Chapter 67 – You Might Be Misunderstood

“…Wake up.”
“Yes…”

The expression that I slept soundly is appropriate.
I felt so good all night that I didn’t want to open my eyes.

“Hey, wake up. Oppa, oppa!”

Pat me on the shoulder
And it’s clear that it’s the ‘younger sister’ even without looking at it.

“Uhhhhh…”

Still too sleepy, I mumble like that involuntarily.
Then he rolls his body to the side and reaches out to his ‘little sister’.

“Oh, really…”

My hand wrapped around the ‘little sister”s waist.
Then, he puts his head on his thigh as a pillow.

Clumps and soft skin touched his face.
A pleasant scent tickles the tip of the nose.

It was refreshing.
I was still a little sleepy, but the smell of my ‘younger sister’ right next to me made me lust.

And a really stiff lower leg.
Pressed down on the bed like that, the stiffness slowly spread.

Slap-!

“Haa… Why….”

It was a love that couldn’t be done.
And once again slap at my complaint! A sound resounds

“… Don’t you have dinner? What time is it?”

It was a meaningful voice.
… It was suspiciously refreshing, so I swallowed my saliva in my throat nervously.

“…And how old are you?”
“Look.”

‘Little sister’ held out her phone to me.
And on the shiny screen, 7:50 was very clearly engraved.

“… Hasn’t it been a few hours… ?”

It was the way he said that it must be evening now.
So, that means I slept for over 14 hours.
That doesn’t make sense, I thought.

However, it seemed a bit dark for a morning.
It was somehow gloomy, as if the sun had just risen and set again.

Crucially, I make eye contact with the ‘younger sister’ who looks at me a little pathetically.
He shook his head slightly, with a look on his face that he couldn’t live without.

Gulp-

“… Ah, really… ? Is it really evening… ?”
“You just looked at the watch.”
“…… Why, why didn’t you wake me… ?”
“It wouldn’t have happened even if my brother woke me up.”
“Ah…”

My head was full of thoughts of being fucked up.
Even if I sit at my desk right now, I have only 4 hours left.

I have to squeeze two more episodes in that short time.

“Ha…”

It was terrifying, it was terrifying.
It was as if this was just a nightmare.

“I woke up a lot?
“Ah, uh, yes. Me, I think dinner will be fine. Me, first of all, ah… Clothes, clothes first.”

Drowsiness is gone
No, I fell asleep and ran away.

At first, I couldn’t think of anything other than sitting at my desk.

“… You don’t eat?”
“Ah, uh… You know. I have four hours left, and I don’t have any stockpile… I’m afraid I’ll barely be able to use it up if I use it right now…”

Generally not possible
However, I had to believe in the special ability that is expressed in a crisis situation.

“Ahhh…”

When I came to my senses, I was in front of my desk wearing shorts and shorts underneath, and a short-sleeved T-shirt with an extended neck on top.

“Ha…”

Think about it for once.
Should I post a tardy notice? Or should I take a break?

For me, I wanted to avoid taking a break.
Because one break calls for the next.

Hyujae digs into the gaps in the mind of an indolent person.
And with just one notice, I could go back to bed and lie down.

“Whoa…”

[Write rounds]

[Please select a category – Notice]

Troubles that follow.
Indeed, it is uncertain whether the series will be published on time.

This isn’t a gamble or anything, it’s a fight you almost always lose.
My current mentality, situation and even my weak body made me tired.

A comfortable bed was waiting for me right behind me.
Such a bed kept tempting me.

“…Damn.”

Write once
And if all is not used, a tardy notice will be displayed.
Ultimately, that was my conclusion.

Re-read the part I posted yesterday.
And I put flesh on the stories that have been woven in my head.

…… The progress of ‘Park Eun-young’ in the narration was quite slow.
Maybe it was a bit frustrating at the pace of development, but this was okay because it had its own breathing.

And the stories that I write down while tracing my memory.
It’s just that the memories of that time are fresh.
Also, it was not a bad feeling to remember that day.

However, it was a little insufficient to simply express what happened.
So, we add suitable seasoning to make it more special.

“Whoa…”

The word selfless is appropriate.
I wrote down hundreds of words really frantically.

And I felt tired quickly enough to say that my sugar level was dropping.

“Ah, ha ha…”

My fingers, which had been pounding hard on the keyboard, stopped.
Thoughts were getting longer.

