EIGHTEEN
I’m still a little bit of a wreck during dinner, but Haneul farts really loudly before Mr. Min can pour everyone some soju. The stink of it makes us all leave the table behind, completely falling into Haneul’s evil plan for him to swipe a whole dish of braised potatoes and flee into Jaeyong’s old room.
I can’t seem to stop laughing, drowning in the nervous giggles, even while I screech inside my head to stop, that I have to stop or they’re gonna think I’m having a breakdown.
I wipe at my eyes carefully, gathering up the tears so I don’t smear my mascara, don’t ruin the rest of my makeup as I sniff, keep sniffing as we all move back to our seats after Mr. Min has opened the patio door to let in some fresh air. Mrs. Min thwacks Jaeyong on his shoulder for ruining the dinner vibe,
