Chapter 62
Chapter 62
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: Yeon Du-na's Confession (1)
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Sunday morning. As Yeon Du-na headed to work, she found herself reminiscing about her conversation with her brother the night before.
The day before yesterday, her brother had gone out to a friends' gathering for the first time in ages, and she'd found him passed out drunk on the living room sofa when she came out for a glass of water in the early hours of the morning.
The moment she saw him like that, even though she knew he'd be upset, her first thought was worry: "Oppa shouldn't have drunk so much."
He'd still been out cold that morning when she left for work, but when she got home that night, he'd dropped a bombshell on her.
"Hey."
"What?"
"Haa."
"Why call me and then just sigh!"
"Hey."
"Argh, what?!"
"Jun-young Oppa has a girlfriend."
"..."
"Ugh, you idiot. That's why I told you to confess sooner..."
"I know."
"What?"
"I already knew Jun-young Oppa had a girlfriend!"
"Whaaat? Since when? I just heard yesterday."
Thud, thud. Bang!
"Hey! Yeon Du-na! Don't slam it so hard—you'll wake up Sis! What are you, a teenager?"
'Hmph! Even now, he's worrying about his wife?'
"Shut up! I'm going to bed!"
She'd snapped at her brother for no good reason and flung herself into bed, burying herself under the covers. She turned on her phone and scrolled through her contacts, hesitating over [Jun-young Oppa♥], putting her finger on it and pulling away over and over. Finally, she yanked the blanket up over her head.
"...I'm going to sleep."
Closing her eyes, she drifted off while recalling that incident from a few days ago in the break room.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Lost in memories of the night before, she let out deep sighs until she realized she'd arrived at the shop. She thought she'd come early, but Jun-young Oppa was already there.
"Du-na, you're here? It was pretty chilly this morning, huh?"
For a brief moment, seeing him raise his hand in greeting made her happy. But then she caught the scent of women's cosmetics on him, and she bit her lip without thinking.
She whipped her head away, and his flustered expression was kind of cute... No, not cute! She was supposed to be mad! She'd waited years for this!
Ever since the tough times when their family was struggling financially and he'd always call her and her brother out to eat together, she'd fallen for his kindness. That's why she'd chosen to major in culinary arts in college.
He wasn't the most handsome guy, but he had a thoughtfulness that the flashy guys her age lacked, and it shook her heart.
Of course, he didn't see her as a woman because of their big age gap, but she believed that once she turned twenty, she could win him over.
She felt bad for Jun-young Oppa, but honestly, his plain looks had given her confidence that he wouldn't get a girlfriend until she was an adult.
It was a mean thought that made her feel guilty, but she figured becoming a bit of a bad girl was okay if it meant claiming him.
But even after turning twenty, now staring down twenty-five, their relationship hadn't progressed.
Her eternally youthful face and stunted height were problems, but this time, his looks—which had once reassured her—had backfired.
He kept failing job interviews and losing confidence. Luckily, with their family's finances blooming, she and her brother offered him a job working with them.
She'd been over the moon when he accepted, but as the years passed, it hurt to see him treating her and her brother differently from before.
Jun-young Oppa was trying not to show it, but every word and action carried a subtle shift from the old days.
It was childish thinking, but she held off confessing, worried it might come off as pity for the guy who'd helped them back then. She wanted him to regain his confidence on his own.
When he went for interviews at other companies without telling her, she felt a little hurt but secretly hoped he'd succeed. He didn't, of course...
But now, he was slowly regaining that old confident vibe.
Maybe she was biased, but lately, his face even looked handsome! She didn't know why, but it was her chance. For the past few weeks, she'd been psyching herself up. For the perfect moment to confess.
'And then this happens! Ugh. C-calm down. Yeon Du-na, relax.'
She clenched her stomach.
"Hoo, haaah. Hoo-haa!"
After several deep breaths, she forced herself to calm down. But during break time, seeing him laugh and chat with another woman made her blood boil, and she approached him coldly.
"Oppa. Look at me for a sec."
"Huh? Oh? Y-yeah, Du-na."
She grabbed his hand and dragged him into the break room. Luckily, no one else was there.
"Oppa."
"What is it, Du-na? Something wrong? Tell Oppa."
His worried tone just made her angrier. Do you know why I'm like this?!
"D-did you... get a girlfriend, Oppa?"
"Huh? Oh, that bastard Hong-seop. He already told you?"
"I... already knew."
"What? Y-you? You knew?"
"Argh! Yeah! I knew!"
"H-how... But why are you mad, Du-na?"
"You think I wouldn't be? Oppa... I... ugh."
"Du-na?"
"...D-don't say you didn't know I liked you! Everyone knows!"
"No, Du-na, that's..."
"I... hng. I've liked you for... years."
Ugh, don't cry, don't cry.
"Ugh! Hngh, hng. F-fine. Maybe it's not true love, but I could handle anything else. But! Why Joo Na-young of all people?! That rude bitch!"
"Huh? Wh-what?"
"Not her, Oppa."
