Having the world’s chatterbox as a cohabitant, his ears hurt from morning on and he couldn’t stand it.
“Haah…”
At the noisy external sounds, Yeo Dowoon naturally opened his eyes without his phone alarm. Only regret rushed in at the sleep that had fled to an unreachable place.
“Why the commotion again…”
To him who removed his eye mask with a half-asleep mind, Yoon Minoh’s dignified screams felt more terrible than the sound of banging on tin cans.
Because of that noise, he started the day with an unrefreshing wake-up.
“Somehow even though I slept, it doesn’t feel like I slept.”
He had slept soundly from early on wearing an eye mask as well as earplugs, but his limbs still throbbed.
Yeo Dowoon walked dragging his slippers and melted the doorknob he had cooled the day before. The thin ice barrier smoothly disappeared. Ah, he’s tired so his energy is draining away. Yoon Minoh had caused a fuss tormenting him until right before falling asleep.
‘Hyung, hyung! Anyone would think this is a detention center. What’s the reason for even putting up a barrier?’
He who clung heavily to his back, as if not bored, repeated what he’d said several more times.
‘You’re heavy. Move.’
‘Just leave it locked. This makes me look like some perverted bastard determined to torment hyung.’
‘I said you’re heavy.’
‘I said just leave it locked? Hm? I won’t eat you, won’t eat you.’
When Yeo Dowoon became troubled, Yoon Minoh grumbled and nagged, asking if he really judged him as a ruffian who would climb on sleeping people.
In fact, Yeo Dowoon understood to some degree that he could feel bad about being treated poorly. However, the problem was that he couldn’t trust Yoon Minoh at all.
The “no way” things all became reality when together with that Yoon Minoh bastard. Even bizarre manga characters probably didn’t enjoy eccentric behavior like that.
“Oh oh. You’re up?”
When he arrived at the kitchen where the atmosphere looked to be quite like a marketplace, a wild-looking back greeted Yeo Dowoon. Yeo Dowoon flinched and felt déjà vu.
Kitchen, apron, shoulders spread wide like a baseball player…
Hadn’t Cha Haseong also worn a thin black apron throughout the vacation and prepared meals for him? But there was clearly a difference from the scene he was seeing now.
“Today is the first day of cohabitation, how do you feel, hyung?”
Yoon Minoh, who had been paying attention to the presence, asked cheerfully like a scene from a romance movie. However, he still hadn’t turned his head, so Yeo Dowoon rather felt doubtful.
When the expected answer didn’t follow no matter how long he waited, Yoon Minoh put down the pitch-black ladle that had become something to be thrown away immediately next to the electric range. Yeo Dowoon postponed his answer for later.
‘The color of the ladle is confusing.’
He couldn’t tell whether that bastard had made food or attempted alchemy.
“Dowoon hyung.”
In an instant, Yoon Minoh turned to look at Yeo Dowoon sluggishly. Delicate muscles rippled like the deep blue waves of the East Sea. Did he trade the training clothes he stole from him for taffy?
Yoon Minoh stood in front of Yeo Dowoon in vulgar and indecent attire. With both cheeks dyed red, he asked in a suggestive voice.
“Do you want to eat food first, or.”
“…….”
“Me first?”
An apron is, damn it, kitchen equipment, not clothing. Yeo Dowoon, who felt a surge, reflexively snapped.
“You son of a bitch. Are you going to ruin my appetite?”
Yoon Minoh wearing kitchen equipment disguised as everyday clothes was absolutely not normal. At that, Yeo Dowoon became fed up. After all this, now an apron show…
“If you’re going to act up, pack your bags and leave even now.”
When Yeo Dowoon scolded in a low voice, Yoon Minoh shook his brawny forearms cutely and acted coquettish. Yeo Dowoon’s complexion became increasingly more earth-colored. Even so, Yoon Minoh didn’t care and twisted his waist. He grabbed the hem of the apron and fluttered it.
“Eeing, acting up you say. To a lover who’s been cooking since 5:30 in the morning to prepare breakfast for his husband.”
Only then could Yeo Dowoon clearly grasp the reason why Yoon Minoh always picked up and wore T-shirts as big as sackcloth.
A youthful face with a physique that didn’t match… even to his eyes, it was too disharmonious. He was probably thinking the same thing.
“Dude, who’s your husband?”
He asked, suspecting whether Yoon Minoh was doing this because he wanted to bleed him dry to death.
“Says the man asking that. Precisely, it’s hyung.”
Yoon Minoh made Yeo Dowoon dizzy by running his wicked and vicious mouth. Yeo Dowoon even experienced dizziness.
