There Are Four Top Idol Uncles - Chapter 231

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Part 2, Episode 57
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“Eon.”
Lee Doha knocked on Eon’s door.
Eon hadn’t been eating properly and had locked himself in his room.
Normally, Yewon would come running and nag him, saying things like “How can you not eat, Uncle?” Then Eon would be delighted even as he pretended not to be, laughing sheepishly while letting her drag him to the kitchen, where he’d take a spoonful of rice before grumbling, “Ah, I can’t be bothered. Why don’t you feed me, you little thing?” — but.
But not anymore.
These days, Yewon seemed to see right through all his tricks; she didn’t even glance at Eon’s door, only turning to Lee Doha with these words.
“Uncle.”
“Mm?”
“For now, you’ll need to look after the other uncles instead of me. I need time to collect myself.”
“?!!?!?!?!”
Yewon was really, truly furious…!
Lee Doha tried to imagine what it would have been like to be on the receiving end of that cold gaze himself.
‘….’
He’d rather die than become the object of a look like that.
“Eon?”
When no answer came from inside, Lee Doha simply opened the door.
Had he cried himself to exhaustion and fallen asleep?
As the door swung open, there on Eon’s bed was a round….
‘…ball…?’
A ball made of blankets.
How could a person look so much like a ball?
Lee Doha sighed and sat down beside the blanket ball.
“Ian, let’s eat. I cooked something. English home cooking — I fried some bacon and chips.”
He wasn’t entirely sure what English home cooking actually was, so he’d just made whatever came to mind, but that was his secret.
“Go away……. I don’t need any of it…….”
A muffled, dampened voice came back from inside the blanket.
Good grief.
“If you keep refusing to eat like this, you’re only going to make Yewon angrier.”
“…….”
“If I were you, I’d be trying to avoid making Yewon any more furious than she already is. Are you okay with it?”
“…….”
At those words, Eon poked his head out from between the blankets.
His face came into view, eyes red-rimmed and cheeks slightly hollowed.
“You actually cried?”
“Shut up.”
“Wow. I should take a picture of this—”
“I said shut your mouth!”
Lee Doha rushed to find his cell phone, and Eon kicked off the blanket and lashed out at his back.
“The Glow fans would love this… if I posted a picture of you crying to Sparkle….”
“Are you trying to die? I’ll tell everyone it was you who cried, you hear me?”
“Yeah? That would be even better….”
“Ugh, get out!”
Lee Doha laughed quietly even as he endured the kicks. At least he’s perking up a little.
“Come on out and eat. Stop being stubborn. You know what Yewon’s like, and yet you’re still doing this.”
“…I just had good luck, that’s all there is to it!”
Eon grumbled irritably as he kicked off his blanket, yet he rose obediently from bed.
He really did know what Yewon was like.
When Eon and Lee Doha shuffled into the kitchen, they found Hanwon and Seo Yeonho already sitting there, eating ravenously.
Both men were mechanically stuffing rice into their mouths, their eyes devoid of focus.
With all four men now seated.
“I’m…… never falling in love again…….”
Hanwon opened the conversation with sheer nonsense as an appetizer.
“My chest feels like I’ve been shot. I’ve never been shot before, but… I imagine it must feel like this…. Sob.”
“Ugh, that’s enough to kill anyone’s appetite.”
Eon winced at Hanwon. This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted to eat. A tragedy only worked if one person was falling apart; when everyone did it together, it became melodrama.
Eon’s gaze shifted toward Seo Yeonho, who seemed (relatively speaking) more composed.
Actually, no. Let me correct myself. That man wasn’t composed either.
“Seo Yeonho. Soup is eaten with a spoon, not chopsticks. No matter how impressive your muscles are, you can’t manage it that way — snap out of it.”
“…….”
At those words, Yeonho set down his chopsticks in a daze, then reached for the bacon with a spoon instead.
“God, you’re all so pathetically petty.”
Eon felt as though he were aging in real time. His appetite, already fragile, was evaporating entirely.
“Come on, everyone.”
Lee Doha bit back a smile as he watched his members and opened his mouth to speak.
If he laughed now, he’d be mercilessly teased for the next decade.
“My brother-in-law called. He says there’s a way to lift Yewon’s mood.”
At that—
Clack.
Clack.
Clink-clink-clink-clink-clink. (That was Weon.)
The sound of cutlery hastily set down followed.
“If there’s a way, why the hell aren’t you saying it right now?!”
“Really?! Really?! Really?! Wait, no. Don’t tell me you’re going to solve it with money again—I’m not listening… don’t give me false hope… just let me wallow in this tragic love story….”
