Chapter 80
Chapter 80
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 80
Chapter Title: Even Farther Away (2)
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The time had come.
Onui Restaurant was entering a three-week break.
A long time if it felt long, short if it felt short.
There was only one thing planned during that period.
"Yoon-seul, wanna go see Grandma after so long?"
"Gwandma!"
Yoon-seul cheered the moment she heard "Grandma."
The siblings lay side by side on the bed, staring at their smartphones. They were booking train tickets.
If they didn't reserve in advance, they might end up standing or taking the bus. Since they were heading to see Grandma and making it a trip, they wanted to take the train.
"Yoon-seul, have you seen the sea?"
"The sea! Fishy swimmin'."
"Looks like you went with Grandma."
"Yeah... But with Gwandma, we only went up to the front. Too much sand, feet got hot."
She rolled her eyes side to side, recalling the memory. From the sound of it, they hadn't swum—just gone to the beach.
Too bad.
"Then this time, we can play in the sea together with Oppa, right?"
"Oppa an' sea? Catch fishies?"
"We won't catch fish ourselves, but we gotta eat some fish dishes."
The mention of eating fish made her clasp her hands above her head, mimicking a swimming fish.
Boss mode at the shop, but at home, pure kid.
"So how we gettin' to Gwandma's?"
"By twain."
"Ooh... But Yoon-seul got a question."
"What?"
"That supa-supa fast car on TV, can't we wide that?"
"Racing car?"
"Yeah!"
No way that was happening.
They must've had that conversation once.
If you floored a race car, you could hit Gangneung in an hour.
Probably remembering that.
"Yoon-seul, Oppa needs to make a lot more money for that."
"Hmm... How much lotta lotta?"
"By the time you're as big as Oppa, maybe we can give it a shot."
Even that was a tough dream.
"Hng, Yoon-seul still wittle baby..."
More disappointed about being five than not riding the car. But she perked up quick, clenching her fist.
"Then Yoon-seul had a good idea."
"Tell me this good idea, missy."
"Here's the plan: Yoon-seul makes lotta money an' buys Oppa big car. Then we can wide it."
"You're right. If Yoon-seul makes lots of money, you'll buy Oppa a car?"
"Yeah! An' buy yummy stuff too, an' live happily evew with Oppa."
"Sounds perfect. But can't buy one now, so train this time? Trains have fun stuff too."
"Wha' fun?"
"I'll tell you on the train."
"Uu... Cuwious."
**
It was August.
The day of the reserved train.
Early morning, Yoon-seul and I packed up and left home.
Making it a real trip, I'd even bought a suitcase for our stuff.
Last night while packing, she said she liked the bag and asked if sneaking inside wouldn't make her look like a villain.
She thought it'd be like an undercover agent. Five-year-olds are creative.
I talked her out of it—can't visit Grandma without luggage. She looked a bit bummed.
Gotta put her in the suitcase for pics sometime.
Still hyped today too. Got me in a great mood.
"Oppa, what if bad guys on twain tawgeting Yoon-seul an' Oppa? Scary."
"Hmm, but if that happens, Yoon-seul protects Oppa, right? All good."
"Yeah!"
Waiting for the train at Cheongnyangni Station.
The spacious station bustled with people, lined with stepped seating on one side.
We sat there, staring at the black electronic board.
Green and yellow text cluttered the train times—hard to read.
Old thing, probably.
Kept checking for our train, but Yoon-seul got sulky.
"Oppa gotta pay 'tention to Yoon-seul too!"
Puffing her cheeks.
"Whoa, Oppa ignoring you?"
"Yeah! Makes me sad."
"Sorry. Was checking train time. Miss it, and we're late to Grandma's."
"Hmph, kay. Fowgiven."
Says forgiveness, but scoots her butt closer, plops tiny hand on my knee while peeking the other way.
Cheeks still puffed.
This creature's adorable.
"Oppa made Yoon-seul sad, so let's get yummy stuff at the convenience store."
"Yummy... wha'?"
"Smoked eggs."
"Smoked? Wha's tha'?"
"Let's go check, missy."
Hand in hand to the station convenience store.
