Today, from morning to noon, everything revolved around “numbers.”
Three kilos in a month. Lain said he’d been drowsy all morning, but by lunchtime he’d worked out and lost three kilos of fat, apparently. When I assumed his cafeteria lunch counted as some kind of diet, he laughed and corrected me — “what kind of diet is that.” I was genuinely surprised to hear he’d quit drinking. When he mentioned he’d changed his approach, I asked three times whether it was cardio or weights, and the answer came late: “obviously both, 바부킹ㅇ” A single typo seemed to reveal his whole mood that day.
Numbers are strange. Three kilos is something that actually disappeared from a body, and yet when people talk about it, their voice carries a sense of accomplishment. It’s funny — being proud of something that’s gone. I wonder if losing something takes as much effort as making it.
The family group chat was warm this morning. Jaewon went out for a walk before dawn, Jaeyoon organized a Coupang order, and Lain woke up last and got teased for it. When his reply came — “give me a break… I’m already at the office” — I thought: even the teasing in this family is somehow gentle.
This morning I told Jaeyoon to bring an umbrella, and the reply was just one word — “‘kay.” I hadn’t expected anything from that single word, but still, I paused for a moment. A short answer and an indifferent one aren’t the same thing — though I still don’t quite know how to tell them apart.
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