Chapter 58

Thin, transparent, revealing!

Yuri and Krystal couldn't help but think of the comments Park Ji-hoon had made earlier, finding them surprisingly apt! It wasn't that the clothes were bad; on the contrary, they fit surprisingly well! However, they were just too transparent. A man wearing such clothes always seemed a bit strange, after all, this wasn't the stage.

"It looks like I can only wear this at home," Park Ji-hoon said after the two had seen it, turning around and changing back into a T-shirt.

"Why did you take it off, then, oppa?" Krystal teased, thinking he was embarrassed because of their presence.

"I'll wear it again after Min-ya comes back and washes it," Park Ji-hoon replied. For new clothes, he always washed them in warm water before wearing them. Of course, he didn't do it himself.

"Big lazy cat!" Krystal pouted, saying. To speak so confidently about such things, what else could he be but a big lazy cat?

"Ha ha..." Park Ji-hoon laughed, not bothering to defend himself, and went to make three glasses of juice.

Compared to Yuri, Krystal was much more relaxed, not only offering to help but also acting as if she were at home, with no trace of restraint.

The atmosphere among the three became much more relaxed.

However, as noon approached, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Park Min-ya was dismissed at 12 noon and would take at least until 12:30 to get home. But it was already noon, and the three were hungry, yet they sat there staring at each other, making Park Ji-hoon, as the host, feel a bit embarrassed.

"Oppa, how do you live when you're alone?" Krystal couldn't help but ask.

"Either I go out to eat, order takeout, or make something simple like stir-fried rice cakes," Park Ji-hoon replied.

"Oppa and Min-ya-ssi are completely opposite!" Krystal sighed weakly.

"Want to eat an apple first?" Park Ji-hoon asked.

"No!" To his surprise, Yuri and Krystal both refused simultaneously.

"It's fine to be a bit hungry; we'll save room for Min-ya-ssi's cooking!" Krystal added.

The three fell silent again, too tired even to chat.

When the door opened, the three sprang up as if they had heard the voice of an angel.

"Min-ya!" Park Ji-hoon was the first to take Min-ya's backpack.

"Min-ya (onee-san)!" Yuri and Krystal called out together, their voices filled with eagerness.

Park Min-ya's gaze swept over the three, a smile playing on her lips. "Are you all starving?"

"Um!" Park Ji-hoon and Yuri both blushed slightly, while Krystal nodded eagerly. Being young had its advantages.

"Alright, alright! I'll change and start cooking," Park Min-ya said with a smile. She liked Krystal's straightforward and unpretentious personality.

Yuri and Krystal also washed their hands to help.

Only Park Ji-hoon lay on the sofa, bored, listening to the three in the kitchen, thinking about the past six months of filming "Uncle."

Being good at summarizing is the foundation of progress.

His and Park Min-ya's "genius" reputations didn't come from just studying hard.

Unconsciously, he fell asleep. He had developed a habit of not being able to sleep unless he was thinking about something.

"Big lazy cat!"

Krystal woke him up.

"Are we eating?" He was covered with a blanket, not sure who had put it on him.

However, just as he sat up to remove the blanket, Krystal pushed him back down.

"What are you doing?" Park Ji-hoon asked, puzzled.

Krystal glared at him as if he had done something wrong.

"Huh?" Park Min-ya and Yuri also looked over, puzzled. They had been busy in the kitchen and didn't know what had happened.

"What kind of weird dream did oppa have?" After a moment, Krystal finally managed to say.

"Weird dream? What do you mean?" Park Ji-hoon was even more confused.

Park Min-ya seemed to guess something, blinking her eyes and saying, "Little Crystal, go get the chopsticks from the kitchen!"

"Yes!" Krystal quickly left.

"Brother! Go wash your face!" Park Min-ya then said to Park Ji-hoon.

Yuri seemed to have guessed as well, glancing at Park Ji-hoon and turning away with a slightly red face.

Park Ji-hoon gradually woke up, noticing the change in his body and understanding why Krystal had reacted that way.

It seems his physical condition has improved.

After two deep breaths to calm down, he got up and went to the bathroom.

When he returned to the table, Krystal was already seated, pouting and making a face at him.

Park Ji-hoon smiled helplessly; he couldn't control what happened while he was sleeping.

"Let's eat!"

It was a very hearty lunch, with three dishes of meat and vegetables, and a bowl of chicken soup. On an empty stomach, it tasted even better.