She'd first sensed something off the day Joo Na-young—who used to shudder at the sight of Jun-young Oppa—called him "Oppa."
It felt fishy, but she brushed it off as a slip-up. Then, a bit later, she'd gone to the break room to give him a massage because he looked exhausted and caught her kissing his cheek while he slept. Come to think of it, Joo Na-young's gaze on him lately had been unusual.
'N-no way. It must be a misunderstanding...'
She denied reality with all her might. She'd wanted to ask several times but was too scared of hearing they were dating, so she kept her mouth shut. And then yesterday, she'd heard it straight from her brother!
'My suspicions were right.'
Jun-young Oppa looked extremely flustered.
"You think your brother knowing meant I wouldn't find out? Jun-young Oppa, you're awful. Why her?! Oppa, is your taste in women that bad? You picked her while pretending not to notice me?"
"No, w-wait, there's some... m-misunderstanding."
"Oppa. Did you... do it with Joo Na-young?"
"Do... what?"
Acting like he doesn't know even though he does!
She yelled like a madwoman.
"S-sex! Sex!"
"D-Du-na! If you shout like that, people outside will hear..."
"So, did you or didn't you?!"
"N-no, we didn't. We didn't."
"Even if you did, I wouldn't care. You're not married. If you thought I'd give up on you, you're dead wrong. I'm not that nice. I've liked you way longer than she has. I'll never let her have you. ...Is it because I'm your friend's little sister?"
"Du-na, calm down. I know you're a great girl. But I've known you since you were in kindergarten. In my head, you're still a kid... Huh, h-heck!"
What was she thinking? Burning with rage, she'd grabbed his hand and pressed it to her chest.
"E-even now, am I a kid? Your little sister?!"
She could feel his rigid hand trembling. Or was it her own hands shaking?
As she squeezed his hand with both of hers, his fingers gripped her breast firmly. It felt hot... and ticklish.
"Hng, s-so? See? I'm all grown up..."
Seeing his panicked face snapped her back to reality. Her eyes trembling, she scanned him up and down and spotted the massive bulge straining against his pants.
"Kyaa! Eek! A-anyway, I'm not giving up! I'll never let you go!"
She bolted out. Slam!
Leaning against the wall outside, she fanned her face with her hands. Her cheeks were definitely flushed.
"Ugh, I-I'm crazy. I went crazy!"
'I put Oppa's hand on my chest... Did I just sexually harass him?'
As the thought lingered, she recalled the thing bulging in his pants. So different from her brother, who used to dash out of the bathroom naked with just a towel before she was married...
"Aaaah! What am I thinking?! B-but anyway, Oppa got turned on by me, right? Right? Heh. What? You don't see me as a woman? In your dreams!"
She tried to think positively, but reality hit quick.
"N-next time I see Oppa... what face do I make?"
Muttering gloomily, her wandering eyes stopped on the clock on the wall.
"4 PM? Time to prep for dinner service... Oh! Wait, what?!"
The problem wasn't next time. She still had the evening shift!
"W-what do I do... Ahh..."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ So... huge and soft...
Staring at my left hand—which had just been kneading Yeon Du-na's breast—I slapped my own cheek hard with it.
Smack!
Get it together! It's Yeon Du-na! Round it up—twenty years as oppa and dongsaeng! Your close friend's little sister, Yeon Du-na!
I turned toward Yeon Du-na, who hadn't said a word to me since the break room, and our eyes met.
She'd been glancing over—probably hearing the slap on my cheek—and whipped her head away at lightning speed.
Crack.
"Ow!"
A massive crack from Yeon Du-na's neck!
If you can't even look me in the eye, why'd you do that?
"What's with the awkward vibe? Did you two fight?"
Myeong-sook Auntie asked, looking between us.
"Nah, what would we fight about? Right, Du-na?"
I gave Yeon Du-na an awkward smile, but applause needs two hands—you can't clap alone. She didn't even glance my way as she replied coldly.
"We fought."
"Du-na?"
"Oppa, I'm mad at you. Don't talk to me."
"What did Jun-young do to piss you off this much, Du-na?"
"Hmph!"
She huffed dramatically but kept sneaking peeks at me, gauging my reaction.
Seeing that brought back her confession in the break room. Her teary-eyed outburst flashed through my mind.
—"Don't say you didn't know I liked you! Everyone knows!"
I thought it was just like-a-brother love. Sure, sometimes I'd wonder, 'Could she...?' But ugly solo-forever me? What do I know? What if it's a misunderstanding? I'd lose a cute little sister.
—"Hng. I've liked you for... years."
You should've just told me, Du-na. You don't know how bad I wanted a girlfriend.
I'd played it off with Pomi like, 'How could I do that to a friend's sister?' But to a guy starved for thirty years, who cares!
—"But! Why Joo Na-young?! That rude bitch!"
Hold up. That part confuses me. Am I dating Joo Na-young? If dream-banging counts, I escaped solo life in high school.
As I pondered that, Joo Na-young—carrying an order—walked right toward me.