Transmigrated as the Side Top used as an Emotional Trash Can - Chapter 72.2
“Hyungs, how much cake do you want?”
To change the subject, I picked up the cake knife, cut the cake roughly into quarters, and asked.
“As much as you love me-.”
Grandpa Cha acted shamelessly affectionate while recording a video on his phone. Come to think of it, hadn’t he said before that he liked cookie choux? He seemed to like sweets, so I should give him a lot.
I scooped up a generous quarter of the cake and put it on Cha Gwonhyeok’s plate.
“I love you a lot.”
Then I naturally scooped out the same amount for Kim Jihwan and said,
“I really love you.”
I scooped up the remaining cake with the cake knife and munched on it while looking down at my hands, but there was no change in my body. Apparently just saying it wasn’t enough. Did I need to hug him or something?
Poke.
“?”
While I was eating cake, Kim Jihwan poked my cheek with his finger. Then when I looked at him, he put on a bewildered expression.
What? Why is he making that face?
“How do you even eat the same amount as Baek Hanrim?”
Oops.
I had given each of them a quarter of the cake, two pieces in total, then naturally pulled the remaining half of the cake in front of me and started eating it. I had always eaten a lot even as a kid, so I thought this much would be fine, but I guess it wasn’t a normal amount for a child to eat.
“Did Hanrim eat a lot even when he was little?”
“He was just a pig. I thought the only organ in his body was a stomach.”
Cha Gwonhyeok laughed and defended me by saying that maybe it ran in the family.
Baek Hanrim’s father, Baek Junseop, certainly did eat quite a lot, but not as much as me. His mother, Kim Jaehwa, was actually a light eater.
I was the unusual one, but they wouldn’t know that if I kept my mouth shut, so I should stay quiet.
“Haneul, are you close with Hanrim?”
As I chewed and filtered through what I could and couldn’t say, Cha Gwonhyeok asked me that. The thought, Were Baek Hanrim and I close? flashed through my mind, but the answer itself came naturally.
“Of course.”
I mean, I’m Baek Hanrim right now? I’m literally him, so I guess we should be close.
“What kind of Hyung is Hanrim to you, Haneul?”
“Um… he swims…. Um… he works hard… and he eats well….”
“I don’t think this kid is very close with Baek Hanrim.”
Poke.
Kim Jihwan poked my cheek once more as he spoke.
I wasn’t sure whether it was my cheek or my heart that had been poked. I wanted to stop racking my brain, but the situation kept putting me in trouble whenever I didn’t.
“Jihwan-ah, does Haneul look exactly like Hanrim did when he was little?”
“They look exactly the same, but this kid’s more mature. He talks more intelligently too.”
Intelligent, huh. Should I jump up right now and take my pants off or something? How am I supposed to pretend to be a little kid…. No, I guess I don’t need to.
It wasn’t my mission to recreate Baek Hanrim’s childhood. If anything, I had to seem like a different person for the character of Baek Haneul to work.
Poke.
“……?”
“Hehe.”
Before Kim Jihwan could poke my cheek again, I beat him to it and poked his cheek first. With cream smeared on my finger.
“Happy birthday, Jihwan-.”
At my words, Kim Jihwan stared blankly at me without even thinking to wipe off the cream.
Feeling embarrassed, I smeared the remaining cream on my own nose and smiled.
“-hyung!”
Clickclick clickclick click.
The insane shutter sounds coming from the grandpa across from me filled the silence.
“Ah, stop taking pictures! Hyung, you come over here too!”
Embarrassed, I smeared some cream on my hand and called Cha Gwonhyeok over. Instead of avoiding me, he actually closed his eyes and offered me one cheek.
Smeear-.
“?”
“Hahaha!”
“…Pfft.”
A pointless mischievous impulse struck me, and I drew a long line of cream under his nose like snot.
Even Kim Jihwan, who had been staring blankly, snapped back to reality at the sight. He squeezed his eyes shut, lowered his head, and trembled.
“Hahaha.”
Smear-.
Cha Gwonhyeok smiled, raised his hand, and wiped at his face. Then, as if in retaliation, he smeared a whole lot of cream over my cheek.
And then….
“Aaaah! Hyuuung!”
He bit me again. This time, he even sucked on my cheek with loud smacking noises.
Kim Jihwan used to bite me until I got sick of it when we were little too. Is there MSG in my cheeks or something?
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Whiiir-.
The noise of the hair dryer quietly filled the room.
We had ended up playing with the cake so enthusiastically that I even got cream in my hair, leaving me in such a state that I couldn’t possibly go home without washing up, so I had taken a shower.
“Haneul, you’re good at washing up by yourself.”
Cha Gwonhyeok said as he dried my hair with the hair dryer.
“I’ve been good at washing myself since I was little….”
I answered while barely fighting off the drowsiness washing over me beneath Cha Gwonhyeok’s gentle touch. I had played to my heart’s content, taken a warm shower, and now someone was even touching my hair, so naturally I was getting sleepy.
“Since you were little? Since how old?”
“I don’t know. Since I was really little. My mom has trouble with her hands.”
“She has trouble with her hands?”
“Yes, so Mom would wash one side of my hair, and then I’d raise my arm and wash the other side….”
In that hazy state, I obediently answered every question I heard, without even realizing which identity I was answering as.
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