My Younger Sister Was My First Love

47. Your Relationship Is

“No. It’s not that I want to do it, but I’m saying we should be careful.”

“It’s okay if we touch.”

“Ji-hee.”

Ji-hee sneakily wrapped her arm around my waist.

“When did I ever tell you not to touch me, Oppa?”

“Be quiet and follow me.”

Even if it was just a drunk conversation, it was absolutely not something Min-joo should have heard.

I pulled Ji-hee’s wrist and led her into my room.

Ji-hee didn’t resist and quietly followed my lead.

I made sure the door was securely closed, and then I started nagging her in a mixed tone of annoyance and frustration.

“What were you thinking, saying something like that in front of Min-joo…!”

“So, Oppa, what were you thinking, bringing a drunk woman home to a house with a younger sibling, and what would our parents say if they saw this?”

Ji-hee’s words were reasonable, but they didn’t justify her reckless behavior.

“Ji-hee, you always say ‘we’re family, so we should take care of each other,’ but you can’t even understand why I brought a close friend home for one night?”

“Did I immediately kick you out? No, I didn’t. Instead of letting Min-joo-ssi sleep in my room, I said we could sleep together here, and that’s why I did it.”

Jihee’s pinky finger tapped the edge of my bed.

“No way. Yeah. No matter what.”

“I won’t touch oppa. I promise.”

Jihee suddenly stretched out her pinky finger in front of me.

“Isn’t it okay if we promise not to touch each other and just sleep? It’s not like we can’t sleep next to each other as siblings.”

My gaze was fixed on Jihee’s delicate pinky finger.

Was it really okay to accept this suggestion?

If we just didn’t do anything and slept in the same bed…

“I’ll say it again. If you don’t like it, I’ll take Democrat unnie out right now.”

“……Okay.”

I slowly raised my hand and hooked my pinky finger onto Jihee’s.

With a smile, Jihee pressed her thumb against mine, as if sealing a deal, and went back to the living room.

“Just help me move unnie. I’ll take care of changing her clothes.”

“Okay.”

Jihee and I moved the still-sleeping Democrat to Jihee’s bed and succeeded in putting her pajamas on.

“Take a shower first. You must be tired.”

Honestly, I was too exhausted and just wanted to sleep right away.

But thinking about Jihee sleeping next to me made it hard to shower.

“Okay. Got it.”

They say drinking and showering can cause a heart attack.

No way.

Maybe it’s okay if I just use cold water.

I washed my hair, brushed my teeth, and changed into the T-shirt and shorts I had brought earlier, then returned to the room.

It felt strange to see Jihee lying on my bed, waiting for me.

“I’ll shower too.”

Why did those words feel so…

I swallowed hard, nodded, and picked up the hair dryer.

But why was Jihee waiting for me?

Our bathrooms were separate.

I used the outer bathroom next to my room.

Jihee used the inner bathroom attached to the master bedroom.

In other words, there was no reason for her to wait for me if she wanted to shower.

It was a part that felt too natural, and I hadn’t realized it until now.

Anyway, I dried my hair and opened the door to the master bedroom, taking a pillow with me.

In front of the master bedroom bathroom door, Jihee’s clothes from earlier were scattered all over the place.

Right now, inside there……

The sound of the shower water felt especially loud.

I slapped my forehead and returned to my room.

My bed, which was comfortable for one person, felt a bit narrow for two.

I placed two pillows, and it looked more manageable.

No matter how hard Jihee tries to avoid me, our bodies will eventually come into contact.

What can I do about it?

I think I’m doing well right now.

I stuck my body to the wall and lay down, and an overwhelming sleepiness started pouring down like crazy.

My plan to check if Jihee was asleep and sleep on the couch was forcibly canceled.

My fatigue came first.

I couldn’t even wait for Jihee to finish showering and come out.

My slowly closing eyes.

From here on, I thought it was best to believe that Jihee would keep her promise.

Yeah……. nothing will happen…….

She’s the type who keeps her promises.

She’s also good at keeping her promises about studying for the exams.

So I fell asleep, thinking about my younger sibling, at the end of the day……….

* * *

I woke up with a sensation like my throat was burning.

My body was desperately craving water, as if all the moisture inside me had evaporated.

It was a problem that I had drunk too much yesterday.

“……huh?”

The memories came flooding back along with a sharp headache.

The soft, gentle texture I felt on my skin was definitely not from my own blanket.

The clothes I was wearing weren’t mine either.

The soft, fluffy fabric felt like pajamas.

……where am I?

The fact that I’m wearing these clothes means someone else took off my clothes?

The most likely candidate, Lee Junho, made my head ache even more, and I felt like I was going to explode.

Just for a moment. Just for a moment. Just for a moment.

First, let’s turn on the light.

I got out of bed and stumbled around in the darkness, trying to find the light switch.

“Where is…….”

This was an unfamiliar space.

I could confidently say it wasn’t a guy’s room.

The cosmetics neatly arranged on the dresser.

I saw several products I was familiar with.

As I took a step forward, I saw a desk.

On it were piles of study materials for the exams.

This was the room of a female student who had gotten drunk with Lee Junho.

……this must be Jihee’s room.

I couldn’t be certain, but the probability was high.

So this was Lee Junho’s house.

Ah…….

After the second round, I started telling stories about my first impression… and then… and then… somehow it ended up like that?

The memory of Songdu-ri flying away was too embarrassing to hide.