“…….”
While he offset his anger with silence, Yoon Minoh made a fuss and praised himself.
“Fuck… hyung. You just heard that, right? This amazing sense. This excellent quick wit.”
Excessive self-love was the number one priority among factors that caused discomfort with Yoon Minoh.
Up to not knowing moderation and acting up, yeah, he endured by rationalizing that people that age could be like that.
As a newcomer who just started drinking society’s water, if he didn’t commit mistakes at a level difficult to accept, wouldn’t turning a blind eye be a senior’s duty and virtue?
“Hyung is really lucky. To get a man like me as a lifelong devoted wife.”
But Yoon Minoh mainly continuously committed ‘mistakes at a level difficult to accept.’ Not with a clumsy personality, not with a naive personality, but with a feeling of making mistakes because he wanted to make mistakes.
“It seems I accumulated merits in my past life almost like Admiral Yi Sun-sin. That’s why I received a treasure like me as a reincarnation gift. Since you’ve already received an award, don’t feel burdened and take me.”
He jumped over the unwritten rules in human relationships that one naturally learns without having to point them out one by one like hurdles. Since he charged forward hopping like a kangaroo, there was no one who dared to stand in his way.
“Let’s terminate the contract. Even a verbal contract is a contract, so I’ll notify you in advance. The contract is over. Cohabitation is over too.”
At the cold voice, Yoon Minoh asked as if absurd.
“Huh? Suddenly?”
“I don’t want to feel like I’m doing overtime even at home. I don’t want to receive your acting spoiled.”
“When did I act spoiled…”
“Minoh, please.”
Yeo Dowoon irritably rubbed his face as if covering his fierce expression. After finishing dry-washing his face, he spoke. A sigh also burst out.
“You and I, ha…, aren’t newlyweds. Understand?”
They hadn’t built a harmonious household, and they absolutely weren’t a goosebump-inducing couple who wanted to stick together like one body. Rather, it was the opposite if anything.
Far from harmonious they were crude, and far from wanting to stick together they only wanted to stay apart forever.
“If you act like we’re some kind of special relationship, I feel like my head will split. Should I refuse you with harsh words so you can give up quickly?”
“Even now you’re doing it quite a bit, harsh words…”
Yoon Minoh, who became dejected, made excuses evasively.
“If I wake up early and cook… I thought hyung would praise me.”
In fact, Yoon Minoh had his own bold aspirations.
As Yeo Dowoon had superficially predicted, he hadn’t rolled up his sleeves saying he would cook simply because he had an abnormal way of thinking.
Yoon Minoh was imagining the sweet lovey-dovey scenes that harmonious couples supposedly have every morning. Preferably in a situation where the savory smell of stew wafts up.
“I studied recipes really hard too…”
If I’m wearing an apron and twist my head at a 45-degree angle, Dowoon hyung will approach and ask what today’s menu is, then back-hug me. Then I was planning to feed him a spoonful or two to taste the stew.
Facing each other in the rising steam, it seemed like they’d feel so light they could fly.
“If you want to continue living together without terminating the contract, from now on sleep more instead of looking at recipes.”
But Yeo Dowoon was cold. He who brought up icy advice had sharp eyes like thorns. Yoon Minoh, who was leaning against the sink, answered in an ant-sized volume voice.
“Yes yes, I will serve and attend to you…”
The food he had cooked with effort seemed likely to go to waste, but that could be set aside. If he just forced himself to eat it all, that would be it. But it was a bit heartbreaking that his sincerity was being neglected.
Yoon Minoh, who had been dispirited thinking Yeo Dowoon would return to his room, widened his eyes when he pulled out a chair and sat down. With a bewildered heart, he carefully called out to him.
“Hyung?”
“Did you use the ingredients that were in the refrigerator?”
The table setting was completed fairly decently except for the stew that had been boiling vigorously. Yoon Minoh answered yes in a tone that seemed strangely reluctant.
Since the role of filling the refrigerator had been Cha Haseong’s responsibility, he was worried about what would happen if this conversation made him recall Cha Haseong.
If it became a case of making porridge for a dog, the unfairness seemed like it would stretch to the tip of his solar plexus.
“Did you make the side dishes yourself too?”
However, fortunately Yeo Dowoon didn’t bring up anything about Cha Haseong.
“…Yes, well. Roughly?”
Actually, he had disguised a few side dishes that Cha Haseong had made as if he made them and put them out, but if that point was pointed out, he planned to deny it to death. Yoon Minoh swallowed dry saliva and said.