“Just tell us, Lee Doha.”
Lee Doha had to keep pinching his thigh to keep from laughing at these fourteen-year collaborators of his.
“But for that to work, I think you all need to act more maturely. Can you manage that?”
“When did we grow up?! Don’t you dare toy with a man’s sincerity, Lee Doha!!!”
“Your tongue’s too long. Want me to cut it off? Is it too unruly for you to control?”
“A shovel couldn’t even cut it.”
Lee Doha calmed the members down to protect his precious tongue, then spoke.
“The real reason for all this is that we haven’t respected Yewon’s relationships and we’ve interfered with them. So my brother-in-law says we need to show her that’s not true. We need to show her that we genuinely respect and support her relationships.”
“So what are you saying we do?”
“Eon, your eyes are about to shoot flames. Anyway. So… apparently pajama parties are trending among middle schoolers these days. So we’re going on a trip. One night, two days.”
“…?”
How was that supposed to solve anything…? Yewon probably wouldn’t even go…?
The three men stared at Lee Doha with incomprehension written across their faces.
“With Yewon’s friends.”
“!”
“Including that kid Hyuk who caused all this trouble.”
“!!!!!!!!!!”
All three men went rigid at once, as if struck by lightning.
“Please, just listen. Yewon’s gotten closer to two other people lately. One is a girl named Seoa, and the other is….”
“Oh, please.”
Eon covered his face with both hands, unable to bear hearing more.
“Yoo Eun-o….”
“….”
“…….”
“My brother-in-law knows that friend’s father, so he said he’d reach out himself. Just think about it carefully.”
Lee Doha chuckled softly as he spoke.
“Are you kidding me?!?! How is your brother-in-law okay with this?!?! He’s the one who should be most against it!!! Why are you putting us through this?!!! And you—why are you so calm? You’re the one who’s crazy about Yewon, and now you’re suddenly playing it cool?!?!?!”
“Well, it’s….”
Lee Doha recalled the message Yusong had sent him earlier.
[Yusong: Keep friends close.]
[Yusong: Keep enemies closer.]
[Yusong: The angrier you are, the colder your head must be.]
…Listening to it, the logic seemed sound.
“And most of all, we’re going too. As long as we haven’t completely lost our nerve, they won’t try anything funny in front of us.”
“…….”
“And….”
Lee Doha sighed deeply.
“It’s more important that Yewon safely experiences a variety of emotions than never dating, never loving anyone for her entire life. I don’t want Yewon to grow up without ever knowing what love feels like.”
“!”
“I’ve thought about it a lot too. Yewon’s right. We need to trust her and support her. She’s going to grow. We can’t keep her locked up at home forever.”
Lee Doha lowered his gaze.
Yewon had said she wasn’t a baby bird, but to all of them, she still looked far too small and fragile.
Their hearts shattered at the sight of this fledgling trying to leave the nest.
“Think about it. Would it be better if Yewon made a boyfriend and desperately hid it from us, or if she introduced him to us and told us cute stories about it with an excited smile?”
“Both sound like they’d drive me to death.”
“….”
Yeonho’s words struck a chord with Doha, though he forced himself to push the feeling aside.
He had to get his head on straight….
“Think about it, all of you. If a son-in-law comes along, wouldn’t it be better to have him move in with us instead?”
“……….”
Every word that had just spilled from Doha’s mouth was horrible, yet the members found themselves unable to disagree.
“Fine. Do it that way.”
“!”
Yeonho was the first to answer, and all eyes immediately shifted to him.
“I’ll see those two with my own eyes, and they’ll get to see my muscles with theirs. That works for me.”
“…….”
That was it, then….
Doha nodded reluctantly. At least an approval was coming through, however it came….
“Ugh. I’m never falling in love again!!!! Never!!!! Why do I have to have my heart torn to shreds just because I have a niece!!!!!!”
Weon threw himself across the dining table, sobbing.
Doha sighed. He understood it was still a form of “okay,” no matter what.
Finally….
“Eon?”
“….”
“Eon…?”
When Doha called him again, Eon glared at him.
“Why are you even asking? Did I have a choice to refuse?”
“No….”
Doha patted Eon’s shoulder. Our Eon’s all grown up.
“God, seriously. I’m so irritated. I’ve lost my appetite. Not eating. You all finish it.”
“Should I feed Yewon instead…?”
“Just back off!”
Whether Eon protested or not, Doha let out a detached laugh—ha, ha—and brushed it aside.
The truth was, his own heart was the one being torn apart.
Yewon.
Uncle really tried his hardest….
You might not understand now, but I hope you’ll know someday….

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