episode_0051

Yeonseo, who had cleaned up the abalone porridge, turned on the TV and changed the channels while I was washing the dishes.

Even though I’m the type of person who doesn’t let dishes pile up, I had to deal with everything from the cutting board, so I was losing a little bit of time.

Then suddenly the TV volume turned up and a soft, yet not-so-boring classical song started playing.

“Youtube?”

“Yeah! Now I know I can play YouTube on my TV!”

The conversation with the saint who came over from Askria was now no less intense than that of the people here.

Yeonseo, who had mastered even the most modern online slang and abbreviations, would occasionally use inappropriate words, and except for when I had to correct them, she was indistinguishable from people in this world.

“I like this song so much that I wanted to listen to it together.”

This classical piece, supported by a piano and led by a violin plucking the strings, was one that I was familiar with.

The song itself was good, but I was genuinely happy that she wanted to listen to the music she liked with me.

After listening for a while, I pretended to know Yeonseo, who was smiling and looking forward to it.

“Elegant ghost?”

“Huh? How did you know?”

“I like this song too.”

When I answered while putting detergent on the dishes, Yeonseo smiled brightly.

“I see. We like the same songs.”

Come to think of it, we didn’t know what kind of songs each other liked.

It was a new and surprising experience, and I reflected on the fact that I had never had a conversation like this before.

As the song was ending, I gave Yeonseo a spell.

I want to know what kind of music Yeonseo likes.

“Can you keep playing the song that Yeonseo listens to a lot these days?”

“Really? Really? You can’t just say something if you don’t like it?”

I wanted to make that face smile even more, as it worried but couldn’t help but want to share it with me.

When I nodded happily, Yeonseo, who had become bright, quickly searched for the next YouTube video with the remote control.

Even I stutter when using the remote control, but the finger movements were not ordinary.

In the video that followed, the sound of a violin suddenly popped out with a sharp note.

The violin continues its solo for a while, and other string instruments follow suit, developing the song at a grand but urgent tempo.

I knew this song well too.

“It’s movie music, Jjapaguri.”

“How can you know right away after hearing it?!”

“I like this song too.”

“Right~.”

Yeonseo, who was surprised but also became even more excited when I consistently gave her positive responses, soon came over to me and chattered away.

“I listened to this song a lot when I was beating my pillow.”

“…Huh?”

“Recently, whenever I fight with Jinhyun and get upset, I play this song and hit my pillow a lot.”

“…….”

It’s scary to talk while single.

Boy, it was definitely warm just a moment ago.

It occurred to me out of the blue that Yeonseo had a talent for instantly turning the mood around with just a word or a facial expression.

If there is a flaw, it is that it mainly turns things in a negative direction.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided to ask this.

“Who hit the pillow?”

“Of course it’s Jinhyeon’s pillow.”

Somehow, the cushioning of my pillow has completely died out lately.

No matter how thickly I tried to sleep, my neck felt like it was straight.

“Pillows, I need to buy a new set since yours and mine are gone.”

“Yeah, Jinhyeon’s pillow is already flat so it doesn’t feel like hitting him.”

“If I buy a new one, will you sell the new one?”

“What if Jinhyeon does something wrong?”

Don’t you usually do that with old things?

Yeonseo tilts her head with an innocent expression.

And the proud Korean film soundtrack, Jjapaguri, which is gaining more and more momentum.

I felt like my situation was becoming more urgent as the music went on.

“I saw this in another video too, but they made it by mixing Jjapaghetti, Neoguri, and beef together!”

“That’s why it’s called Jjapaguri. It’s a combination of Jjapaghetti and Neoguri.”

“Beef too?”

“That’s a device that was included in the story.”

“It’s difficult~.”

It’s Jjapaguri.

Now that I think about it, Yeonseo and I have never even eaten ramen before.

Since I cook my own meals, I don’t buy ramen unless I really want to eat it.

Eating flour-based foods often isn’t good for you.

As I was almost done with the dishes, I heard a sound more familiar than anything else.

The refreshing sound of the piano, xylophone, or bell was comforting and yet gave off a sense of wistfulness.

I turned my gaze and saw Yeonseo looking at me with an expression that said, “You don’t know this, do you?”

I disappoint that expectation with a curt answer, holding back laughter.

“MapleStory, Temple of Time.”

“No way! It’s a game song! How do you know it!”

Our saint is so ignorant.

Rather, I know it well because I am a man of this age.

MapleStory, I used to play it secretly when I was in middle school, even though I was getting beaten up by my parents.

