Yeo Dowoon, who was about to take out a new spoon, soon had even that stolen from him and hardened his expression savagely.
The silver spoon dangled precariously in Yoon Minoh’s hand. Yeo Dowoon, who momentarily wanted to strike his face with the bowl, barely held back his resentment and asked.
“…What are you doing?”
“Can’t you tell by looking? I’m getting your attention.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why? Because I want to get your attention.”
Yoon Minoh used Yeo Dowoon’s insincere way of speaking exactly the same way before finally sticking the spoon into the bowl. The pure white milk that had been filled to the brim sloshed and a few drops splattered up.
Yoon Minoh, who rubbed the milk on the tablecloth with his finger, smiled brightly and opened his mouth.
“This seems too thin… Wouldn’t something much thicker be more tasty to eat?”
Yeo Dowoon let out a sigh. Every time he threw such trivial jokes, his condition deteriorated. What did a guy who just turned twenty know that he ran his mouth so recklessly?
Yeo Dowoon always felt pathetic as an elder. He clicked his tongue and muttered.
“It’s not like you’re someone who was trapped in 1988 and just came out.”
If he had competed with unripe aegyo instead, he could have induced a more positive reaction than this.
But Yoon Minoh created a sense of incongruity with speech patterns that seemed not just ripe but even brimming with years of experience. He explained triumphantly.
“Hyung. You know what? They say a younger person who seems like an older person works well on an older person who seems like a younger person.”
Perhaps because he was wearing a gray hoodie today, his bright smile reminded one of an immature troublemaker. He’d even prettily tied the hoodie strings in a ribbon shape to make his age-appropriate side stand out.
As Yeo Dowoon seemed to stare at his face, he even took off the black beanie he was wearing. He turned his head this way and that, telling him to look as much as he wanted. The eyes with holes poked in them caught Yeo Dowoon’s attention.
“Are your eyebrows like that because it’s trendy?”
He who had been looking curiously at Yoon Minoh’s eyebrows with sparse ends asked, tapping with his finger. Yoon Minoh pulled his waist back at the sudden physical contact and let out a cough.
“Ahem. I don’t know about trends, but I scraped them because I thought I’d look more handsome. How does it look to you, hyung?”
“Well. It seems like you look less handsome.”
“…Really?”
It was a personal judgment purely from Yeo Dowoon’s taste.
Yeo Dowoon didn’t prefer people with delinquent and cocky images like Yoon Minoh in the first place. Because he was always incompatible with types that seemed like they’d make life troublesome if you got involved with them.
Yeo Dowoon, who finished what he had to say, turned around indifferently. Yoon Minoh asked once more, “No lie, really?” but he didn’t respond anymore.
Yoon Minoh followed him around tirelessly.
“Hyung…! Dowoon hyuuung!”
He stretched out his words and deliberately provoked him. The bouncing footstep sounds were considerably annoying to hear.
At this point, Yeo Dowoon could deeply sympathize with why Cha Haseong and Kwon Jeonghoo left the house early in the morning. With a twenty-year-old who wouldn’t listen stuck in the house, they would have wanted to avoid him by making all sorts of excuses. Yoon Minoh was that kind of guy who picked fights without any plan.
“Hyung. Where are you running away leaving a child behind?”
Upon arriving in front of the door, he swiftly twisted Yeo Dowoon’s arm. His touch was quite rough. Yeo Dowoon, who almost spilled the bowl he was holding on the floor, kicked his shin hard as if to say eat shit.
“Ugh…!”
Yoon Minoh, who barely suppressed a scream that seemed about to burst, scolded with an “Ahh.”
“Hyung hits people at the drop of a hat? It’s not like you’re a sadist…”
Fortunately, he didn’t hop around clutching his shin. The moment he let go of his hand, Yeo Dowoon would disappear, so he only applied more force instead.
Let’s endure with grit. He could easily endure the pain of his lower leg feeling like it was being shattered. Squeezing Yeo Dowoon’s forearm tightly, he whispered with an excited face.
“I have a place I want to go with hyung today. I’ve been waiting for the weekend just for this.”
He was even taking credit despite waiting on his own without the other’s permission.
Yoon Minoh was impressed with his own efforts. How much trouble did he go through to drive out those two eyesores one by one? He recited in detail the process that had been fierce in its own way.
“When I asked Guide ahjussi if he could taste the toast I made, he plated it and immediately took off. Kwon-ssi ahjussi left as soon as I started talking to him, but anyway, isn’t he unbeatable when it comes to being rude?”
He also strongly agreed with the sentence that Kwon Jeonghoo was rude. However, Yeo Dowoon heard all other words in one ear and let them flow out the other.
With his arm held, he ate cereal while standing.
“What are you doing, hyung? Why are you being so pitiful standing there instead of going to the dining table to eat?”
