Transmigrated as the Side Top used as an Emotional Trash Can - Chapter 61.1
“…You can open the white suitcase.”
At times like this, my usual method was to say sorry and laugh it off with a wahaha to lighten the mood, but if I apologized when I wasn’t actually sorry, I’d obviously die again. So I changed the subject to the suitcase.
“You’re making this feel creepy as fuck.”
Kim Jihwan grumbled, but still obediently opened the white suitcase. Inside were preserved foods whose expiration dates I regularly replaced, a survival kit, water, and some clothes.
“What, were you planning to run away from home or something?”
“This looks more like disaster preparedness than running away. You went pretty all-out.”
The two of them fiddled with the unusual things in the survival kit, like the rope and shovel, turning them this way and that before bluntly asking as though they wanted an answer.
“Why did you pack all this?”
“I….”
The truth is, I’ve died several times.
That’s why I get too scared if I don’t keep things like this prepared. Zombies still show up in my dreams sometimes.
So.
“To feel less anxious.”
“You really do worry about everything.”
“Nah, it’s better to keep something like this packed if you can. You should prepare for disasters.”
Thankfully, Kim Jihwan and Cha Gwonhyeok didn’t question it any further. They obediently closed the suitcase and put it back where it had originally been. I breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
“When are you guys going home?”
I asked the kids because I had become needlessly anxious.
Maybe they sensed my impatience, because Kim Jihwan and Cha Gwonhyeok both looked surprised.
“You want us to leave?”
“This is the first time Baek Hanrim has openly told us to fuck off.”
“I didn’t tell you to fuck off….”
I didn’t tell you to fuck off, but I do want you to leave. I want to be alone more than ever right now.
“Ah, whatever. Mom said she was worried about you and told me to take care of you.”
“It’s just a cold. I don’t need anyone taking care of me….”
Ignoring me, Kim Jihwan began pulling out worksheets and his tablet PC, apparently planning to work on his performance assessment.
“Gwonhyeok….”
“Hanrim-ah, lend me some clothes.”
Cha Gwonhyeok waved the arm that was covered in my saliva and snot as he asked for clothes.
Me, a person made entirely of lies, having to deal with these guys without telling a single lie…
It looked like it was going to be a difficult night.
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“What fabric softener do you use?”
Cha Gwonhyeok asked as he came out wearing a T-shirt I had casually worn around the house since middle school.
When I wore it, it had just been shabby sleepwear, but when Cha Gwonhyeok wore it, somehow it almost looked vintage. I could feel the power of an obsessive top.
So that’s what it takes to be the main top. Your shoulders have to be as broad as the Pacific.
“Dunno? Just whatever’s cheapest when we need some. Jihwan-ah, what fabric softener do we use again?”
“P*geon. Pink.”
“Ah, gotcha,” Cha Gwonhyeok replied to our answer as he traced the dolphin printed on the T-shirt with his finger.
“Glow-in-the-dark stars and dolphins. You’re like a little kid.”
“It’s because I don’t throw things away much. Everyone has one or two childish things lying around at home, don’t they?”
For boys, wasn’t it practically an unwritten rule to have things with spaceships, dinosaurs, robots, or otherwise sea creatures on them? And for girls, it was princesses, hearts, ribbons, rabbits, teddy bears, flowers, and things like that.
Most importantly, this body and you guys are still young. You really are kids.
“Anyway, Gwonhyeok-ah, I’ll send you the link for the fabric softener. There’s a place selling it dirt cheap right now.”
“Hey, you think this guy does his own laundry?”
Now that I heard it, that did sound plausible. But it was also the kind of thing that might hurt Cha Gwonhyeok’s feelings.
Didn’t you two have a huge fight in the cafeteria over something like this before?
Remembering their previous cold war, I hurriedly checked Cha Gwonhyeok’s face.
“Yeah, I actually don’t know how.”
Cha Gwonhyeok laughed brightly as though it hadn’t affected him at all.
Excellent. You’re overflowing with potential as Kim Jihwan’s Doormat No. 2. If I could, I’d love to hold an extravagant knighting ceremony for Cha Gwonhyeok.
“Do you do your own laundry, Hanrim?”
“I do.”
“Then can you teach me?”
“Sure, sure.”
As the senior knight, what couldn’t I teach my junior? If I got the chance, I should teach him how to cook ramyeon too. Cha Gwonhyeok seemed like he would learn quickly, so I thought it might actually be fun to teach him. I was getting excited for no reason.
I led Cha Gwonhyeok out to the balcony where the washing machine was and pressed various buttons as I explained its functions and how to do laundry.
“First, you have to press the power button. The controls themselves are pretty intuitive.”
I taught him the basic buttons, how to add detergent, how high to fill the machine depending on the amount of laundry, and how to wash blankets.
There was only one pair of balcony slippers, so we each wore one slipper and stood on one leg like flamingos as we talked about pleasantly soft, freshly dried laundry.
“You seem like someone who’s lived alone for a long time, Hanrim.”
“Hm? No, my parents come home sometimes.”
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