The Sister and the Childhood Friend
"Mwah..."
With a wet, sucking sound, our lips parted.
A thin, translucent thread stretched between us.
A younger sister sucking on her brother's neck... She had left a hickey on Yang Dajun’s throat.
Yang Dami stared at her own biological brother with her mouth agape, looking completely dazed.
"Ah."
Her eyes widened in an instant.
Her heart hammered against her ribs, the thumping echoing all the way to her eardrums.
Feeling guilty as if she’d been caught red-handed, Yang Dami glanced to the side.
Leaning against the wall, Yurim-unnie was sitting right next to her brother.
The "childhood friend" who was clearly destined to take her one and only brother as her own man...
Yang Dami stared intently at Lee Yurim.
"Huuuum..."
"Phew..."
Her breathing was unnervingly steady.
She was fast asleep, completely unaware of what had just happened.
Yang Dami bit her nails, a beat too late.
'Ha... She didn't see, right?'
She had gone and left another mark on the exact spot she’d bitten earlier that dawn.
If the mark didn't fade and instead grew darker, they might start thinking something strange was going on.
"Damn it."
What the hell am I doing?
Yang Dami ruffled her neatly styled short hair into a mess.
She returned to her original spot, acting as if nothing had happened, and hung her head low.
Sitting with her knees tucked, she waited for Yang Dajun to wake up.
It was several dozen minutes later when Yang Dajun and Lee Yurim finally stirred.
"Ugh. That was refreshing."
"Lee Yurim, you sound like an old lady."
"What are you saying? I'm still a maiden who hasn't even—ah."
She clamped her hand over her mouth as if she’d made a slip of the tongue.
Her Adam's apple bobbed as she swallowed hard.
She glanced around, acting uncharacteristically self-conscious, before looking back at my brother.
They were giggling, as if they shared a secret only the two of them knew.
'What is it? Do they have something going on?'
It felt like I was the only one being left out.
Even without this, the shrinking distance between them was already bothering me, but now it felt like Yang Dajun was drifting even further away from me.
'I can't even ask. It’s so annoying.'
I didn't want to be misunderstood as having feelings for my brother.
I was just worried about him, but he might mistake my care for affection.
So, Yang Dami just watched with a pout as the man and woman sat back down in front of the table.
"Dajun? Come here."
"Ugh, I don't want to."
"You said the test was hard, right? Let's do a little more."
Again, talk that only the two of them understood.
Muttering things, chuckling, and hitting each other on the shoulders.
Yang Dami just tapped aimlessly at her phone screen.
'They're sitting way too close.'
She kept flicking her finger, then stopping, then flicking again.
She pretended not to care, but Yang Dami kept stealing glances at them.
And a long while later.
Yang Dajun threw his notebook aside, saying he couldn't do any more.
He flopped backward, lying flat on the floor.
"Ah, I don't know. I'm done."
"You did do a lot... *ahem*."
Yurim-unnie, who had been stretching, cleared her throat and turned her head away.
Her ears had turned bright red, as if they’d been scorched on a hot iron plate.
I tilted my head, wondering what was going on, and looked over.
'Yang Dajun, are you crazy?'
His top had ridden up, revealing his bare skin.
I could see my "biological brother's" soft, squishy lower belly.
The guy didn't even think to pull his shirt down, as if he had no shame at all.
"Yang Dajun. Pull your shirt down."
"Oh... sorry."
He scratched his head as if he hadn't realized, and stood up.
He didn't even blush, acting as if it were nothing.
He started getting dressed, yawning wide.
"Haaam. Lee Yurim, I'll see you out."
"Oh, what's gotten into you?"
"I'm a gentleman by nature."
'Yeah, right.'
You’re the most oblivious person in the world, Yang Dajun. Yang Dami pouted and watched Yang Dajun change his clothes.
A sloppy outfit, just thrown on over his cotton tee.
It was a raggedy long padded coat, yet he was happy to wear it.
'It must be cold outside. Why is he so thoughtless?'
Yang Dami snapped at her brother.
"What's with that outfit?"
"It's fine."
The message didn't get through.
I wanted to tell him to bundle up, but Yurim-unnie had already led him out.
"Dami, unnie is leaving now. See you again."
"...Bye."
Yang Dami answered in a deflated voice, unable to tear her eyes away.
It was a sight I hadn't seen since we were kids... my brother and unnie, fingers laced together.
*
In the secluded alley in front of the house.
I followed Lee Yurim out to see her off.
The biting, sharp wind blew straight into my long padded coat.
I followed behind Lee Yurim, arms crossed, shivering.
"Huu..."
"Are you cold?"
"Yeah, aren't you?"
I lifted my head to look at Lee Yurim.
She curled her lips into a smile.
Lee Yurim puffed out her chest with a smug look.
"What do you take me for?"
"...Oh."
Her coat bulged prominently.
She had a bust that rivaled my sister's.
'Lee Yurim's chest, it's nice...'
I wanted to hug her tight and bury my face in it.
I wanted to take a big bite out of it.
I stared intently at Lee Yurim.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Hehe, don't want to be apart from me?"
"What's with the sudden 'unnie' act?"