Then Yoon Minoh gazed at Yeo Dowoon as if he was pathetic and clicked his tongue. Yeo Dowoon, who was dumbfounded thinking this was all because of whom, realized he was about to get caught up with him again and shut his mouth.
Yoon Minoh watched the cheek chewing cereal closely and said.
“How is it that you don’t have any baby fat at all, hyung?”
Cough, cough! Finally a human-like reaction popped out from Yeo Dowoon.
As he covered his mouth and coughed as if he swallowed milk wrong, Yoon Minoh felt satisfied instead. As expected, attacking a blind spot the opponent didn’t think of could be a major factor in determining victory or defeat.
Yoon Minoh, who was patting Yeo Dowoon’s back, also lowered his head taking advantage of him bending his waist. Just as he was about to lick the lips visible before his eyes, his face was shoved away and he stumbled backward.
“I’m turning thirty the day after tomorrow, you crazy bastard.”
Perhaps because he choked badly, Yeo Dowoon said while heaving his chest.
No matter how young his face value looked, it wasn’t to the point of hearing about baby fat. Moreover, looking at his way of speaking, Yoon Minoh seemed to have deliberately used the word baby fat because he wanted to tease him.
“Ow ow ow… You hit me once, so now change your clothes and come out. They won’t let us in if we’re late.”
Yoon Minoh, who was rubbing the cheek that had been slapped as if beaten, urged him. Yeo Dowoon found him annoying for acting as if he’d been entrusted with something. There was a limit to letting things slide because he was young.
“Go play with your friends.”
Critically, Yeo Dowoon had not even a rat’s dropping worth of intention to hang out with a twenty-year-old.
Of course, if Baek Seonwoo witnessed it, he would undoubtedly giggle saying Dowoon’s mental age was exactly around twenty too.
“I’d have to have friends to play or not. I don’t have any, so hyung, play with me.”
“You were even class president.”
“That damn class president talk. I should’ve kept my mouth shut if I knew it would be like this, really.”
Grumbling Yoon Minoh quickly pinched Yeo Dowoon’s side.
But because his body was nothing but firm muscles without any excess fat, there was no cross-section to grab. His skin was also very elastic so it didn’t stretch well either.
“Hyung’s waist…”
It was when Yoon Minoh’s eyes became sleazy. Yeo Dowoon drove him out, creeped out.
“If I have to deal with you even during vacation, I’ll really die from overwork. Just be quiet for at least a week. Okay?”
“I’ve always been quiet. How can I live more quietly than this?”
“Carry a Korean dictionary around, you bastard. You don’t seem to know what ‘quiet’ means.”
“Let me ask you one thing. Were you good at Korean?”
At the question thrown without warning, Yeo Dowoon was unexpectedly at a loss for words. Yoon Minoh emphasized in a coy tone.
“I was really good at Korean.”
“……”
“I was too much of a prodigy to hear someone tell me to carry around a Korean dictionary.”
As the conversation topic changed rapidly, Yeo Dowoon couldn’t follow the atmosphere at all.
This seemed to be why Yoon Minoh always felt off-putting. If you personified the word chaos, it seemed like he would appear with a “ta-da” and sing a yodel.
“…Right. Must be nice being a prodigy.”
Yeo Dowoon ended the conversation on his side and grabbed the doorknob. But Yoon Minoh stopped him one step ahead. Clunk. The door handle turned in the opposite direction of progress, generating repulsive force.
“Yes, success.”
Needless to say, it was Yoon Minoh’s doing. Reversing real force was easier than eating cold porridge. He giggled annoyingly.
Yeo Dowoon thought he’d gotten involved with a crazy bastard and muttered.
“I get that you’re taking me lightly…, haa. I don’t intend to stop you from now on either. Keep living the way you’ve been living.”
He didn’t want to use abilities anywhere when even the berserk possibility wasn’t stable. If he went berserk from dealing with Yoon Minoh and raging around, there would be nothing more humiliating than that.
Yeo Dowoon was finally becoming a little wiser. He was belatedly learning what the art of living was.
“It’s a request, but don’t act pathetically. I told you I just feel pity when I see you…”
“Hehe. That’s enough.”
But Yoon Minoh was someone social skills didn’t work on.
“They say one letter can make all the difference, if you just remove one letter from ‘pity (dongjeong-sim)’.”
Yoon Minoh deliberately cut off his voice. He smiled leisurely as if leaving what comes next to him.
“What would it be?”
Yeo Dowoon, who found the grinning face annoying, immediately broke the mood.
“Jeong-sim (sincerity).”
“…Not that.”
“Dong-sim (childlike innocence).”
“Not that either.”
Yoon Minoh also rushed in like a warrior who didn’t know giving up. In the baseless and childish argument, Yeo Dowoon noticed he was also falling to a level not much different from Yoon Minoh.
