Chapter 32

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Translator: Ebonarch

Chapter: 32

Chapter Title: Younger Sister's Recollection - My Story with Oppa 2

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The first woman to become someone special to Oppa outside our family.

But everyone around Oppa besides our family had only ever hurt him without a second thought up until now.

The middle school field trip incident was the same. It started because a girl who was the leader among the female students—a so-called delinquent—had her eye on Oppa. She'd asked him out lightly, got rejected, held a grudge, and orchestrated that mess.

To Oppa, anyone special outside the family was nothing but a source of harm. I hoped no one would approach him with shallow thoughts like liking him or being interested. Sincerely.

I decided to meet Oppa's girlfriend and talk to her.

Honestly, I was shocked. Oppa's girlfriend, Yeon-i Senior, was so utterly ordinary. Ordinary face, ordinary personality, ordinary family background—just the type who'd sit quietly in the corner of any class, reading a book.

Was this Oppa's type? She was the complete opposite of me. Honestly, it was a bit of a shock.

The silver lining was that Yeon-i Senior was someone I could talk to. She knew herself that she didn't suit Oppa, and while they'd ended up dating by chance, she said she was content just watching him from afar.

Without me needing to pull out an envelope of cash like in Mom's drama and urge her to break up, Yeon-i Senior readily agreed to end things with Oppa. And after we talked a lot about his past and future, she even promised to cooperate with my plans going forward.

A classmate who could keep watch around Oppa up close. Yeon-i Senior was exactly the kind of person I needed.

After that, Yeon-i Senior faithfully orbited Oppa, feeding me information. If I got the intel in advance, most problems could be handled with money and connections.

Even after high school graduation, Yeon-i Senior got into the same university as Oppa and built an organization to shield him. She's still playing the role of his vanguard.

Whether it was Yeon-i Senior's talent or not, the organization grew faster than expected. It was fairly structured, with high loyalty.

But that didn't mean she could prevent every incident ahead of time. There's always a rough stone everywhere, and it always seemed to fly straight at my Oppa.

In his first year of college, Oppa became a stalker victim. The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stalker was an elementary and middle school classmate who not only dogged him relentlessly but also threatened to spread a video from the middle school trip if he didn't meet her.

Why do all these weird women flock only to Sun-hu Oppa? Is it God's prank? Or some curse? Seems like I'm the only normal woman around him. Really.

Of course, such reckless threats weren't going to work. That woman ended up in a police holding cell soon enough.

And Oppa got badly hurt again because of it. It even ripped open wounds from the past that had barely started healing.

But Oppa wasn't the same Oppa anymore. I'd worried he might develop misogyny, but he shook it off and bounced back.

Maybe all those past wounds had toughened him up. Oppa wasn't a kid forever. He wasn't that small, fragile boy from before. Oppa had become an adult.

Mom was probably the happiest about Oppa's growth, but the emotion I felt couldn't have been far behind. Was this maternal instinct? It felt weird for a little sister to feel maternal love over her brother's growth, but I couldn't describe it any other way.

It filled my chest with pride, affection, and the desire to do anything Oppa wanted.

No, that wasn't it. I wanted Oppa. I wanted to hold all of him in my heart. I wanted to embrace him fully and never let go. That's how it felt.

Around this time, I learned about masturbation late.

They say late learners make the best thieves. Day after day, I was lost in masturbation fantasies about Oppa. Schedule or no schedule, it didn't matter. My love for Oppa, the pleasure of masturbation—it was the source of all my energy.

And once I started masturbating, I powered up. Wait, that sounds weird. Better to say that seeing Oppa's growth inspired me to grow too.

Anyway, I grew and reached the top of the industry. Far beyond the moderate popularity and recognition I'd planned—I became one of the top idols.

The sudden surge in popularity brought side effects. As fans increased, so did antis, and they got nastier. Ridiculous rumors and scandals plagued me.

I'm just a pure 20-year-old female idol whose hobby is masturbating while thinking of Oppa, but online, Jin Mi-so was some slut swapping idol boyfriends like earrings, getting pregnant and aborting repeatedly.

But the real problem was elsewhere.

Masturbation alone wasn't enough to satisfy me anymore.

I needed the real Oppa. Imagination fell short. I craved the living, breathing Oppa.

He was so close, right in front of me every day, talking to me. Why should I settle for fantasies and masturbation?

I approached Oppa. Living together gave plenty of opportunities. I induced contact whenever I could.

I was confident. I'm a peak-popularity idol. I'd made countless male fans fall for me.

We had built trust over time. I was certain Oppa loved me as much as I loved him.

But... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠is Oppa impotent?

No matter how much I flirted, he never laid a hand on me.

I even learned seduction tips from other members and tried them, but no dice.

There was a chance his past traumas had made him impotent.

But investigations showed Oppa was healthy. He masturbated daily.

So why no interest in me?

Even without blood ties, was the mental sibling barrier blocking him?

I gradually lost confidence.

It even affected my idol activities.

