episode_0096

The warm sunlight streams into the room through the window.

The morning sun that used to signal a pleasant start to the day every day now only seems to bring irritation. No matter how brightly it shines, my mood doesn’t improve.

The current time is 6:30 a.m.

There’s plenty of time to leisurely get up and prepare breakfast before seeing off my husband.

Normally, I would have woken up with a few deep breaths, but now I just don’t feel like it.

I want to sleep more.

*Sigh…*

I pull the blanket up to my head to block out the sunlight, tossing and turning to find a cozy position.

All my efforts to develop the habit of waking up early seem futile, as my body seems to crave lazy and sluggish mornings.

I wasn’t this lazy before, but ever since becoming pregnant, I find myself less patient and more inclined to act as I please.

I can’t seem to tolerate sudden cravings or occasional irritations that come out of nowhere, leading me to vent my frustrations on my husband.

I know it’s not right, but if I pass by a market, I end up holding a hot dog or chicken skewer, or I find myself sniffling in my husband’s arms over some accumulated dissatisfaction…

It’s embarrassing, but I feel most sorry for my husband, who always tolerates my actions.

Yesterday, when I suddenly wanted to eat yukhoe bibimbap in the middle of the night, I only managed to say a single word of thanks to the person who went through the trouble of getting the food.

It feels like I’m becoming a burden, even to someone who’s already tired…

But that yukhoe bibimbap was really delicious. I don’t know where it was from, but my husband’s efforts to get it were definitely worth it.

It was so delicious that tears welled up in my eyes.

“Darling, are you still sleeping?”

As I reminisce about the yukhoe bibimbap I tasted in the early morning, my husband, who was lying next to me, pulls me into his arms and whispers.

“Mmm… I want to sleep a little more…”

I respond to his embrace by pulling him tightly and burying my face in his chest.

Since I’m not even wearing pajamas, his body seems to emit an even stronger pheromone… No, scent.

Since spending hot nights without clothes, even after becoming pregnant, it seems I’ve become a bit of a pervert…

“Darling, you’ve really become a sleepyhead. Alright, let’s stay like this for another 10 minutes.”

He calls me a sleepyhead, trying to say it in a more refined way, but he’s definitely teasing me as if I were a sleepyhead. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have that chuckling voice.

No. It’s a bit annoying, but I should overlook this much.

After hearing such a strong scent and lively voice in the morning, my body warmed up and my irritation quickly dissipated.

When I face a hot morning like this because of my husband, I always end up saying,

“Ah… I want to have sex.”

Intensely. For about six hours. Since the weather is hot, on the balcony. No condoms.

“Ahem, don’t say strange things in the morning.”

“Oh… I didn’t intend to say it out loud, I’m sorry.”

As my emotions fluctuate, my sexual desire seems to be in a state of flux as well, making it difficult to control.

While I relax in front of other people, it seems that I can’t help but blurt out strange things in front of my husband.

“I’ll apologize… If we suddenly stop, we might want to do it…”

My husband speaks in a strange way, twisting his words in a peculiar manner. It’s not that he’s saying anything wrong, but by only speaking the truth, he’s making the situation even more peculiar.

“Yes, that’s right. Even though my husband doesn’t say it, he must really want to do it.”

“W-what are you talking about? Someone might misunderstand if they hear this.”

“Misunderstand what? Looking at how excited you are from the morning, it seems like my husband was full of desires, right?”

“Ugh, well, this is more like… a physiological phenomenon…”

Although he’s shy to be honest, he keeps making excuses without much persuasion. Because if he calls that state a physiological phenomenon, then I could also call it a physiological phenomenon, and that would be the end of it.

Moreover, after last night, where he touched my chest, kissed, sucked, and did all sorts of things, does he really think that’s a physiological phenomenon to insist on?

“Then shall we check whether this is a physiological phenomenon or not?”

“What are you checking?”

“We’re checking this. Hm. Hm.”

Shaking off the lingering drowsiness, I threw off the blanket covering us and wrapped my arms around my husband’s neck, holding his face tightly so he could nestle into my embrace.

“Wait, honey. I can’t breathe. Wait!”

Perhaps due to being tightly embraced, my husband squirmed uncomfortably.

But if it’s an unwanted hug, you can just push it away.

With my husband’s overwhelming strength, he could easily do that, right?

Yet, the fact that he doesn’t push me away means he enjoys being in my arms, doesn’t it? Mischievous♡

“Hey, don’t take it away. Your husband’s favorite chest. Is it here?”

“Stop with the weird talk. Someone might misunderstand.”

“Your husband’s physiological phenomenon alert is so big, but what about the misunderstanding~ Do you like this chest so much? It’s like an alien planet.”

“An alien planet for a chest? Isn’t that too much?!”

“Not at all. Look, even now, where are your husband’s hands?”

When I pointed it out, my husband, with a look of embarrassment, removed his hands that were gripping the hills of my chest, but his gaze still remained fixed on my chest.

“…An alien planet for a chest.”

“No!!”

What do you mean no! You pervert!

But it’s okay!

It’s even better because you’re a pervert!

