100 Bottles of Milk

“Ajhusshi! Hurry up!” you shouted out as you stood outside your apartment building.

“Don’t use that tone with me! I’m older!”

“Obviously not smarter because you’re bringing two suitcases and a backpack. Everyone has one bag and a back pack. We’re going for three days four nights, not three months four decades.”

“Well one is for all the insect repellents and my day and night skin care.”

“Of course, how silly of me, day and night skin care…”

“Noona, your boyfriend is here.”

Chunji stopped in front of you and got out of the mini-van.

“I decided to hire a mini-van because I know it might can uncomfortable for your guys with your long legs sitting at the back.”

“Let’s put our luggage in and go!” you said enthusiastically as you picked up your bag.

“Let me hold it for you,” said Woohyun as he grabbed the bag.

“You’re already holding two suitcases, I’ll take care of it,” Chunji smiled as he took it off Woohyun.

Minho and Zelo looked at each other after observing what was going on between you, Woohyun and Chunji.

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“Hey Jenny, do you think your family will like me?” Chunji asked.

“I think they’ll like all of us. Chunji oppa, you have your great personality and angelic voice, Jun Hong- I mean Zelo, has his fierce rapping skills which is only a bit behind my skills.”

“Aish noona.”

“Minho is hard working and he has extremely charismatic eyes and Woohyun ajhusshi… well… he has… muscles?” you laughed, “Do muscles count?”

“Yah, don’t look down on these muscles. No one is born with toned muscles and a great six pack, it’s hard work keeping these muscles.”

“Hey, why don’t we sing a song to pass the time?” Minho suggested.

“Yeah! Hyung, let’s sing 100 beer bottles on the wall.”

“No, you’re minor, we shall change it to… milk.”

Chunji laughed, which made Woohyun laugh loudly.

“Okay… let’s start singing. 1,2,3. 100 bottles of milk on the wall, 100 bottles of milk. You take one down and pass it around. 99 bottles of milk on the wall. 99 bottles of milk on the wall, 99 bottles of milk…”

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“One bottle of milk on the wall, one bottle of milk. You take one down and pass it around, NO MORE BOTTLES OF MILK ON THE WALL!”

The three sitting in the back seat were clapping enthusiastically.

You let out a sigh, “So now what?”

“Let’s play the ‘Of Course’ game,” Woohyun suggested.

“Okay, that seems fun. How do you play?” Chunji asked.

“How do you play? Have you not watched the amazing show called X-MAN? The one with Yoo Jae Suk as the host? The Kim Jong Kook and Yoon Eun Hye love line? You don’t know?”

“I was too busy studying or doing charity work so I didn’t have time to watch TV.”

“Anyways, basically I say things to you and you have to say ‘of course’ to the point where you can’t say ‘of course’ anymore, hence making you the loser. But to make it like the actual of course game, you have to pretend that you’re a celebrity so the topics of dating, scandals and blah blah is something you can’t take lightly. Okay?”

“Okay. So who starts?” asked Minho.

“Obviously the two men in this car,” said Zelo, “Woohyun and Chunji hyung.”

“This will be interesting,” you whispered to Minho.

“Okay, start!”

“Chunji, do you think that you’re so cool driving the car? I can also a car, I have my license.”

“Of course! But it’s a mini-van. Not a car.”

“Ooohhh. Woohyun hyung doesn’t know which motor vehicle is which.”

“Of course! Why are you always acting so nice and saying ‘yes’ to everything? Are you not a man? Stand up for yourself.”

“Of course! I am a man. You have a girlfriend. You are a man correct?”

“Correct.”

“Then why can’t you ever take the lead? Why do you follow my sister’s orders around? Why do you always say yes to her? So according to what you said. You are not a man?”

Woohyun’s face went red.

“Ha! Chunji oppa won!” you cheered.

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~~~~~Your POV~~~~~

I stepped out of the mini-van and I couldn’t feel more excited. Wow… I haven’t been here for three lunar new years. That’s a lot of new years to miss out with your parents, especially for someone my age. Would it be clichéd to say that things have changed a lot or to say that nothing has changed at all? Because EVERYTHING is a cliché now. My whole life is a cliché, a teenage girl being a spy or assassin or in my case, a debt collector due to financial circumstances, faced with a love triangle with two good looking guys.

“Noona, let’s go!” Jun Hong brushed passed me as he ran towards my house. My real house.

“Wow… your house is so… cosy…” said Woohyun as he pulled his suitcases out of the van.

Is he insulting my house?

“If it’s too small for your gigantic ego, you can sleep outside.”

“What? When did I say that your house was small?”

“Okay, okay. Whatever you say. Oppa! Let’s go inside, my parents would probably want to meet you.”

“You told your parents about me?”

“You told your parents about Chunji?”

I nodded my head, “Yeah, I told them about you before we were dating so I think we should update them on the news about us.”

“Great, but you go in first; I have to call my dad.”

“Okay.”

I quickly turned my back to Chunji and walked off as I took out my phone. Being the great detective that I am, I put on a tracer in Chunji’s phone so I every time he calls his dad, I know the exact whereabouts of his dad.

Damn it, the call was too short. Aish…

“Jun Hee!”

“Appa!”

I ran up to him for a hug and I couldn’t help but tear up a little, it’s been a while since I got a bear hug from my dad. He gives the best bear hugs, despite being a very skinny and tall man. I looked up at my dad and smiled.

“I see you have coloured your hair again.”

“Aigoo. I am a 49 year old man, I embrace the future, plus your mother always pulls out my grey hairs.”

I smiled mischievously at my dad, “Appa, you didn’t deny it.”

“Okay, so I do it every few months. Just because I come from the country, doesn’t mean I have to completely disregard my looks.”

“Speaking of looks, can you please explain Jun Hong’s hair? He looks like a gangster,” accused my mother.

“Umma, all the hip hop artists are going blonde.”

“Aigoo… what if your grandmother sees this?”

“She’d make that funny face that looks like she’s squinting and-” I couldn’t help myself from laughing and neither did Jun Hong.

I looked over at my mum and she was trying to hold in her laughter.

“I had lived with your grandmother for 49 years and I still laugh when I imagine that face.”

“Yeah, that face definitely breaks the ice.”

“Anneonghaseyo!”

“Oh, these people must be your friends.”

“Anneonghaseyo aunty, I am Nam Woohyun. I am a very close work friend of Jenny.”

“Anneonghaseyo, I am Lee Chan Hee-”

Woohyun scoffed and I death stared him.

“Ah… we’ve heard about you. You’re helping Jun Hee or should I say Jenny now,” my dad smiled at me, “with her university work.”

“Neh.”

“Anneonghaseyo, I am Choi Minho. I am the maknae of the group and I live in the same apartment building with Jenny.”

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you all. It’s not exactly lunch time yet, so why don’t we take you to meet the other family members?”

“That would be great.”

“Yes! We can have a barbeque there,” Jun Hong cheered.

This will be the first time since the time I was born that things might be slightly entertaining. Maybe I can get a cut of the expensive meat…

~~~~~End of your POV~~~~~