Ch.183Mom, I Love You (6)

*Thud*

Chuk family martial arts style, special move number one, landed directly on Doche’s neck, causing him to collapse in the front yard with only a fading “Kuk” sound.

“Wh-what happened?”

“M-Master…!”

“No, it’s nothing. My dad has a habit of sleeping in the front yard surrounded by grass and soil when he’s tired.”

“S-such a habit… Your father must really love nature.”

“That’s right, though he loves Mom the most.”

Junsook picked up the collapsed Doche in a princess carry.

Despite Doche being a large man weighing over 190 pounds, Junsook lifted him effortlessly without showing any sign of strain.

“Dad, no matter how tired you are from running the kendo school, you shouldn’t fall asleep in the yard. I’ll take you to the office so you can rest there. Quietly.”

“Wow, Doyoung. You’re incredibly strong… Your father isn’t exactly small.”

“Please wait a moment. I’ll just take Dad to the dojo and come right back.”

It hadn’t been long since Solyoung’s wedding.

Fortunately, the kendo school was quiet and empty as it was still summer vacation in August.

Doche had only been at the dojo to check on equipment and facilities that needed repair during the break.

Of course, he never expected that he himself would end up being the most damaged.

“I’m sorry, Doyoung’s dad. But honestly, I was a little happy that you recognized me right away.”

Junsook placed the pale, unconscious Doche in a chair in the dojo office.

Though her method was somewhat violent, since it was Doche, he would probably recover from Junsook’s surprise attack after about an hour of sleep.

“I’ll definitely repay this debt later.”

She gently closed the eyes of Doche, who had fainted without being able to close them.

“With my body♥”

*Smooch*

Junsook left a small lip mark on the cheek of the unconscious Doche.

Though completely unconscious and pale, Doche’s body trembled slightly.

…

“My goodness, I’ve never visited my son’s friend’s house before, but somehow I’m visiting my son’s girlfriend’s house. Well, I suppose I would have to visit my son’s girlfriend’s home eventually?”

“Ah, Mom. You can put your shoes in the compartment down here.”

“Hmm, my son seems very familiar with Doyoung’s house?”

“W-well, it’s not my first time!”

Hamin, his mother, and Junsook took off their shoes and entered the living room.

Fortunately, there was still some time before Doyoung would return from her part-time job.

Judging by the shoes in the shoe rack, it seemed Siyoung hadn’t returned home either.

“Wow, the house is so spotless!”

“R-really?”

Since Junsook had thoroughly cleaned before going shopping,

the interior of the house was sparkling clean without a speck of dust.

“As expected of a kendo family that teaches discipline and etiquette, everything is so neatly organized. Hamin and I live in an even smaller house but often neglect cleaning… We should learn from you and work harder.”

“Oh, it’s just my mother who works hard on cleaning. We don’t really do much…”

“Oh, then I should get closer to Doyoung’s mother. Maybe I can learn some cleaning secrets from her?”

“Oh my. It’s embarrassing to receive such praise…”

“…Um, ma’am. You’re not being praised as Doyoung right now, so that response…”

“Oops, I’m sorry, Hamin. I got carried away with joy from receiving compliments about the clean house.”

Despite knowing she was supposed to be acting as Doyoung, Junsook’s lips unconsciously curled into a smile when her cleaning was praised.

Her husband Doche, though diligent, lacked attention to detail and was poor at thorough cleaning unless nagged or pressured.

As for her daughters Doyoung and Siyoung, what more needed to be said?

Without her nagging, they would spread their busyness beyond their own rooms into others’.

Ever since Solyoung, who could actually keep her room tidy, had moved out,

Junsook was the only one in the household who could clean properly.

“Oh, that frame there. Is that your family photo, Doyoung?”

Hami asked, looking at a large frame hanging above the sofa in the living room.

“Ah, yes. It’s from when the children were in elementary school… I mean, when I was in elementary school…!”

“Hehehe, Doyoung’s childhood appearance is so cute. And so are your younger sibling and older brother.”

“R-right? I think that was when I was cutest and best. Now they’ve both grown stubborn… always messing up their rooms…”

“Doyoung…?”

“Ah, no… I’m sorry. I was just reflecting on how much trouble I’ve caused my mom compared to back then.”

Hearing Junsook’s hastily made excuse, Hami smiled and stood on her tiptoes to pat her head.

“W-why are you doing that…?”

“It’s okay to give your mom a hard time when you’re young. Actually, if children are too obedient from a young age, mothers end up feeling guilty. Thinking, ‘I’ve been imposing my circumstances on my child…'”

As Hami patted Junsook, thinking she was Doyoung,

her gaze occasionally drifted toward her son Hamin.

“Always make sure to express what you want to say or what you desire. Well, I’m sure Doyoung’s mother knows this well, having raised a daughter like you.”

“…She does know. Though I’m often sorry for not being able to follow through properly.”