*

Starting the morning with a small argument, I saw my husband off after finishing breakfast as usual.

Let’s see, tie ok, shoulder fit ok, work bag ok, shoe condition ok, no issues with the chest muscle-revealing shirt!

“Have a safe trip, husband! Don’t go anywhere else after work, come straight home. Fighting today too!”

“Hahaha, I’ll be back. Be strict with the door, and if anything happens, make sure to call. If, and I mean if, I don’t answer the phone, make sure to call the family. Got it?”

“Yes! I’ll worry about you!”

As a sign of not worrying, I energetically showed a victory sign with my fingers, but my husband seemed to be preoccupied and hesitated in front of the entrance.

It doesn’t matter in front of me, but I’m afraid he’ll act like this in front of our son or daughter in the future.

“How long are you going to stay at the entrance! Go quickly? You might be late.”

“I’ll go on my own… But, really, if something happens, call me right away. Promise, okay?”

“Promise promise! How many promises is this?! Hurry up before you’re late, you fool!”

After raising my voice and banging on the door, the two legs that seemed glued to the entrance finally moved away.

Of course, even as he left, my husband turned back about ten times, sending me a longing look each time, but each time, I just wrinkled my face and that was the end of it.

If my husband had a tail, we could have seen a dead dog-like appearance from the entrance.

If there were dog ear headbands and tail accessories… Well, no. It would be cute, but my man seems to suit something more sophisticated and good-looking rather than cute.

Come to think of it, I once wore a cat costume at a motel, didn’t I? It was an embarrassing incident I did while drunk, but now that I think about it, it might have been a pretty good experience…

Since I was a cat last time, maybe preparing as a dog this time wouldn’t be so bad? It might be more provocative to go for a more revealing outfit, but maybe I should ask that friend of the husband I met at the amusement park last time. If it’s that unnie, she might find it quickly.

While looking at a picture of myself in a provocative cat costume holding a bottle of alcohol and having some mischievous thoughts, I could sense that a call was coming from Junseok through the ringing of the smartphone.

[Long time no see. I think I’m calling too late. I apologize.]

It had been almost a week since I last heard Junseok’s voice. Back then, his voice seemed a bit gloomier, but now it seemed to have more vitality and didn’t exude a dark atmosphere.

“Late? No, not at all. Thank you for calling again.”

After exchanging pleasantries, we gradually moved on to the main topic, which was discussing the arrangements for my cremated remains.

Junseok mentioned that he had plans to inter my cremated remains in a columbarium he had looked into within the next 1-2 months, but even that was uncertain, so he was deliberating over it…

I didn’t have any plans like that, but after hearing my husband and grandfather’s opinions, they said they would find a good place for me.

When I told my grandfather that I had a twin brother who was abandoned by the human who was supposed to be our birth mother, he was so shocked that he even staggered…

It must have been hard for him to accept the fact that a woman named Eunin had a past of abandoning her own child.

[Then I’ll leave the matter regarding Eunseok to Eunhye. I’m truly sorry to say this… Please take care of Eunseok.]

The image of Junseok bowing deeply on the other end of the phone made me feel like he was truly sincere in his words.

“Thank you for trusting me. It must have been a difficult decision…”

If he deliberated for a week, it must have been a really big decision.

To be frank, I’m just a stranger to him, but I can’t help but feel grateful for his trust in me.

I can’t put it into words, but the truth is, I don’t really care about what happens to my cremated remains.

When I secretly visited that house alone and saw my cremated remains, all I thought was, “I’m really dead,” and there was no other feeling to it.

Regrets about the past are what I’ve lost. The only things I’ve lost are the friends who treated me like a friend and the presence of the brother who was always by my side.

The arrangements for my cremated remains are just a tool for justification to become brothers with Junseok again.

If I can regain what I’ve lost with that, I can use that tool as much as I want.

“But my brother asked me to become his brother and didn’t say it comfortably. Isn’t that disappointing?”

Trying to subtly change the subject, I heard a cough on the other end of the phone. It seems he was still nervous and hadn’t fully accepted it yet.

[Sorry, it’s my first time being a younger sister…]

It seems he’s not used to it yet. Well, it’s understandable. Even I’m having a hard time suddenly calling someone who I’ve always called ‘brother’ as ‘brother.’

“It’s okay. We can take it slow and get used to it. Oh, now that it’s like this, I’ll speak my mind too. Is that okay?”

“Yes, no, yeah, I think it’s easier to talk like this.”

“Then, Junseok… ugh, oppa. I’ll visit again this weekend.”

The word ‘oppa’ is not easy indeed. Well, even to her husband, she only called him ‘ajusshi’ instead of ‘oppa’, so there was no reason for her to be familiar with the word.

“Got it. See you on Saturday. Oh, that, your husband… right? Do I have to bring him along too?”

“Oh, my husband? Of course, he has to come with. But why does my husband have to come?”

“When you’re not around, he… no, it’s nothing. See you on Saturday.”

Junseok hastily hung up the phone, his voice filled with fear as if he was terrified.

Something seems off, I hope my husband didn’t do anything wrong.