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Could you please be careful? (9)

“We know all too well how hard it is to raise a family without a father.”

Suddenly, I noticed a photo next to the TV. It was an old picture of Doyun, and notably, there was no father present.

The aunt’s voice was as strong as ever, but it carried a sorrow that seemed to have built a tough backbone over the years.

“When Doyun was little, his father passed away in an accident. So I understand how hard it is for you, Mimi. Don’t hesitate to lean on us when you need to. When I was younger, I had no one to reach out to, and it was so difficult.”

It was heartwarming. The aunt’s generosity and the way Doyun, who might not show it outwardly but shared his mother’s heart, sat there.

I felt a lump in my throat, and the dreary reality I’d been living seemed revitalized.

“Thank you so much.”

Later, or rather soon, I’ll share this story with Merson. I’ll tell him how much strength I received, how deeply I felt their warmth. I really want to tell him about it.

“So, why are you at home?”

The warmth of the moment was briefly interrupted by the sharp edge in the aunt’s voice. Doyun, who was sitting up from the floor, hesitated to answer his mother’s question. He must be feeling guilty about something.

And so the commotion continued. The waves of the night, carrying sparkling salt, still swept over the roof until dawn.

*

The rattling sound awakened me. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I found the aunt already dressed and preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

I had no appetite, but it felt awkward to just go back to my room, so I reluctantly got some side dishes out and sat at the table.

“Uuck.”

“Stay inside.”

Cursed morning sickness—it strikes unexpectedly.

Doyun, who was sprawled on the sofa in his underwear, seemed to have no intention of going to school. Since he had vowed to drop out and returned home, that made sense.

Doyun had wanted to work, but under the pressure of his mother, he had reluctantly enrolled in a college and majored in a field that did not suit him. He couldn’t adapt to the college environment, so he joined the military early but nothing changed after his return.

Eventually, he got into a fight with a senior because he wasn’t attending meetings and came straight home after a fistfight.

The aunt was terse in her words, but it seemed she was also feeling pity for her son and did not push him further.

“When Doyun wakes up later, go to the hospital. I’ve already spoken to them, so just make sure you go and come back.”

“Ah, yes.”

It was still about the gynecologist. I responded correctly, but of course, I had no intention of going.

After a quiet breakfast, the aunt promptly left the house, and I, with nothing better to do, started cleaning. It was something at least.

I shook out the blankets, washed the piled-up dishes, and collected the dry laundry before starting another load in the washing machine. The sound of the spinning cycle woke Doyun.

“Ugh, why are you doing laundry so early in the morning?”

“It’s noon.”

Startled by the time and his own state of nakedness, Doyun scrambled and quickly retreated to the bathroom.

Bang!

The loud door slam indicated how flustered he was, but soon the door cracked open just enough for a pinky to fit through.

“Get ready to go out after you wash.”

Bang!

“What’s with that, who woke up late?”

After finishing the laundry, Doyun and I stepped outside. I played the pity card about my fear of visiting the gynecologist for the first time, and it weakened Doyun’s heart. Doyun, who felt awkward about the gynecologist himself as a man, finally nodded in understanding.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?”

“Yes, I’m healthy. If I feel anything odd, I’ll go to the hospital right away.”

Next, Doyun and I stopped at a bookstore. Under Doyun’s watchful eye, I felt self-conscious buying Serdebella’s books, which were steamy romance novels. But I couldn’t just not buy them. Fortunately, Doyun didn’t pry too much.

I considered buying some clothes while we were out, but I couldn’t resist reading the novels immediately, so we headed straight home. Without even changing my clothes, I sat on the bed and tore open the plastic wrapping.

“Let’s see…”

I read every word from the first page without missing a beat. I used to cherish these books so much that even turning the pages felt sacred. But knowing everything now, they only ignited my anger.

“Wow, they’ve completely transformed her character.”

What, the saint trying to save a frail old lady without realizing her own legs were broken?

If someone lightly stepped on them, she would laugh it off and say it was okay at the moment. But later, Serdebella would be the main character on death note. Ah, if this genre were comedy, it would be understandable because it’s so absurd it’s laughable.

Moreover, Merson, or Kayle in the novel, declares he would give up being a demon king and immortality all for the saint.

“If I could just stay by your side, I would even be your dog.”

Yuck.

Though I hadn’t eaten anything, I felt like vomiting.

The novel, running on the edges of melodrama and sin, ended absurdly with the saint unable to choose among three men, suggesting they all lived happily ever after. If anything, since Kayle’s confession was the only one accepted, perhaps he was the true winner.

However, I didn’t buy this book for such a nonsensical ending.

“Any hint? Where are the hints?”

The ridiculous final line of the novel read.

Surely they will love each other eternally in a world unknown to us.

….Pure nonsense.

I closed the book, took a deep breath, and then, unable to contain my frustration, hurled it across the room.

Bam!

“What’s going on?!”

“Oh, there was a bug.”

Lately I’ve been really bad at controlling my strength.

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