Board said train still had time.
Long ride to Gangneung—better stock water and snacks.
Bell ding-dongs loud entering.
Snack corner super visible here.
Straight there.
Items already decided.
"Yoon-seul, pick a chocolate."
"Yeah!"
Picked up the five-year-old chocolate sommelier—aka Chomlly—showing her the shelves stocked by type.
Her fierce gaze locked on one.
Today's pick?
"You like this one."
"This supew sweet... Can't wesist."
Gold foil chocolate she'd had before. Nuts dotted in for texture. Don't keep it home much, but good for trips.
Grabbed two packs. She hummed happily.
Next, snagged smoked eggs.
Yoon-seul gasped, grabbed my hand.
"Oppa! No this!"
"Huh? Why not."
"Dawky! Yoon-seul found it. Shell dawky."
Her fern-like finger pointed at the shell.
"All buwned! No eat. News says buwned stuff gives sick!"
Grinning big like she dropped wisdom, stuck out tummy, chin up.
Patted her head.
"Yoon-seul knows that? But it's fine. They're supposed to look like this."
"Huh? Okay?"
"Yeah, naturally a bit black."
"Oh... Didn' know. Sowwy..."
Proper navel bow, head down.
"No problem."
Bowed back.
Clerk glanced, smirked.
Bought snacks, headed to platform.
Soon arrived, found seats.
Put Yoon-seul by window to enjoy views.
Part of train fun—watching scenery change.
But soon after departure, issue.
"Oppa..."
"Yeah? What's up?"
"Yoon-seul can't see outside."
Turning head against backrest, but short height—no angle.
Kick backrest works, but table out for chocolate. Tough to move.
"Oppa move chocolate to his table. Fold yours, see outside."
"Yeah..."
Got it, but pondered with little groan, stared shiny-eyed.
"Yoon-seul wanna sit on Oppa's lap."
Probably the goal.
Eyeing me sly.
Not dangerous, right? Thought.
"If train staff says no, back to your seat, okay?"
"Then okay!"
On lap, finally content—wiggling feet, soaking views.
I could sit window-side too—not bad.
Luggage and snacks on empty seat—more convenient.
Couple across smiled at us.
- Looks like siblings traveling alone. Their talk's cute, right?
- Totally... Bro taking such good care of sis. Sis, take care of me like that.
- Got it, I'll do better.
Pretended not hear, looked out window.
Many dozing inside, their voices soft but reached.
Shoving chocolate, Yoon-seul eyed smoked eggs.
Train trip must.
"Oppa, that yummy?"
"Different from regular eggs. Wanna peel?"
"Yeah... Yoon-seul twy."
Took egg.
Then.
That couple eating smoked eggs too—wild method.
Crack!
Head-smash technique.
Rock-paper-scissors, loser takes head hit. Five-year-old twitched brows.
Gave egg back, shoved her head forward. Pointed crown.
"Oppa, hewe."
"Hurt head bump-bump."
"Yoon-seul head stwong."
Human head harder than egg, but pain's the issue.
"Really okay?"
"Twust Yoon-seul."
Firm, but what to trust?
One egg, that serious?
Whatever.
Half-ass risks worse pain—full swing.
Whack!
Aimed forehead—perfect crack.
Not hurt, right?
Checked lowered head.
"Uu... Okay though."
Eyes teary.
"Doesn't look okay."
"Twuly okay..."
Totally okay. Grammar?
Hurt more than thought.
But knew she wanted tough.
"Our Yoon-seul cracked egg with head—so strong?"
"Weally... stwong?"
Matched her.
Patted ego—she rubbed forehead, satisfied smile.
Happy, she's fine.
Rest, I foreheaded.
She whacked mine—too weak, egg held few times.
Almost lump, but I headbutted success.
Ate yummy with chocolate.
Months ago, no way eating public with her.
Now different.
Fame Level 2, asked Onui to control her powers somewhat.
Train sped.
Time passed.
"Ooh! Oppa, Gangneung sign!"
"Yeah?"
Pointed huge sign outside.
Can read "Gangneung."
Felt shorter than expected.