Jae-ho, having no siblings, deduced from his friends that not having one was much better. Little sisters were nothing but leeches, spies, and creatures that devoured ramen. But Woojeong was different. He said she was so pretty he could die.
Yoon Woojeong was good at everything. Studying, sports, even playing hooky. And loving his sister.
Within a month of the new semester, he had captivated everyone in their class. Everyone finally admitted it. There was at least one pretty little sister in the world. Not just a legend, but right in Yoon Woojeong’s house. If he said so, it was true.
‘……Hello. I’m Yoon Dajeong…….’
‘Oh, hi. You’re really pretty, just like Woojeong said.’
How must he have looked while awkwardly greeting her, his short hair all messed up? No one knew, not even himself.
He couldn’t see his own expression, Dajeong was only looking at the floor, and Woojeong was too busy taking care of his sister.
‘My sister is shy. Let’s go to my room.’
It was the day when her slender, long fingers, unforgettable like tulips blooming in the park near their house, remained in his memory.
The next day, Dajeong went out to walk by the sea. Jae-ho, who was drinking coffee on the second-floor terrace, abruptly stood up to follow her.
“I wish we could walk together.”
Hearing his footsteps, Dajeong glanced back at him and bowed lightly. The sea breeze playfully tangled her hair. Dajeong took out a black hair tie and casually tied it up.
Was it because she stayed up all night and finally came to a conclusion? The sudden appearance of the man felt more bearable than the day before. Dajeong finally accepted the whole situation.
Life can bring astonishing coincidences. Not very common, but sometimes you might end up neighbors with your favorite celebrity. Unlikely as winning the lottery, but not impossible.
So, she took courage.
“Did you sleep well, Lee Jae-ho?”
One month, detached from reality. A decision to fully enjoy this deviation.
“Why did you stay in your place all day yesterday?”
“Just rested.”
“Were you worried about me?”
“Why would I.”
“Afraid I might touch you again?”
My favorite celebrity was more shameless than I thought, and that too was thrilling. Thinking of the day his hand had touched her, she couldn’t help but blush.
Her face reddened involuntarily at the memory of his touch.
Jae-ho gazed at Dajeong intently and chuckled.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Because I’m happy.”
“What about?”
“That Yoon Dajeong. You’re making it incredibly obvious.”
Dajeong didn’t respond; she just walked on. Jae-ho silently followed a few steps behind. The occasional cries of seagulls and the sound of waves broke the awkward silence.
Dajeong’s aimless walk halted somewhere near the mudflats. Staring mindlessly at the small creatures scurrying underfoot, she finally spoke.
“I’ve thought about it.”
“And your conclusion?”
Jae-ho, unable to wait, asked immediately. Dajeong smiled slightly.
“I’ll do it. The ‘something’ thing.”
Dajeong bit her lip lightly.
“Having a ‘something’ with you, Lee Jae-ho. That thing. I’m agreeing to it.”
“I like that the conclusion came quickly.”
Jae-ho swept his hair back and laughed lightly. Dajeong looked up at him. Jae-ho extended his hand towards her cheek but hastily withdrew it, fearing a sudden move might change her mind.
“But, there’s a condition.”
“Tell me.”
Dajeong hesitated for a moment.
“Just ‘something’. Nothing more, just mutual liking…”
Dajeong explained her intention more specifically.
“Just a ‘something’, nothing deeper. When the vacation ends, we naturally part ways.”
Jae-ho frowned and laughed.
“Talking about parting before even starting ‘something’?”
“…….”
“Any idea what might happen if we start ‘something’?”
“That’s my condition…”
“Hm. I don’t like that.”
Then he reached out and grabbed Dajeong’s hand. Her hand was cold from the sea breeze. When she tried to pull away, he held it tighter and tucked it into his pocket.
“I’d rather just keep going.”
He turned and walked decisively away from the sea. Dajeong reluctantly followed him. His firm arm brushed against her forearm with each step. She thought if it was going to be like this every day, her heart wouldn’t last.
Her palms were sweaty, but he didn’t care and entwined his fingers deeper. The warmth from his hand made Dajeong flush.
“Your ears are red.”
“…….”
“Still the same.”
What did he mean? Dajeong’s eyes wavered for a moment. She cautiously pulled her hand back.
“Lee Jae-ho.”
“Yes.”
“Do you, by any chance, know me?”
Jae-ho hesitated briefly before Dajeong poured out more questions.
“I know it’s impossible, but it was really weird just now. You spoke as if you knew me already.”
“…….”
“It’s just weird. The situation. No, Lee Jae-ho is.”
“…….”
“I find it all strange.”
Jae-ho laughed.
“What?”
His tone was playful.
“Is Yoon Dajeong trying to flirt with me?”
“What? Me? No, no.”
“How can I know Yoon Dajeong if you don’t know me?”
“…….”
“Yoon Dajeong. Do you know me?”
“No. No, of course not.”
Jae-ho reached for her hand again.
“Then let’s get to know each other. Stop putting up walls.”
His strong fingers slid between hers. Was it an intentional move? The interlocking of fingers, word by word, awakened a strange desire. His fingers slid in slowly and stickily. Dajeong swallowed dryly. Their hands were now completely intertwined as if they had always been one.
“Let’s go on a date. Want to go to the market?”
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