I expected that a game would be even better than this in the next 10 years, but the reality these days is that MapleStory and the games of that era still hold a high status.

I almost got lost in my own memories.

After I finished washing the dishes and dried my hands, Yeonseo blocked my way to the living room.

Yeonseo spreads her arms and slightly raises her chin.

I approached her and put my arm between her armpits.

And as she straightened her back with all her strength, Yeonseo’s feet naturally rose into the air.

“Wow, wow!”

Yeonseo, flustered by the sudden feeling of buoyancy, hugged my face after struggling.

I buried myself in the sensation of her voluptuous breasts and smiled sinisterly, unseen by the saintess.

Okay, as planned.

I act all cool in the world, but I’m also a male.

There was no way I wouldn’t like skinship with the girl I liked.

Sometimes, I wanted to reach Yeonseo even if I had to act so meanly.

The saint also hugged me without hesitation, but of course, men wanted something more intimate than that.

But I let it go right away because I thought I’d get in trouble if I did too much.

Here, being upset means that Yeonseo is slicing my scalp with her palm in frustration.

Also known as a casserole dish.

I’ve already had my consciousness blown away once with pure brute force, so that’s ridiculous.

I’m just scared.

They walked to the wall where the matrix was laid out, holding each other and staggering.

I sit against the wall and Yeonseo lies down comfortably with her back against mine.

Yeonseo, holding the remote control, turned off YouTube and changed the channel again.

“Yeonseo, is there anything else you want to buy tomorrow besides padding and winter clothes?”

It’s okay because we’re not facing each other, but we’re leaning on each other.

They both watch TV and continue the conversation by asking questions comfortably.

“I definitely want to buy a couple padding and a couple knit with Jinhyun.”

“Just that?”

“The first thing that comes to mind is, doesn’t Jinhyeon live separately?”

“As I said before, I’m buying a new pillow. Since it’s getting colder, I’m thinking about buying a new thick blanket as well.”

“I saw a thick blanket in the bedroom while I was cleaning last time?”

“I need to buy a new one with Yeonseo.”

“What’s mine.”

Yeonseo laughed, saying it was no big deal.

“You’re going to sleep under the same blanket as me anyway.”

And we both stopped.

What should I say, I lived my life so naturally that I wasn’t even aware of it.

When I tried to express it in words, in a single sentence, I realized that we were living a rather bold daily life.

We were all taken aback by the casual conversation, which was no different from that of a newlywed couple.

“Uh… Then… Uh….”

After racking my brain, I came up with a plausible excuse.

Get to work, brain!

I’ve kept you in my skull and protected you your whole life for times like this!

Pay for the meal!

“We sleep going back and forth between our bed and the living room. I have two winter blankets now, but I don’t think that’ll be enough. Yeah. I think we should have one for the bed and one for the living room. No, I do.”

This is WWE.

“Oh, that’s right!”

It was a tearful show of two men and women who, although sloppy, proceeded with consideration and approval for each other.

“Then I guess I should look at the bedding too! While we’re on the subject, if Jinhyun is leaning against the wall like he is now, won’t his back hurt? Shouldn’t he buy a big pillow for his back?”

“Good idea.”

The conversation continues endlessly.

If you start talking about shopping and then start talking about the sashimi you ate yesterday and the owner of the restaurant, and bring up any topic that comes to mind, the other person will follow along enthusiastically.

When I make a slip of the tongue while giggling, Yeonseo opens her eyes wide and warns me, and when Yeonseo makes a slip of the tongue, she immediately acts cute and tries to cover it up.

Before we know it, the TV sound becomes nothing more than white noise and we become absorbed in conversation.

What did you do while I’m away, what happened at the part-time job, Yeonseo likes sweet desserts in addition to seafood, and I found out that idol songs are fun, but listening to them too much gives you a headache.

Small, insignificant chatter.

Through those small talk, we learned about each other and our daily lives.

Then, Yeonseo clapped her hands.

“Ah! I remembered!”

“What?”

“I have something else to buy. What is it?”

“Bra.”

“Yes?”

yes?

“My bra doesn’t fit. It’s too small.”

Although I was flustered by those words, the corners of my mouth opened wide before I knew it.

Wow, the surface area was that big when I peeked inside the shopping bag last time, but you say it’s small?

In the end, I failed to correct my unlocked mouth corners.

And Yeonseo, who saw that, hit me on the forehead.

… I looked at it later before going to bed and saw that it was bruised.