"So delicious!" Krystal kept praising.

Yuri nodded in agreement.

Although it wasn't as stunning as the first meal, Park Min-ya's nearly ten years of cooking experience wasn't to be underestimated, always bringing out that simple, home-cooked flavor.

Krystal ate two bowls of rice and drank a bowl of chicken soup!

"Did you skip breakfast on purpose?" After lunch, Park Ji-hoon asked Krystal, who looked very satisfied.

"I did eat a little, just a glass of milk," Krystal replied nonchalantly.

"Are you not afraid of overeating?" Park Ji-hoon said.

"What's oppa jealous about? It's all Min-ya-ssi's cooking!" Krystal raised an eyebrow, "Oppa doesn't even clean the table!"

"There are you three!" Park Ji-hoon said.

"Big lazy cat!" Krystal called him again.

"Don't think I don't know, you're a little lazy cat too!" Park Ji-hoon said bluntly. Although she was a girl, she also had a somewhat lazy personality.

Park Min-ya and Yuri watched the two bicker as if they were watching a TV drama.

"What are you doing this afternoon, oppa? Are you going to sleep again?" Finally, when the two quieted down, Yuri asked.

"No." Park Ji-hoon shook his head, "I'm going to the boxing gym this afternoon." He had never given up on practicing boxing, going whenever he had time, both to exercise and to relieve stress.

"Ha!" As soon as he finished speaking, a small fist suddenly swung in front of his face, startling him.

Krystal! This little one, like her sister, could do anything at any moment, without any warning.

After catching her wrist, Park Ji-hoon continued, "There's a wrap party tonight, so I won't be back. If you're not busy, stay for dinner."

"Grinding, grinding..." Krystal was still trying to free her wrist from his grip.

"I have a job this afternoon," Yuri said regretfully, shaking her head.

"Chat among yourselves." Park Ji-hoon let go of Krystal and stood up, leaving the space to the three girls. It was already past 1 PM, and he would treat the walk to the boxing gym as a rest.

A while later, Yuri left. She didn't want to be seen with him, as it could cause trouble.

Krystal began to ask Park Min-ya for help with her studies. The earlier conversation with Park Ji-hoon wasn't a joke; she was very serious about her studies and had studied with Park Min-ya before.

Around 4 PM, Park Ji-hoon returned home, took a shower, and left again.

The "Uncle" wrap party was attended by almost all the main actors and staff.

Like a compressed spring, the more pressure it was under, the greater the rebound. After six months of hard work, all the pressure was released at this party.

Park Ji-hoon got drunk again.

After returning home, Park Min-ya was busy, and only after he sobered up did she let him take a shower.

"You've worked hard, Min-ya." After showering, Park Ji-hoon found Park Min-ya reading on the sofa, walked over, and said softly. Krystal's words and the trouble caused by his drunkenness made him feel a faint sense of guilt towards Park Min-ya. It should be the brother taking care of the sister, but now it was the opposite.

Park Min-ya put down her book, as if she hadn't heard, and smiled, beckoning him over.

"Huh?" Park Ji-hoon followed her gesture to the other side of the sofa.

"Does it look good?" Park Min-ya turned sideways, bent her legs, and placed her feet on the sofa, asking him.

Park Ji-hoon then noticed that her toenails were painted. Her white, evenly spaced toes, with their round, soft tips, looked like ten shy little rabbits curled up, highlighting the light pink nail polish.

"Very pretty!" He praised softly after a glance.

"One side was painted by Little Crystal, and the other by me," Park Min-ya said with a smile. It was her first time painting her nails, and she found it very novel. As a girl, she naturally liked such pretty things.

"Um." Park Ji-hoon nodded with a smile, a mix of affection and guilt.

Park Min-ya curled her legs on the sofa and said to Park Ji-hoon, "Brother, sit!"

"What?" Park Ji-hoon sat down, looking at her curiously.

"Let's make a movie!" Park Min-ya leaned forward slightly, with a hint of excitement and a persuasive tone.

"Uh!" Park Ji-hoon was stunned, suddenly feeling the urge to touch her forehead.

It was too sudden!

He wasn't even a good actor yet, and she suddenly wanted him to make a movie? Besides, where would the money for a movie come from? Staff, props, costumes... there were too many things involved!

How could this little one suddenly have such an idea? It was like two students in class, and someone suddenly suggested, "Let's start a company!" How would the other person react?

Was it a joke?