Dajeong stood up quickly from her seat and smoothed out her skirt. It didn’t matter where the ant-like workers were coming from.
Running up with brisk steps, she could reach the small two-story building.
The building, with exposed steel, wood, and scattered wires, clearly showed signs of construction.
Dajeong, glancing around cautiously, slipped inside like a squirrel.
A round lobby with a large door pulled open from both sides. Despite its small size, the building under construction was not much different from the main hall where Yeongjin was performing.
Having found a hiding place, Dajeong approached the door with a bright smile.
As she pulled the long vertical handle.
“Huh…?”
Despite pulling with all her strength, the door did not budge.
Perhaps it’s locked. Disappointment quickly welled up as a black shadow appeared above her head.
“You shouldn’t come in here.”
“…?”
It was a male voice, but it didn’t feel like the men she saw earlier. It had a slightly soft tone mixed with a bit of falsetto. Dajeong, filled with curiosity, raised her head.
In the place she looked up, there was a boy who seemed a few years older than her. He stood in front of the door, pressing it tightly, blocking the entrance.
With a slightly angry look in his eyes, Dajeong quickly stepped aside. The boy stood upright and looked down at her.
“Why are you wandering around alone?”
“…?”
“Where are your parents?”
Though it was a male voice, it didn’t give off the same vibe as those middle-aged men. It was a slightly mixed voice with a soft tone. Dajeong cautiously observed his face.
With a neat forehead and grape-like black pupils, he had a face that seemed determined and stubborn.
“Oh… really.”
It seemed that this boy wouldn’t pretend not to see her.
Dajeong, glancing at his well-maintained suit, muttered in a low voice.
“You, you too…”
“…?”
“You shouldn’t be here either. The competition… you’re going out, right?”
“Oppa.”
“What…?”
“Call you Oppa instead of just ‘you.'”
“…?”
The boy seemed to be a few years older at a glance. However, not knowing what to call him, she ended up saying “you.”
“Haven’t you tried it?”
Dajeong rolled her large eyes, and then gently lowered her head.
‘Haven’t you ever tried being called Oppa?’
Dajeong, who tried calling someone Oppa for the first time, only had her cousin, Hyeonwoo Oppa, whom she occasionally met. The boy she was meeting for the first time, and who looked much younger than Hyeonwoo Oppa, somehow didn’t seem like an Oppa.
As Dajeong mumbled on, the boy slowly approached.
“If it’s difficult to call, should I call you by your name?”
“No! It’s not difficult. …Uh, Oppa.”
It would have been much more awkward to call him by his name. Moreover, saying “I can’t do it” would somehow hurt her pride.
Dajeong, tightening her grip on her neck, casually called him Oppa.
“You’re doing well.”
“Oppa, why are you here?”
“You led the way.”
“Huh…?”
“I’ll take you back, so let’s go.”
The boy, with an indifferent expression, said.
“…”
At first, he scolded me, saying I shouldn’t come to a place like this, but now he’s even deciding my way home. Dajeong developed a subtle sense of rebellion against his attitude.
“I don’t want to go. Oppa, you go alone.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to go.”
“Why don’t you want to go?”
It wasn’t a reproachful or scolding tone. His calm inquiring voice genuinely seemed curious about the reason.
“I’m not participating in the competition. Anyway… I only need my younger sibling.”
Perhaps because she had been in the spotlight and warmth of people all day long, her embarrassed feelings flowed out without any hesitation.
“Oppa, go quickly. You have a competition to attend.”
“My turn is still far away.”
“Still, you should be in the waiting room; otherwise, people will come looking for you.”
“The same goes for you.”
“No one is looking for me. So, I want to stay here and have fun.”
Dajeong deliberately spoke in a cheerful voice, and then, as if proving her words, she stuck close to the entrance of the performance hall.
Observing this, the boy sighed softly.
“Okay. Then let’s stay here.”
“Oppa too?”
“Yeah.”
“…”
It was a mystery why he wanted to stay with someone he didn’t even know well. However, in front of his stubborn black eyes, her lips stuck together like they were glued.
“Let’s go in.”
“…Yeah.”
The comforting feeling of not being alone, the warmth unique to someone who cares. Dajeong didn’t mind feeling that from the boy.
The inside of the performance hall was much better than the outside.
The stage, which was far away, was already finished with construction, and although covered in vinyl, the interior seats were installed.
Except for wires protruding from the ceiling and ladders scattered around, it was almost believable that the construction was complete.
Dajeong let out a sigh of relief and descended the stairs.
With each step, the sound of the shoes hitting the heels echoed. The interior of the two-story performance hall was surprisingly high.
“Oh? That…”
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.”
