Why Did You Go to Another Woman's House? A 'Noona' Jealous of a Much Younger Girl
Yang Dahee was dreaming.
A dream of holding her little brother in her arms.
She was happy, but she knew it wasn't reality.
Because we're siblings. Dajun and I are a fate that can never be tied together….
She might have been frowning in her sleep, troubled by the dull ache throbbing between her legs.
And that was why Yang Dahee couldn't quite bring herself to smile even after waking.
It was her younger brother, Yang Dajun — the boy who had pounced on her while she slept, seizing his chance — who had woken her.
Her stuffy ears cleared, and that adorable voice drifted in.
"Noona, you have to get up. It's late."
"Ah…."
Yang Dahee couldn't bring herself to be glad to see him.
Not when the memory of him squirming beneath her was still so vivid.
And yet there was Yang Dajun, holding his hand out to her all the same.
Dajun, you're too good. How am I supposed to face someone like you….
He was a little brother far too kind for a noona who'd committed the sin only family could commit.
The arm she'd been lifting unconsciously to gather him in fell back to her side.
"Yeah. I'm up."
Answering without any strength in her voice, Yang Dahee rose — and limped.
"Ugh."
It felt like being stabbed with a knife, the throbbing deep between her legs pulsing again and again.
As if to remind her of what she'd done, the pain came back sharp and insistent.
Eyes still hazy with sleep darting this way and that, Yang Dahee shuffled toward the kitchen sink.
When the news came on the TV over breakfast, she very nearly fainted on the spot.
It was the story of a brother and sister who had committed incest together and then taken their own lives.
"Cough, khh—"
"Cough, cough…."
Without any need to decide who went first, the siblings both broke into violent coughing fits, while only their little sister Yang Dami raised an eyebrow and stared at them strangely.
Yang Dahee's hands wouldn't stop trembling.
The fact that she had violated her own little brother kept circling in her head.
And yet there was Dajun, looking at her with worry written all over his face.
"Noona…."
She remembered what Dajun had said while struggling against her.
How he'd threatened to report her, and how she'd slapped him down for it.
She had threatened her own little brother — thrown suicide in his face to keep him quiet.
Shit. What if he really does it….
And still, Dajun kept turning those eyes on the noona who had raped him.
If that gaze ever turned cold and distant — she truly might die.
Yang Dahee all but fled the house.
"Noona, heading out?"
"Yeah. I'm late."
As she forced her eyes away and bent to put on her shoes, a soft voice reached her.
"Noona, look at me."
"What…?"
Yang Dahee lifted her head with a strained smile.
Huh…?
He was beaming.
Yang Dajun spread both arms wide, just like always, and folded himself into her.
"Have a good day."
He hugged her with that bright smile, as if nothing had ever happened.
His breath washing over her chest and rising all the way to the nape of her neck was impossibly warm.
It felt like being forgiven.
Yang Dahee couldn't contain what was welling up inside her.
That's right — Dajun loves me too, doesn't he?
She loved her little brother so much that she could tell without a word being spoken.
The way they both lost their memories when they kissed.
She chose to believe it was fate granting her another chance.
Haah… I've lost my mind. Having a brother like this and dying? Die over what, exactly.
Her heart was pounding furiously.
Yang Dahee brushed the corner of her eye, called out to Yang Dajun —
"Dajun."
— then lowered herself and pressed her lips to her little brother's.
A soft smack.
After the light parting of their lips, Yang Dahee spun on her heel.
Yang Dajun saw her off in his usual voice.
"Bye, noona. Get home safe."
"Yeah, see you tonight. Heheht."
Giggling, Yang Dahee scurried out the door.
It felt like she'd left something behind, but she couldn't have cared less.
"Heheht, Dajun…."
She was late, yet her steps had never felt lighter.
It was only after she arrived at the office that she remembered what it was.
*
Inside the office.
A man with his arm propped at an angle was speaking to Yang Dahee, who sat at her own desk hammering away at her keyboard.
"Dahee, the issue that got posted to the tracker — didn't you resolve it in less than a week?"
"It was a team effort, really."
She glanced sideways and caught sight of a carefully made-up face.
The man, striking a pose for all he was worth, pressed on.
"And I hear you even landed a commit for the M Foundation. Leave it to Dahee and…"
"Everyone helped. That's all it was."
She didn't spare a thought for whatever he was saying.
Yes, yes — even as she nodded along, her mind was full of one man only.
Her little brother, and nothing else.
Staring blankly at her monitor, she found herself sketching Yang Dajun's face in her head before she knew it.
Heheh, I want to go home already. When I get there, Dajun will welcome me back, won't he?
The moment she walked through the door, he'd wrap his arms around her with that bright, everyday smile.
He'd act like nothing happened at all, tell her he loved his noona, and sidle up beside her with his head tilted.
And then the kiss, too….
Just as Yang Dahee was about to smile in contentment, another voice cut in.
"Dahee, so we were all thinking of getting together today, and…"
Ugh.
