Friday.

    A day when my brother took a break after finishing work briefly.

    Verbose, but more like a “Fun Friday.” My body was tired from five consecutive days of work, but my mind was ablaze.

    And we sold all our beds.

    They were originally good, and there are people who buy second-hand ones.

    So, where should we sleep?

    Sleeping on the floor might be warm, but we already had something in mind.

    “Sigh….”

    The bed we bought during our vacation to celebrate our purchase arrived.

    I feel like I might fall asleep before using it with my brother.

    Unknowingly, the bed seemed perfect for both me and my brother.

    It made sense since the bed we used before was also chosen by my brother after much consideration.

    While I was sleeping, did I check the quality or material of the bed before buying it?

    Or maybe not.

    “Phew.”

    I straightened out the rumpled bed and got up to take out clothes from the dryer.

    Shall I try cooking with slightly better meat today?

    I thought about buying that expensive cut my brother and I had last time when he returns, but…

    Honestly, I don’t know about those things.

    Just check if it’s good meat at the mart and buy it, simple as that.

    It’s neither more nor less than that.

    Researching online crossed my mind, but I think walking five minutes to buy meat is better than getting into a battle with countless styrofoam caused by tonkatsu.

    And perhaps I should consider working too.

    Expenses increase when you have a child.

    Formula, baby products, clothes for the baby.

    As they grow, I’ll have to buy them clothes, send them to academies, and if they want to go on trips from elementary school, that’s money too.

    Eventually, I’ll have to think about university fees, so somehow, I can’t help but worry about money.

    At least I hope my child can live without worrying about money.

    Right now, living alone, there isn’t much to worry about… and that’s the problem.

    Maybe I’m just making excuses and fooling around.

    That’s because right now, apart from folding laundry, I’ve finished everything else and am just playing around trying on makeup and clothes.

    To those who know my situation, they might see it as an effort to become more feminine, but to others, it may not appear that way.

    Actually… I occasionally receive texts.

    About modeling or being a hand model.

    It offers a much better salary than working at a convenience store….

    “…Ah.”

    There was Hyejin.

    Feeling slightly sorry for forgetting, I decided to send her a message now.

    But what should I say?

    Should I send something formal like a job application?

    [How have you been?]

    I decided to start with a simple greeting.

    If I suddenly say I want to work, it might seem a bit off.

    [Yes! Of course, I’m doing well!!]

    I received a reply almost instantly.

    It took only a few seconds for the bear holding fireworks emoji to pop up.

    Am I being welcomed?

    [Is taking photos still valid? I mean, for modeling.]

    [Of course! Feel free to contact me anytime. I’ll adjust my schedule.]

    Today… I’ll discuss with my brother for a bit and then spend the weekend with him, as usual.

    [I think next Monday would be good. Around 10 a.m.?]

    [Sure. I’ll get in touch. Do you have a car or something?]

    I know how to drive.

    I even have a driver’s license, but my skills are just about average…

    [I don’t have a car. If it’s close, I’d prefer taking the bus.]

    I don’t have a car.

    Having two cars doesn’t serve any particular purpose.

    It just costs more money.

    Just owning a car incurs expenses.

    Insurance, maintenance costs.

    And various other… you know, things.

    I’m not very knowledgeable, but based on my shallow understanding, there’s engine oil, washer fluid? air filters, and there must be oil too.

    Oil is expensive right now, so would it be worth buying an electric car?

    “I’ll come pick you up!”

    “…Huh?”

    Is there really someone who would go to such lengths to pick me up like this?

    Surely… I may be somewhat popular, but there are others who are much prettier.

    I’m still not good at makeup and don’t know much about clothes.

    I just try to match the colors and atmosphere similar to what others wear by looking at theirs.

    “Wisdom?”

    “…”

    “Thank you. I was a bit surprised that you went this far for me.”

    “I’m even more grateful. You must have other places to go besides me, so thank you for finding me.”

    Unlike others, she had already taken our photo.

    That might just be the reason.

    And I simply posted the photo.

    We discussed details over the phone.

    What kind of shoot it was, how much the pay was, whether it was for a specific period, or just taking photos once in a while.

    Drawing from my experience working at convenience stores, I shared my opinions.

    “Thank you for your hard work. Was it a bit complicated?”

    “No, it’s fine. It’s all about making money, right?”

    Looking at my phone, almost 30 minutes had passed.

    “Yes, thank you. Next Monday at 10 a.m. I’ll make sure to be there!”

    “Okay.”

    Closing my phone, I quietly sighed.

    “Phew….”

    After being on the call for 30 minutes, the phone felt slightly warm in my hand, whether from my body heat or its own temperature.

    I’ll be working soon.

    It might get a bit busy then.

    We agreed on 3 hours.

    It didn’t seem too short, but it might be a challenge for me.

    Maybe I should move a bit faster…?

    I would never ask my older brother to do my work.

    Why would I ask someone who earns money to do work for me?

    I know he’s tired, but men are simple creatures; just give them a bath, food, and love, and they have no complaints.

    I’m just providing a little support.

    I might need to make some slight changes.