The most likely candidate was Lee Jun-ho, who brought me to his house and put me in his younger sibling’s room.

Ugh, this wasn’t what I had planned.

If everything had gone according to plan, we would’ve had a few drinks, and he would’ve brought me back to my room.

But since he’d gone out of his way to bring me all the way here, I felt apologetic and didn’t know what to do with myself.

Ah.

It’s not like anything’s going to happen.

I should’ve just drunk a little more slowly.

I quietly looked around Ji-hui’s room and turned the doorknob to go outside.

The light spilling out from inside the room illuminated the living room like a lighthouse.

The first love’s home was just an ordinary apartment, exactly as Lee Jun-ho had described it before.

There’s the dining table.

And there’s the kitchen.

In the living room, there was a large TV, just like in any other household, and a soft-looking sofa on the opposite side.

But if I was sleeping in Ji-hui’s room, which room was Ji-hui sleeping in?

Was it the master bedroom?

It was strange that there was no one on the sofa.

I decided to continue my original mission, venturing deeper into the darkness.

I was looking for the bathroom.

As I approached the entrance, I saw two doors on the inside.

Here or here.

One of them must be it.

Should I try this one?

And the moment I opened the door…

I somehow recalled the poem “Cheoyongga” that I had studied in classical literature.

There were four feet visible under the bed.

Two of them were clearly a man’s, and the other two were unmistakably a woman’s.

The moment I realized this wasn’t the bathroom, I knew I had to be careful and leave quietly.

It wasn’t right to barge into someone else’s room without permission.

But I couldn’t help it.

This was an irresistible curiosity.

Slowly.

Without making a single sound.

I took a step towards the bed that seemed to belong to Jun-ho.

The sight of the two siblings under the same blanket entered my vision.

Ji-hui’s hand, which should have belonged to his younger sister, was gently placed on Jun-ho’s chest, as if she were a loving partner.

The fact that the two were sleeping in the same bed was already quite shocking, but what was even more shocking was…

– Sshhh…

As I slightly raised my hand to pull up the blanket, Jihee’s snow-white back came into view.

……Nothing.

No shirt.

Why?

Jihee wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Only a single undergarment covered her upper body.

I was frozen in shock, unable to move.

“……Unnie.”

A soft whisper, like a ghost’s, almost made my heart stop.

“Uh……? Ah…….”

A dull sound escaped my lips.

With a soft rustling sound, Jihee slowly turned her body towards me.

“What do you need?”

She looked calm.

As if she didn’t think I would be surprised at all, Jihee asked me in a languid tone.

“Ah, I need to use the bathroom.”

“It’s not here, it’s next door.”

“……Thanks.”

“Can you close the door when you leave? I have trouble sleeping when light comes in.”

“Sorry.”

After apologizing, I went out and followed Jihee’s directions to the bathroom next door.

What’s going on?

What is this?

Is this what it means to be siblings?

Was the scene I saw a little while ago, when she showed no problem with me, just an act?

I couldn’t find any intention of explanation in her attitude.

I couldn’t understand Junho’s thoughts.

It was completely different from what he told me while drinking.

Jihee said she didn’t have any romantic feelings towards me.

Can someone who doesn’t think anything of me be like that?

Even I, who liked Junho, wouldn’t be able to do that.

As I came out of the bathroom, I gazed again at Junho’s firmly closed door.

Since becoming an adult…

No, it was the most confusing dawn of my life.

What is your relationship, anyway…?

* * *

-Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting-ting

The alarm sound, which was so shrill it was nauseating, filled my room, threatening to burst it open.

“Ugh.”

My face naturally scrunched up in distaste.

If I had to choose, I wouldn’t write this, but there’s a reason I have to today.

I can’t show Min-joo the sight of Ji-hee and me sleeping together.

Even when I’m half-dead, I set my alarm for 7 am last night.

I thought I had prepared myself adequately, but…

The problem is, that’s not the case.

“…Ugh.”

Ji-hee, snuggled up in my arms.

Ji-hee buried her face in my chest, muttering to herself as if annoyed.

The pact we made, vowing not to touch each other, seemed meaningless.

Anyone could see that we were a couple who shared body heat, exchanging love.

Yeah, it’s possible that I subconsciously got into this position in my sleep.

Maybe Ji-hee did this on purpose because she wanted to touch me.

But…

“Ji-hee.”

“Hmm…?”

“…What’s with your clothes?”

“…I don’t know.”

The ear-piercing alarm sound and Ji-hee’s visual, reminiscent of an adult magazine, perfectly dispelled my drowsiness.

I jumped out of bed, and immediately managed to turn off the alarm on my phone.

“Ji-hee!”

My next action was to completely cover Ji-hee’s body with the blanket.

Ji-hee looked like a topping on a kimchi rice ball, with her head poking out from under the blanket.

“What?”

“You, get up and get dressed.”

“Why are you making so much noise in the morning?”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s with me?”

Ji-hee looked up at me with sleepy eyes.

“What’s wrong with sleeping naked?”

“It’s hot, isn’t it?”

“It’s not like we’re sleeping together.”

“Sorry to cut you off, but, oppa.”

Ji-hee turned her head, her face slightly flushed.

“Why?”

“Can’t we calm down and have a conversation?”

“What?”

“It’s a bit of a sight to behold.”

I realized what Ji-hee was saying right then.

I felt my face burning, as if my ears were on fire.

This is crazy. Seriously.

It was a morning when I wanted to die in various ways.