My mounting anxiety exploded, and I committed the insane act of barging into the bathroom while Oppa was bathing.

In the end, it dramatically advanced our relationship, but I still reflect on it as madness.

One wrong move, and it could've created an irreparable rift. I could've become just like those other women who'd hurt him. It was way too risky a gamble.

But Oppa accepted me.

Finally, one page of my fantasies became reality.

After that, our relationship progressed smoothly.

My poor condition fully recovered. I overflowed with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠energy like I'd taken some miracle drug. Is this the power of love?

I even made plans for a date, just the two of us.

I worried Mom would object, but she quietly approved.

A date with Oppa. Even nothing special felt tear-jerking just because it was with him. Who'd have thought this day would come? Unimaginable back then.

I was happy. The finale of this happiness was planned as our first night in a hotel. The romantic night I'd fantasized about daily would finally become reality.

But the plan went seriously awry.

The worst I'd imagined was our relationship getting exposed and me retiring as an idol, but reality laughably surpassed that.

"Hah... Heeek..."

His breathing was off. The light faded from Oppa's face.

"Oppa! What's wrong? Snap out of it! Breathe!"

Sudden respiratory distress. Oppa clutched his chest and collapsed.

I panicked.

Oppa, Oppa is dying. Because of me? Did I do this?

No. Oppa. You can't die. I can't let you die.

Respiratory distress? What do I do? CPR? No, CPR is for cardiac arrest. What about Oppa? His heart? Is it beating?

Slap!

I slapped my cheeks hard with both hands. This wasn't the time to be confused. You gonna let Oppa die?

I shook my head to clear it.

Remember. You learned this. What to do in a seizure. Recall step by step, slowly.

"Miss! Call 119 please! Someone's collapsed with breathing trouble!"

In emergencies, first ask nearby people to call for help. I shouted to the shop staff right in front.

And then? Check if the patient is breathing, if their heart is beating.

Breathing: No. Heart: Yes.

Brain cells die after 4 minutes without breathing. Need rescue breathing before that.

Right. Rescue breathing. No chest compressions. Heart's working fine.

First, secure airway. Undo chest buttons and belt if tight.

Then artificial respiration. Pinch nose, seal mouth completely. Blow every 5 seconds.

"Hoo."

"Hoo."

"Hoo."

It wasn't like kissing. No response from Oppa. Tongue stiff, lips cold. The unfamiliar feel sparked terror in my heart.

"Oppa. I'm scared. Please wake up. Please breathe."

Tears flowed endlessly.

I kept up rescue breathing nonstop. Every 5 seconds. Every 5 seconds. Every 5 seconds.

"Please don't film. Sorry. I beg you. Don't film."

Crowds surrounded us, smartphones out, lenses aimed our way.

Those lenses, those cameras—they killed Oppa.

My stomach boiled.

But not the time for anger. Oppa first. Must save Oppa first.

Kept rescue breathing. Every 5 seconds. Every 5 seconds. Until my chest hurt.

How many times? How many minutes?

"Oppa!"

Finally, Oppa started breathing on his own. Like the stiffness before was a lie, he made breathing sounds.

"Oppaaaa...!"

Relief that Oppa lived made me cling and sob. Paramedics arrived late, fitted an oxygen mask, loaded him on a stretcher, and took him to the ambulance.

I bawled messily and followed into the ambulance.

"Doctor! Doctor! How's Oppa? Is my Oppa okay?"

"He's fine. Breathing properly now. No need to worry."

Riding in the ambulance, I wailed loudly. The paramedic sister and brother must've been troubled.

"Mi-so saved her Oppa. Good job. You can relax now."

I cried endlessly. Maybe more tears than my whole life before.

There was a dangerous moment, but Oppa survived.

First, I called Mom to tell her Oppa was admitted to the ER.

Mom flew over. Her momentum made it seem like she'd been waiting out front.

I trembled expecting a scolding, but instead got comforted and hugged.

"It was scary, tough, wasn't it?"

I burst into tears again.

Oppa moved from ER to a general ward per the ER doctor's assessment.

Nothing wrong now. After barely breathing moments ago. Like it was no big deal. Quack.

I couldn't bear seeing Oppa lying there. Left him to Mom and headed home.

I had my own tasks. I'd brushed off antis as fans before, but not this time. Couldn't forgive those who did this to Oppa.

"Uh, Mi-so? Where are you? Hospital?"

Just about to call the agency president, and he called first.

"President. I'm posting something on SNS—check it over. And clean up the malicious commenters properly this time. If you don't handle this right, I swear I can't do this job anymore."

"Yeah, yeah, got it. Law team's all hands on deck. Don't stress, Mi-so. Pull yourself together."

"President. You know you're partly at fault for Oppa ending up like this, right?"

"Ah, no, that's... the situation was just so misunderstandable."

"Mom'll call you later, so prepare yourself."

"Mi, Mi-so..."

I hung up and drafted the SNS post.

Wondered how to phrase it, then decided to just write from the heart. Agency would edit as needed.