Suspiciously Close Siblings (Going Up)

Certainly, sitting up was not a very good way to sleep.

My neck and back hurt, and the fatigue did not go away, so my condition was very cloudy.

…I hate to admit it, but I was too emotional yesterday.

It's true that it is, but... I don't think I can do it again with a sober mind.

It wasn't just my brother who got drunk.

I got up to erase the hangover that floated in my head as if it were there.

I drank almost half of it while I slept, put the blanket back on and took a light shower.

After changing his clothes and drying his hair with a towel, he came out and found his brother awake clutching the blanket.

"Are you awake?"

"… Good morning."

His brother grabbed his head and complained about his pain.

That's because I drank a few cans of beer.

Shouldn't I go to a drinking party when I go to college?

No, what am I saying?

"Do you want breakfast?"

"…Hey."

He buried his head in the blanket and nodded.

Come to think of it, he said a lot of weirder things than I did.

I think it's similar to alcohol because it's not blood.

"… Brother."

"Because?"

"…Thank you for yesterday."

It was a slow, drawling voice, so I could barely hear it without missing it.

"…I just need to know."

He lowered his head and wiped the remaining water from his hair.

It was still short, so I dried it well with a towel.

***

It's been a while since I made breakfast.

The kimchi fried rice was nothing special, but thinking that it was the first morning after being discharged made me feel brand new.

The only thing that was good was that the rice was instant.

—Kim Winter, come out.

—Eat first. I'll dry my hair and leave.

I hear my brother's voice mixed with the sound of the hair dryer. ¿

Will it take a while?

It was a shame to eat something like that, so I just cooked egg custard.

"…Eat first."

"Originally, kimchi fried rice tastes better when it cools a little."

As I sat and waited, my younger brother tied his hair back and walked out.

…Why does she let her hair grow like that when she is a former student?

Apparently, he had short hair when he enlisted.

Maybe it's because I came here after seeing the riots, but I looked pretty frustrated.

"It's the first time I eat rice made by my brother other than ramen."

"Mom should know how to cook in moderation."

It was a home-cooked meal that I missed throughout my military service.

Although they discharged me, I couldn't eat.

—Brother, you cook better than I thought.

—Because it's made with mom's kimchi.

As I ate in silence, the ground began to appear before I realized it.

As he scraped the fried rice that had stuck to the pan, a vibrating sound could be heard.

A phone call would come at this hour, it was obvious without looking, but it was my mother.

"Hello?"

"Yes, son. Did you wake up?"

"Yeah. "I'm having breakfast with Winter."

"How is Winter?"

"…I put him to bed right after I got back and he seems to be doing a little better."

No matter how understanding her mother was, her conscience pricked her for telling her what had happened yesterday.

Aunts, cousins, aunts, and even people in the dorm stayed up all night in the morgue, but the grandkids were sitting at home drinking beer? Don't ever forget it.

This is a lifelong secret between brothers.

"Yes, I'm glad."

"Would you like to change?"

"…Alright."

He put the phone on speaker and left it in front of his brother.

He opened his eyes and looked at me, so I pointed his chin at the phone and then he started to open his mouth.

—Hello, mom?

-Yeah. My daughter, are you okay? -Yeah

. I'm fine. And mom?

—Mommy is fine too.

—…Is it really okay?

—Mom, as long as the winter is good, don't worry.

You don't worry too much about your son, do you?

Of course, if you look closely, your status is still that of a military man, but it is a bit embarrassing.

—Mom doesn't sleep much, so don't do that.

-Alright. Are you coming right after dinner?

-Maybe?

-Alright. Be careful when you come.

—Your brother drives, so you have to be careful with the car.

-Anyway. Alright. Take care of yourself.

-Hey.

He said, and the call disconnected.

…If this was going to happen, wouldn't it be okay to call Winter?

After I was discharged, I think they treated me worse.

"…We already ate everything, but let's get ready and go."

"Hey."

I put the dishes in the sink and put on the mourning clothes I took off yesterday.

It was a rental so I didn't wash it so it was a little uncomfortable but there's nothing I can do about that.

Luckily, I even changed my underwear.

"Hey, are you ready?"

"Oh, wait."

After changing his clothes, the younger brother began to breathe deeply.

… What are you doing?

"What are you doing?"

"Preparation of the mind."

"…What kind of mental preparation?"

"Because I'm going to see grandma for the last time."

Sometimes