[NEW] [Seventeen Mingyu's Bing-ui-geul] You Lived in Our House 3

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[Episode 3] Living in this house

The second morning I greeted him at that house…

It was stranger than I thought.

 

I opened my eyes to the sound of the alarm,

The ceiling felt unfamiliar.

Even though the room, the blanket, and the desk are all not mine,

It felt even more unfamiliar because I thought I would get used to it in a day.

 

As I opened the door, the smell of food wafted across the hallway.

Two bowls of soup on the table.

The kid sitting in front of him with a half-sleepy face.

Kim Min-gyu.

 

 

 

"Are you awake?"

The voice was dry,

I was embarrassed that I stopped at that word,

He put down his chopsticks.

 

"Aren't you going to eat? You have to go to school."

“Ah… yes, no. I’ll eat it now.”

I sat down carefully.

I took a spoonful of rice and drank a sip of soup.

But strangely enough… it was delicious.

 

“This… you did it?”

"No. My mom cooked it in advance.

"I can't cook anything without ramen."

"ah…"

"But your tone is really honest."

“Is it bad to be honest?”

"It's not bad. It's just... a little boring."

 

That statement is absurd,

It's a little funny

I chuckled without realizing it.

 

He glanced at me.

"It's the first time I've seen you smile."

"I told you something funny."

"Smile more often from now on. If you're too expressionless, the atmosphere at home will be tense."

The tone of his words was like a joke,

There is something strange in it…

I also felt like they wanted me to be in this house.

 

 

 

When I came back from school,

A pair of sneakers were left in the hallway,

Min-gyu was lying down in the living room.

 

T-shirt, shorts, sofa, MacBook.

That combination somehow felt so natural.

I tried to sneak into my room,

He turned his head from the sofa.

 

"You're here."

“…Yeah. Were you at home?”

"Uh. I'm leaving work early. I'm sleepy."

just.

This is the first time I've seen someone leave work early because they're just sleepy.

 

"What about food?"

"yet."

"Do you want to eat? What should I make for you?"

That was so unexpected.

I never thought the words 'Should I do it?' would come out of that kid's mouth.

 

"It's okay. I can cook ramen."

"Ah. I want to eat ramen too.

But I don't like it when you boil it, and I hate it even more when I boil it."

“…Then what should I do…”

"Let's heat up the stew that Mom made.

You spread the award."

 

Seriously, since we started living together

A strange balance arises.

People who lived without knowing each other

Sitting in front of a table

This is such a strange thing.

 

 

 

night.

In the room.

I lay in bed and looked at the ceiling.

 

That kid laughed too,

I laughed too,

We also ate together

Everything came to mind strangely.

Is it okay to stay in this house for a long time?

Is it okay if I keep seeing that kid?

And, by any chance…

Is it just me now, and is this air a little more… comfortable?

 

 

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