    If I want to spend time with my brother after work, I need to keep busy from the morning.

    If I only do housework after work, both he and I will feel unhappy.

    I don’t want that.

    Roughly planning my day in my head, I come up with an estimate.

    Finish everything before 10 a.m. and quickly wrap up the remaining tasks.

    I’ve already put away all the thick winter clothes and brought out the spring and summer clothes.

    I need to buy summer clothes, so until summer comes, I can wear oversized outfits without bottoms.

    “Phew.”

    Anyway, today’s dinner is Japanese pork cutlet.

    “Oppa, you worked hard today. Let’s eat!”

    “Ah… Finally done….”

    As soon as my brother came in, he hugged me, letting out a sigh.

    While his coat felt cold from the chilly wind, his cheeks against mine were warm.

    I feel good because of my brother’s affectionate gestures.

    Maybe it’s because I accomplished something I couldn’t ask for outright.

    He really likes it when I prepare food and help him put on his socks.

    I might end up wearing stockings for the rest of my life, but if my brother likes it, it doesn’t matter.

    I can’t be jealous of something that isn’t even a living creature.

    And it was none other than me that my brother said looked pretty when I wore them.

    “You worked hard. Let’s eat now.”

    My brother let go of me after giving me a kiss on the cheek.

    “I made the thick pork cutlet we had last time. I didn’t say it, but it was really delicious, right?”

    Although I kept my expression hidden, both my mother and I knew back then.

    I still vividly remember how happy he looked while eating.

    “It seems like many good things are happening this time… I tried my best. How is it…?”

    “Yeah. It’s so delicious. I’m happy.”

    Fortunately, my brother liked it.

    Every day may be the same, but that’s why I’m happy.

    Even though I’ve heard countless times that it’s delicious, it feels like my mood lifts every time I hear it.

    “Tastes good.”

    Enjoying the delicious meal, I finish dinner while watching my tired older brother.

    “Shower…”

    “Yeah. Do you have clothes too?”

    “Hehe. Yes. Finish up and come back.”

    After seeing off my brother, I prepare breakfast.

    I decide to make soybean paste stew after a long time. Though there’s also bean paste stew, I prefer soybean paste stew.

    Whenever I eat bean paste stew, I keep feeling like even brushing my teeth won’t get rid of the smell.

    Kissing with a bean paste stew smell… not appealing.

    It feels like today is a day without kisses.

    But I want to kiss every day.

    I roughly chop the pumpkin and add it in.

    I cut the tofu into precise sizes that I want to eat.

    Add them last and simmer gently until it’s done.

    It’s a warm-up before starting work.

    By this time…

    “Ahh… refreshing.”

    Because my brother is back.

    I don’t aim for perfection in everything, but this much is necessary.

    That’s how you achieve what you desire.

    “I’ll brush my teeth, so wait here.”

    “Huh? Here?”

    “Yes, here.”

    My brother nods his head, indicating he doesn’t understand English.

    “Wait for me~!”

    I return from the bathroom and brush my teeth.

    I shower before my brother returns, but I can only brush my teeth after eating.

    But I can’t suggest bathing together with my tired brother constantly taking care of me, and I just accept it.

    I don’t want to demand anything from my tired brother.

    If my brother wants it… I would do it.

    “Now let’s go to the bedroom.”

    After brushing my teeth, my brother was rolling on the sofa.

    “Ugh. Yeah, let’s go.”

    The bed that relieves my brother’s fatigue isn’t exactly scientific… but it’s an expensive one.

    “Ta-da! The new bed has arrived!”

    “Oh. It’s here.”

    “I wanted to see it together.”

    “Yeah, let’s lie down together.”

    We both lie down on the bed at the same time.

    “Phew….”

    “How is it? Are you okay?”

    Looking at the ceiling, my brother turns his head and pulls me into his arms.

    “Thanks to you… I think I chose a good bed. It’s comfortable.”

    “…Honey.”

    I kept the word “honey” in my mouth.

    “Yeah.”

    “Even after we’re married… sometimes I want to call you ‘oppa’.”

    “You can call me whatever you want. I actually like being called ‘oppa’.”

    The word “honey.”

    I like it.

    It feels a bit old-fashioned and sweet, but even after all this time, calling you “honey” remains unchanged.

    But… compared to calling you “oppa” or “darling,” I think I prefer not to.

    “Honey” feels soft, while “oppa” feels fresh and youthful.

    Although you and I are still in our twenties, when I call you “honey,” I sometimes feel like our faces look like we’re in our thirties.

    Is it because I haven’t lived my life fully yet?

    “Um, honey…”

    “That’s cute too.”

    “Oppa? Honey?”

    “I like ‘oppa’ the best.”

    “I also like ‘oppa’ the best.”

    I should start using the term “honey” after having a child. They might get confused hearing “oppa.”

    “Umm… Dad?”

    “Then… I must look old.”

    It was a joke, but I ended up laughing sadly.

    “Don’t worry. To me, you will always be a handsome ‘oppa.’”

    As tomorrow is the weekend, we play around a lot before falling asleep.

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