I’m sorry to say this to you, but it’s ugly.”

‘Nod, nod.’

Hwa-ryeon and Hye-ji nodded to Lina’s words.

Especially since Lina had managed to get rid of her jealousy towards Do-hoon with the special treatment of Dan-hwa throughout the winter, she was a little annoyed by Do-hoon’s attempt to take over the sofa by attacking even the parts related to her erogenous zone.

“You guys, you have to look at it in a bigger picture. But isn’t it true that it’s better for us if the two of them do that without even noticing than if Danhwayang growls at us?”

‘Nod, nod, nod.’

The three people who had not been able to empathize with Cheon-deuk’s words had no choice but to become one in this case and empathize. This was because they had all experienced being harassed by Dan-hwa several times.