Chapter 33
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Waking Up in the Hospital
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Somehow, my head felt clear and refreshed.
My body felt light, and my condition was great. It was the kind of pleasant wake-up you get after a solid night's sleep.
It was an unfamiliar ceiling.
But a familiar smell. A familiar atmosphere.
I could tell right away that this was a hospital.
There was an oxygen tube clipped to my nose. An IV needle in the back of my hand.
It was an environment all too familiar to me. And that figure from behind over there...
"Mom?"
"Too bad, not your mom. Mama's boy."
But it wasn't Mom. So-young Sis turned around with a slight smirk tugging at her lips.
"S-Sis."
No, was I crazy? Even if the back looked similar, mistaking Mom for Sis?
"Mom was here until morning but left for a shoot."
"Didn't you have a tournament today too, Sis?"
"Yeah. But thanks to someone, I forfeited and came here."
"...For real?"
Sis's face was full of dissatisfaction. She looked ready to explode any second.
I thought about why Sis was mad.
Sure, forfeiting mid-tournament was an issue, but Sis wouldn't get mad over something like that.
Actually, there was no need to think deeply. I'd broken the promise not to get too close to Mi-so and gone on a one-on-one date with her, leading to this mess.
Sis's anger level was at least stage 3 out of 1 to 4. It was on par with a major injury or life-threatening situation.
So, I decided to hit the emergency escape button.
"Sis... Ugh...!"
"Jin Sun-hu!"
I clutched my chest and grimaced like I was in agony.
Well, would you look at that—Sis's anger gauge dropped in an instant. With a gentleness hard to believe came from her hand, she stroked my back.
"Sun-hu. You okay? Should I call the doctor?"
"No. I'm fine, Sis."
I grabbed Sis's hand as she reached for the nurse call button.
"Sis, I'm sorry."
Sis's expression was still sour, but it wasn't anger at me anymore.
"Hmph. Anyway, that little Mi-so brat must've dragged you out. You wouldn't have suggested going out yourself, right?"
"Yeah... Still, don't be too hard on Mi-so. She's probably the most shocked."
"Ha! Shocked, my ass. Know what she's doing right now? She's gathering every bit of evidence to sue everyone."
"Sue? Sue for what?"
"You're so blissfully clueless, huh? The whole country's in an uproar because of you."
Sis crossed her arms and looked down at me pityingly.
The whole country in an uproar because of me? What the hell did that mean? And suing who?
But just as I was about to ask Sis, the doctor came by on rounds.
"Ah, Patient Jin Sun-hu, you're awake. How are you feeling? Any discomfort?"
"Yes. I'm fine."
"Good. No chest tightness or trouble breathing?"
"No."
"Alright. It was respiratory distress from a panic attack. Fortunately, the first aid was spot-on, and we got you here quick, so you're good. No aftereffects either. Let's keep you admitted for today to monitor, and if all's well, discharge tomorrow."
"Ah, yes. Thank you, Doctor."
The doctor seemed swamped and left as quickly as he'd come.
"What? That's it? They charge a fortune for this."
"He's busy, probably. Anyway, Sis, what do you mean the whole country's in an uproar because of me?"
And then Sis sighed and explained, leaving me stunned.
First off, the severe privacy invasion of celebrities and their families had become a major social issue.
The celebrity and family in question? Obviously Mi-so and me.
Unverified rumors (that I was Mi-so's boyfriend or lover) spread as fact, and as a result, I—a disabled adoptee (socially vulnerable)—passed out from shock.
Thanks to Mi-so's quick action (the media portrayed her as always looking out for her disabled big brother since childhood), there was no life threat, but it could've been fatal.
Anyway, it's blowing up big time. All over the news, and some politician even said they'd propose the 'Jin Mi-so Law' to protect personal privacy on the internet and SNS.
"Whoa. That's my face all over."
"And it looks super weird."
"I passed out, so what can you do..."
The problem was how massively my photos and videos had been taken and spread—for this to even be a topic.
How crowded was that department store? Plus, an idol like Mi-so crying and giving CPR? Perfect camera fodder.
I'd collapsed from breathing trouble, so off came the mask and sunglasses, shirt ripped open, belt undone—even pants loosened.
Caught in that state... Videos had mosaics on face and exposure, but tons of raw photos were up too.
"Isn't this a bit... sexy?"
"..."
Sis didn't answer.
Some videos had hit over 10 million views. Hundreds of thousands, millions were standard.
Ten million people watched my fainting video?
It felt like a glitch with extra zeros. Why were people watching this?
Even I couldn't resist clicking one.
"Oppa! What's wrong, Oppa! Snap out of it! Breathe!"
"Miss! Call 119! Someone's collapsed from breathing trouble!"
"Uh... What's 119 again?"
"Ah. I'll call."
"Oppa! Come on, wake up! Oppa!"
"Please don't film. Sorry, I beg you! Don't film!"