“Hmm? How would you know that, Doyoung?”

“Oh, because my mom said something similar!”

“I see… I think I’ll get along well with Doyoung’s mother! I can’t wait to meet her!”

She was already meeting her.

“Ah, then that person next to your father in the photo must be Doyoung’s mother!”

“Hiccup.”

Hami pointed at the photo of Junsook, who was smiling elegantly next to Doche.

“Hmm…? Doyoung’s face and her mother’s face…”

Hami looked back and forth between the Junsook in the photo and the Junsook in front of her.

A sense of discomfort spread across Hami’s face at the uncanny similarity between the two faces.

“…Sssip.”

Even though her identity hadn’t been exposed yet, Junsook unconsciously pursed her lips when Hami pointed at her photo.

Her hand reflexively tensed into a knife-hand position, but her other hand stopped it.

“Y-you really look alike, don’t you, Mom? It’s as shocking as when Doyoung saw Mom shopping at the supermarket and thought it was me cross-dressing during a school trip!”

“It really is! Doyoung, really…! You’re such a carbon copy of your mom! Why did you mistake me for Hamin in drag, seriously!”

“I-I could only think of you as the person I love…! Ahaha!”

Noticing the tension in Junsook’s right hand, Hamin quickly redirected Hami’s suspicion in another direction.

“Thank you, Hamin…! If a kiss from Doyoung isn’t enough, let me know later…! I’ll add a humble middle-aged woman’s kiss too…!”

“D-don’t say such dangerous things…! Doyoung would kill me…!”

Thanks to Hamin’s timely diversion, the question of why the Junsook in the photo and the Doyoung before them looked identical

led to the conclusion that Doyoung and Junsook simply resembled each other greatly, like Hami and Hamin.

“But really… looking again, Doyoung really takes after her mother. You could be sisters… no, I’d believe it if someone said you were the same person.”

“I-I hear that a lot….”

They were the same person.

“…W-well, let’s not just stand here. Let’s go up to my room.”

“Oh, Doyoung’s room! I’m certainly curious! Though I wonder if it’s okay for us to enter so casually?”

Junsook extended her arm, guiding the two toward the stairs leading to the third floor where Doyoung’s room was located.

If she kept Hami in the living room with the family photos any longer, her disguise might soon be discovered.

“Come on! My room is the second one on the third floor…!”

“Hehe, then excuse us for the intrusion!”

“Yes, please make yourselves comfortable…”

As Junsook tried to lead Hami away from her photo and toward Doyoung’s room,

“…Ah.”

Only then did she remember what she had forgotten.

That Doyoung and Siyoung’s rooms were currently in a “pigsty” state with no cleaning done at all.

…

“It’s a room with… quite a personality… Unlike the living room and kitchen touched by the mother’s calm hand, this shows Doyoung’s free-spirited character…”

“You can just say it’s dirty…. It’s the truth.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

Junsook, who had to pretend to be Doyoung, had to introduce this pigsty as her own room to Hami.

Hamin cleared away some clothes to make a place for his mother to sit.

Though he was momentarily flustered by the occasional panties and bras that were buried like booby traps,

he gathered them with his eyes tightly shut and moved them to places where his mother’s gaze wouldn’t reach.

“Um, please find somewhere suitable to sit and rest. I’ll go down to the kitchen to get something to drink…”

“I’m home!”

*Clank!*

Just as she was about to open the door to go down to the kitchen after leaving the two in Doyoung’s room,

the door opened from the outside before Junsook could grab the handle.

“Ah, it’s so hot! I’m drenched in sweat from coming home! I need to take off my bra and shower first…”

“…”

Doyoung, who had returned home sweating profusely, and

Junsook in a school uniform faced each other across the threshold.

“…”

“…”

Junsook in a school uniform.

Hami tilting her head in confusion.

And Hamin making a gesture with his index finger asking to keep the secret.

“…Heh.”

In that instant, after seeing all three of their faces simultaneously, Doyoung seemed to realize something

and smiled wickedly.

“Th-this is, well…”

*Slam!*

Before Junsook could say anything to Doyoung,

Doyoung closed her room door herself.

“Huh? For a moment, it looked like there were two Doyoungs…”

“M-maybe it was because of the mirror? It might have looked that way because of the full-length mirror next to Doyoung’s door…”

“Is that so…?”

*Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap!*

And not long after the door closed, the sound of someone running fiercely up the stairs.

As the three turned their heads toward the door in surprise at the sound,

*Creeak*

The closed door opened again from the outside,

revealing a woman with a mango-scented bracelet and a face covered in sweat droplets.

“Oh my, I had no idea such precious guests had arrived…”

“D-Doyoung…?”

“Nice to meet you, Doyoung’s mom… I’m, I’m Chuk Juksoon.”

“It’s Junsook, not Juksoon…!”

Doyoung’s tongue was tied from the very beginning.