"If you're free tonight, we were all going to—"
"No, I'm fine, thanks."
Struggling to keep the corner of her mouth from twitching, Yang Dahee shook her head.
When she simply kept staring dead at the monitor as if he didn't exist, the man swallowed his disappointment and slunk back to his seat.
"Guess that's a no again…."
She could hear the muttering from a distance.
"How'd it go?"
"She's not coming."
"Oh no."
"Wow… if even our own guys can't land her, nobody else stands a chance."
"What did I tell you? She really does have a boyfriend."
"Seriously? Whoever he is, Dahee's boyfriend is one lucky bastard."
The same old song and dance.
Every time she fended off an approaching man, a fresh batch of rumors stuck to her like burrs.
I couldn't care less about any of that.
All that mattered to Yang Dahee were her younger siblings.
Prime husband material, the most eligible in the company — labels like those meant absolutely nothing to her.
She just smirked it all away and went back to work.
That was when it happened.
"Hm…?"
Digging through her bag, Yang Dahee realized something was missing.
Where did it go? I can't do without that thing.
The USB drive she used for work from time to time — one sanctioned for transport under the security policy.
In case she was wrong, she rummaged through her inner pocket too.
"Mmm…."
Sure enough, nothing.
Did I leave it at home? But I thought I packed everything….
Scratching her head, Yang Dahee pulled out her phone.
Perfectly naturally, she punched in a number.
Her little brother's — Yang Dajun's — phone number.
Heheh.
Giddy over nothing in particular, she smiled and placed the call.
Ring, ring….
Before long, the call connected.
The happiness of hearing from him made her raise her voice without thinking.
"Dajun!"
"Dajun!"
—Noona?
Oh… how embarrassing.
Several looks from around the office flew her way, and Yang Dahee flushed red at how unladylike she'd been.
Ducking her head slightly, she lowered her voice.
"Ahem… Yang Dajun. Are you home?"
—No, I'm at Yurim's place.
"…Why?"
The moment she heard he wasn't home, the words came out colder than she'd ever meant them to be — so cold it startled even her.
Sensing the sudden chill in the air, Dajun hesitated before answering.
—I-I'm studying.
"Is that so?"
—Mmhm… really, I am.
For some reason, his voice came back short of breath.
What is this? Is he not actually studying? Don't tell me… did I scare him? Because of what I did?
Just moments ago she'd spoken to him in a voice frostier than her usual self.
Yang Dahee belatedly cursed herself for it.
I've lost it. Yurim is Dajun's childhood friend. What am I doing getting jealous over a girl younger than me?
Six years his senior, and she wasn't acting her age at all.
It was because she saw her little brother as a man.
Whew… get a grip. It's work hours. If I keep this up, it'll look like I called just to indulge myself.
Shaking her head briskly, Yang Dahee spoke.
"You said you're at Yurim's place right now?"
—Yeah, noona. Why, what's up? Is something wrong? Haah….
"No, I think I left something behind."
—What?
"A USB drive. I was sure I'd grabbed it, but I can't find it anywhere."
—Oh… is it the black one?
Huh?
Yang Dahee's eyes went wide.
"That's right. How did you know?"
—I think I saw it when I was leaving. By the computer desk?
"Haah, thank god…."
She let out a long breath of relief.
If she'd actually lost it, the re-issuing procedure would have been a nightmare.
Yang Dahee glanced at the time on her monitor and thought it over.
Let's see… it'd be tight to run home and back.
There was still a mountain of work left to do.
Going on half-day leave at this point just wasn't practical.
But Dajun was out somewhere else as well, so it looked like she'd have no choice but to fetch it herself.
—Noona?
While she was humming in thought, Dajun spoke up from the other end.
—Do you need it now?
"Yeah, something came up."
—Hm… then I'll bring it to you.
"You will?"
Yang Dahee started to brighten — then froze.
Her little brother, offering to bring it all the way to her office? It was like tossing a lamb into open water.
No way that's happening. Dajun's so guileless — what if some other woman latches onto him on the way?
She'd be collecting phone numbers by the handful every step of the journey.
Rather than watch that circus, she'd go herself, thank you very much.
So thinking, Yang Dahee moved to refuse — but she was one beat too late.
—Noona?
Before she could say a word, Dajun cut in first.
He sounded like he already knew exactly what she was going to say.
His voice, oddly enough, was trembling — like he was holding something back.
—D-don't worry about it….
"Dajun?"
—I'll bring it to you, I promise….
"Huh? No, you really don't have to—"
—No. I'm going. Right now… hnngh…!
And then — click.
Yang Dajun hung up on her first.
Staring blankly at the dead tone buzzing in her ear, all Yang Dahee could do was tilt her head.
…What was that?
*
Wow.
That was close. Almost got caught.
God, that's hot, though.
I set the phone down and met Lee Yeryeong's eyes.
The girl was still gripping my cock, raking her fingers down my spine.
"Mmmhn, Oppa…?"