I repeated writing and erasing a few characters as if I had fallen into a swamp.
Tap a few characters again.
I don’t like it again and I’m busy erasing it.

“…Fucked up.”

So it was repeated in place.
More than half are still unfilled.

I don’t know if it’s because of that super concentration, but only about 10 minutes have passed.
It would be nice if this kind of tension could be maintained all the time, but in reality, after burning for 10 minutes, there was no strength in the hands.

“Ha…”

Shall we post a notice right now? I think I could use a little more, but that little bit was so hard that I was struggling like this.

I bit my nails.
I fiddle with my mouse and stare at the monitor.

And the legs start to tremble.
Even the chair was shaking and noisy, but I didn’t think I should stop.

“Whoa…”

It was a time when I was so nervous.
There was a murmur as if someone was arguing in the distance.

Needless to say, that someone must be an ajumma and a ‘younger sister’.

I tried not to pay attention, but somehow the voices are getting closer.

It was instinct.
He quickly turns off the monitor and immediately blows himself onto the bed.

Dump-

A rocking bed mattress.
I wrapped the blanket that I could hold in my hand roughly around my body.

“Son! What’s not good?”

I was thinking about how to answer the worried woman’s question.

“I’ll go in for a minute, okay?”

The door opened wide as if he was hoping for my answer or had no intention of waiting again.

“Ah, Mom! My brother says he’s tired!!”

The ‘younger sister’ who stopped such an ajumma from the side was probably fulfilling all her roles.

“Son, are you sick? Don’t you have to go to the hospital?”
“Ah, it’s not like that. He said it was difficult because he couldn’t sleep lately.”

I just stayed still as if dead at the voice of my ‘younger sister’ who was working hard beside me.

“Son, huh? Really?”

Squeak- squeak- squeak-

Someone climbed onto the bed.
No, it is clear that there are two of them, not alone.

The creaking bed sways.
And a hand flying to my forehead.

“Huh… I don’t have a fever… “

It was warm.
That warm hand caresses my forehead.

“Will your mother make porridge?”

Knowing where I really hurt, my conscience is pricked to keep putting her body her on the bed with such a sincere woman in front of me.

“… Ah, uh, Mom.”
“Son, are you okay?”

So I pretended to wake up.
Again, I dare to open my eyes while acting out my trembling eyes.

“Mom will cook me porridge if something goes wrong? Do you want porridge?”
“…No. I don’t have an appetite… I’ll just rest by myself.”

It wasn’t easy to say no to his face her.
Moreover, even more so because she is a woman.

“… But I still need to eat and take medicine… “

It’s such a voice full of worries.
And her aunt’s hand wraps around my shoulder her.

“Then if it’s hard to eat, should I just take medicine?”
“Ah…”

I wanted to take medicine, but it was too pitiful to refuse it.
In fact, there was no justification for that, and even though I was sorry, I slowly got up.

“Wait a minute. Mom will quickly buy you some medicine.”

She was an ajumma who wanted to run out immediately.
I grabbed the woman’s wrist.

“…Ah, about… I’m at home. I’ll eat that.”

But somehow, it was a familiar wrist.
There is a big difference between each person, but if you compare the two, you will definitely see a big difference.

And the memories that were buried on the other side of those memories come to mind.
Also, I don’t know how I forgot about this if I was so distracted.

So my gaze her naturally turned to her aunt’s breasts her.
For a moment, I am surprised by my blatant gaze at her and quickly turn my eyes to the side.

However, as expected, it is compared to the ‘younger sister’… Maybe bigger breasts.

And the flashy bleached hair that reflects the light and shines brightly.

I blankly reach for her aunt’s face her.

“… What did you bury?”
“Ah, yes… There is dust, teeth, there.”

The feeling of hair on my fingertips is also familiar.
And it was clear that it was a completely different hair that could never be mistaken for a ‘little sister’.

Memories that soon come to life.
Things that happened between dawn and morning tickle my head.

… The first thing I thought was that it couldn’t be.
And on the contrary, I thought of those situations where I couldn’t be a ‘little sister’.

“Ah…”

I’m just going to open my eyes once in a while.
Exhausted from the successive circumstances, he fell asleep.

It’s still impossible to be certain.
Because he was obviously asleep.

So maybe I was mistaken.

Gulp-

However, I keep thinking that it might not be like that.
It really dawned on me that it wasn’t all ‘younger sister’.