Mi-so kept trying to wake me, giving CPR. She secured the airway like a pro and ripped my shirt open buttons flying—manly as hell, even I was impressed. Subtitles beautified it as her hands shaking so bad she couldn't unbutton and had to tear it.
Seeing Mi-so cry while doing CPR made my nose tingle. Her trembling voice was desperate.
But no one turned off their cameras despite her pleas.
"That's all staged. She knew they'd keep filming even if she begged."
"No, still."
Sis kept trash-talking Mi-so from the side. But as the person involved, I felt more gratitude toward her.
"Oppa! Open your eyes!"
Mi-so, Oppa's eyes are open now. I'm okay. I wanted to tell the desperate Mi-so on screen.
"...Can I call Mi-so now?"
"Do whatever."
Sis seemed a bit sulky.
"Oh, and Sis, thanks too. Forfeiting your tournament to come. I'd have been scared waking up alone."
"Whatever. Cringe."
Sis brushed it off coldly, but she didn't seem upset.
Phew.
"Oppa!"
Mi-so picked up before the first ring.
"Ah, Mi-so. Can you talk now?"
"Oppa! Are you okay, Oppa?"
"Yeah. Just woke up. Doctor says no issues, discharge tomorrow."
"Nothing hurts? Breathing okay?"
"Yep. Perfectly fine. Don't worry."
"Ugh... Oppaaaa..."
Mi-so was crying on the other end.
"Sorry, Mi-so. You must've been shocked. Sorry. Collapsing like that."
"Waaah, it's my fault, Oppaaaa, waaah..."
"Don't cry. Why are you sorry? It's not your fault. And aren't people around you?"
"Yeah..."
"Oppa’s fine now, so stop crying. See you at home tomorrow after discharge. Hanging up."
"Yeah..."
After hanging up.
"...Ah, seriously! Sis!"
"What?"
While I was on with Mi-so, Sis had pulled down my pants and was fiddling with it.
Mi-so too, Sis too—what was my dick, a toy?
"Seriously, stop."
"Funny. You like it."
Sis snorted at my fully erect dick.
"...It's just a physiological reaction?"
"Oh really?"
"Seriously, stop. I'm calling Mom."
Of course, Sis wouldn't listen.
"Sun-hu, I'll give you my card later. Get a wax. Know a good place."
"Wax? Like ripping hair out? Why suddenly?"
Her words made me grimace involuntarily. Imagining chemicals on my privates and ass, then yanking every hair out.
Sis wasn't kidding. Once she said it—especially an order to me—it had to happen.
Her saying get a wax made it inevitable.
"I hate hair down there."
Her opinion was simple and clear.
Fine... If Sis hates it, gotta rip it. What can I do?
Having been under Sis's thumb for so long, I accepted faster than I thought.
"Ah, no, that's not the point! I'm calling Mom?"
"Call her."
"...Then let go. So I can."
"Why? Can't call with me holding it?"
"...Urk."
It wasn't just holding.
My dick pointed at the ceiling, and Sis was full-on jerking it with her palm and fingers.
Maybe if I came once, she'd stop. Better to cum then call?
"Call quick. Mom said call when you wake."
"...Sis."
"What."
"...Nothing."
No point anyway. I gave up and called Mom. Naturally, Sis kept at it.
She wouldn't dare get caught by Mom for real. Had to trust that.
"Sun-hu?"
"Yeah. Mom. It's me."
"Good, you're awake. No pain?"
"No. Fine. Ah."
Sis grabbed my dick and licked the head like ice cream.
The new sensation made me gasp. Goosebumps raced down my spine.
"What? Hurt?"
"N-No, mosquito."
Sis flicked her red tongue a few times, then sucked it like a lollipop.
Mosquitos suck blood, Sis sucks my dick—similar maybe.
Say that aloud as a joke and she'd kill me. Valuing life, I shut up.
"Mosquito? In a hospital?"
"N-No, never mind. Mis-saw."
"...Okay. With So-young?"
"Yes. Right next to Sis."
"Tell Sis if you need anything."
"Yeah..."
"Mom's shooting today, so tomorrow."
"Ah, discharge tomorrow, no need. See you home, Mom."
"Okay... Sorry. Can't be there."
"No biggie. Fine. Sis is here."
"Yeah. Don't worry, Mom. I'll take goooood care of Sun-hu."
Sis chimed in. Still sucking away.
I clenched my teeth so Mom wouldn't hear weird breaths.
"Hanging up, Mom. Good luck shooting."
"Yeah. Rest well. Tell nurse or doctor if anything."
After hanging up, I finally sighed in relief.
"Phew~."
"Sun-hu, you stayed hard the whole call with Mom?"
"...Physiological."
"You better not have weird thoughts about Mom. Or you're dead."
"Seriously. No."
Cold sweat trickled down my back.
Sis might not kill me, but she'd beat me like she meant it.
Anyway, moment reaffirmed: Mom relationship must stay secret forever.