[ENG] Thundercloud Rainstorm (BOOK 1)

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Il-Jo quickly expanded his territory in my house. One day, he asked if he could wash the laundry in the laundry tub, and not only the laundry but also the clothes in the dressing room were arranged by color and length, and he diligently found out how I had forgotten to dry the clothes I had left in the laundry room. The next day he asked if he could throw away the wine bottles that were covered in dust on the balcony. Also, at some point, he asked if he could use the ingredients in the refrigerator, so I secretly expected his cooking skills and told him to use it as much as he want....

To be honest, I really couldn't cook. So, after telling him to make only what he want to eat, I ate the food I bought or packaged outside as usual. After two weeks with Il-Jo, I changed my mind.

Living with him isn't as bad as I think. Even so, his presence was so faint that I didn't even know he was in this house. Before I spoke to him, there was no needless conversation, and he hardly ever left the room except for cleaning. Even though I said that he could watch the TV in the living room. Il-Jo never turned on the TV first. Maybe it's because of the feeling of debt to live on top of each other.

He devoted his energy and passion to the chores of the house. And I sometimes pack dinner for two for the guy who can't afford to eat after work. So, the days of having dinner together at the table together increased more and more. Il-Jo still stays silent if I don't have to talk to him, but it felt pretty good to have someone sitting opposite the table anyway.

I was adjusting to life with my cohabitation faster than I thought. It was a day like no other on the way home from work.

“Are there any fish you can’t eat?” I called Il-Jo and went into a sushi restaurant I frequent visits. When I got the call, Il-Jo gave the answer I expected.

"—fish? There's nothing I can't eat... why?"

"I’ll go buy dinner. Don't cook."

As soon as I hung up the phone, a thought occurred to me. Actually, it's not that there no fish that he can't eat, it's that I don't know yet. That's a reasonable guess. He said he ate the avocado in the roll for the first time recently. As expected, Il-Jo was very pleased with the sushi I had brought.

The words of exclamation and thanks were more generous than usual. We sat happily facing each other at the table, but, as always, there was no conversation.

“… … .”

“… … .” I thought to myself as I chewed and swallowed the sushi. Come to think of it is it my fault , Il-Jo was reluctant to speak to me first.

It's only when he ask for permission to do household chores. At the drinking party, he was able to communicate quite well... .

It seems that the problem was that I acted a little cold on the moving day. I don't know if he think I'm reluctant to talk. In the end, I opened my mouth first.

"Can I ask you something?”

“…?” Il-Jo had already eaten half of the sushi. He lifted his head with food in his mouth and his cheeks bulged.

“Why did you call me that day?”

"Uh?"

“Honestly, I thought you were calling me to borrow money.”

He smiled as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. It's been pointed out by several people, but I confuse what I really want to say as a joke.

So it seemed that Il-Jo was also confused.

Am I joking or not? Il-Jo looked at me for a long time and delayed the answer. Surprisingly, the guy doesn't avert his gaze. The first thing that naturally turned to me was on my side. It was clearly visible that the neck of the guy was gulping over with a big swipe. After swallowing the food in his mouth, Il-Jo barely opened his mouth. “It’s not about money… .”