“Auntie, here’s a can of beer! Oh, do you have any hangover cures?”
“Of course there are~, what if there were one or two weird kids..”
He set down a can of beer in front of me and placed a hangover cure in front of Yeoju. He then tucked Yeoju's hair behind her ear and, hearing someone call, walked over. Yeoju's hair fell back down to cover her face. I pulled the chair closer to her face, sat down, and tucked her hair away.
“Heh.. pretty.”
Looking closely, tears were streaming from the corners of Yeoju's closed eyes. What could be the story behind her? Why was she crying? Could she be having a sad dream?
The next day
[Yeoju's point of view]
I opened my eyes. I flinched and glanced at the clock. The short hands were pointing to 11. Why did I wake up so late...? Ah, I think I slept late last night after drinking.
“Yeah..”
Just then, a noise came from outside the room. It seemed to be coming from the kitchen. I quickly got up. My head was buzzing. I wasn't feeling well... I barely managed to drag myself, opened the door as if possessed, and followed the sound.
“Who are you···?”
“Are you awake now-? Phew, I made some dried pollack soup-.”
“Do you know how to make pollack soup?”
“Of course you know how to boil it. It might not taste good, but...”
“Wow.. when will it be finished?”
“I’ve already finished it. Do you want to eat it now?”
“Um... yes!”
I ate silently for a long time. Sejun told me to eat slowly, and I nodded. Another pause in conversation followed. Sejun continued to stare at me, then tapped the table in front of my bowl. I looked at him.
“It might sound crazy, but I wanted to take responsibility for you, Yeoju.”