It felt like she wanted to have me.
Lee Yurim spread her arms wide, as if telling me to come into her embrace.
"Ahem, be honest. I'm going to the department store with Yeryeong, so if you don't want to be apart, just come along."
"I'm not going."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really. Why would I go with you?"
Lee Yurim let her shoulders slump.
The corners of her eyes drooped, too.
"Wow, after everything between us. I'm actually a little hurt."
She acted upset as she approached me.
"What is it? You said you were leaving?"
"We've even had sex, so why are you like this?"
"Damn it... don't talk about that outside."
I was 'Yang Dajun,' the one ignorant of the ways of the world.
I knew no women other than Lee Yurim.
I acted even more cold on purpose.
Lee Yurim stroked my neck.
"Alright, but I don't think I really need to talk about it?"
"Why?"
"Because here... I even left a hickey. That I, well, deflowered you."
Lee Yurim hugged me.
"Ugh..."
My neck stung.
She had bitten me by surprise.
I struggled a beat too late.
"Don't..."
"Suck... slurrrp... hehe, I already did."
She sucked for a long time before finally letting go.
Lee Yurim stepped back and stroked my face.
Then she leaned in again.
"Let's kiss again."
"I told you not to."
"Ah, whyyy. Hehe."
She smiled with her eyes and rubbed her face against mine.
The girl's sharp nose poked at me.
Her flowing hair tickled my skin.
Lee Yurim grabbed my face.
"Are you really not coming with me?"
"I told you, I'm not."
"Then let's have a goodbye kiss."
"H, huup..."
My lips were devoured in an instant.
A gust of wind blew by.
I resisted for a moment before pretending to give in and opening my lips.
'Kissing, it's nice...'
Our tongues tangled, and I felt like all the saliva I’d been holding in my mouth was being stolen away.
"Slurp, slurp..."
"Hu, huup... ugh...!"
I pushed Lee Yurim away on purpose.
I furrowed my brows and glared at her.
Lee Yurim wiped her lips and asked.
"Ah, why? Do you hate kissing?"
"Isn't that obvious? I'm not dating you, am I?"
Lee Yurim kissed me again.
"Slurp, slurp... slurrrp... even now?"
"Ugh. I hate Lee Yurim so much..."
My nose stung.
A tear leaked out.
Lee Yurim reached out and wiped my face.
Then she hugged me, pressing me against her large breasts.
"Yang Dajun, do you really hate me? Are you going to break up with me?"
"...No."
I shook my head and said.
I said I didn't want that, and our eyes met.
Lee Yurim kissed me forcibly again.
"Mwah, mwah, do you hate me?"
"Ugh... no..."
"You like it, right?"
I nodded.
"Yeah..."
The girl, taller than me... a thin thread stretched long between our lips.
Lee Yurim looked down at me and said.
"Just in words?"
"Ah..."
She tapped my lips.
'She wants me to kiss her first. I guess I have to pretend to give in here.'
I stood on my tiptoes.
"Mwah..."
"Hehe, you're acting cute."
"Ha... I only did it because we're friends."
I turned my head away sharply.
Lee Yurim’s cheeks flushed as she giggled.
"Puhuhu, what are you saying? Where are there friends who kiss like that?"
"It's a friendship kiss..."
"Alright, alright, let's just date."
She kept confessing without giving up.
She kept kissing me without rest, pouring her heart out.
A 'childhood friend' desperate to have me.
I refused, unyielding.
"Wow... I got dumped again."
"Yeah."
Lee Yurim didn't look like someone who had been dumped.
She seemed to think I would eventually come around.
She giggled and showered me with kisses as she spoke.
"Hehe, it's a shock. I'm popular, you know. Slurp, slurp... guys confess to me a lot, you know? Slurrrp..."
"Ugh... th, then go date someone else."
"What are you saying?"
I only like you.
Lee Yurim rarely looked serious.
I, too, marveled inwardly.
'Yurim, you're the best.'
In a world like this, she was the only girl who looked only at me.
Conversely, I was a guy desperate to be devoured by other beauties.
'I'm sorry, but it can't be helped.'
I had no choice but to keep Lee Yurim waiting.
I snapped at her with an expression that said I didn't even expect anything.
"Then wait."
"For what?"
"If you want to date me, wait until I graduate."
"Ugh..."
The kissing stopped.
Lee Yurim stood there with her mouth agape, unable to continue.
She messed up her puppy-like, voluminous hair.
She kicked the ground and muttered.
"I've been waiting this long already. Ugh."
"What are you going to do?"
"Augh!"
Lee Yurim swung her arms in the air and shouted.
Then she tapped the back of her neck and pressed her forehead against mine.
"Hey, hey, you're not going to date some other girl while doing this, are you?"
"Damn it, what are you talking about? I told you I don't like anyone 'right now,' didn't I? And... huup... st, stop kissing me... huuuup..."
I pretended to crumble under Lee Yurim's kisses.
Pushed by the girl's body, I leaned against the wall and slumped halfway down.
Lee Yurim reached out to me while kissing me forcibly.
The zipper of the padded coat I was wearing slid down.