Brother, You're Mistaken (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
“It’s kind of awkward to ask my older brother. I pretended not to hear it since it felt like eavesdropping, but I just couldn’t let it go.”
Seung Won spoke with stiff eyes.
“Stop stalling and just say it.”
“Well…”
Watching Seung Won hesitate, Joo Won sighed inwardly.
‘No way he actually believes that baseless lie? Wow, this guy’s more naive than I thought.’
Joo Won never even considered for a second that Hye Ju genuinely liked Seung Won.
Logically, it made no sense—she didn’t mistake him for someone who looked remotely like Seung Won and hand him a Pepero stick. And what about showing up precisely on his return day, as if she’d been waiting? Plus, that painfully embarrassing confession song—something about watching over him for so long, loving him even from afar—it was obviously aimed straight at Kang Joo Won, anyone could see that.
If Seung Won actually misunderstood and took that obvious lie seriously…
‘This is trouble.’
Convinced of his own mistaken assumptions, Joo Won only felt sorry for Hye Ju’s unrequited feelings—which he deemed impossible to reciprocate—and it gave him a headache. After all, if Seung Won got the wrong idea because of Oh Hye Ji’s flimsy, unbelievable excuse earlier, he might end up getting needlessly hurt.
Yet Seung Won’s next question completely derailed Joo Won’s frantic calculations.
“Hyung, did you really report Hye Ju to the police? Are you out of your mind?”
Ah. So that’s what he overheard earlier.
“I nearly doubted my own ears when I first heard it. Are you seriously insane?”
Relieved to learn Seung Won had only overheard the police matter, Joo Won breathed an inward sigh—but Seung Won’s reaction was rougher than expected.
“Who the hell reports their younger sibling’s best friend to the police? Are you some kind of lunatic?”
“What did you say, you brat?”
“She’s my friend! She didn’t come to see you—she came because she left something at our place! What exactly did Hye Ju steal? What could possibly be so valuable that you had to go to the police?”
“You don’t need to know.”
After all, he couldn’t very well say she’d stolen the underwear he’d worn—it was his privacy, after all.
Waving his hand dismissively, Joo Won issued his dismissal.
“Enough chattering. Go finish your game.”
“Hyung!”
Joo Won turned away after wiping his hands on a clean towel—but Seung Won wouldn’t let go.
“Do you really think Hye Ju’s a stalker?”
“I told you to get lost.”
“Answer me. If your ridiculous delusion involves Hye Ju, I have a right to know.”
“A right to know?”
“Because she’s my friend.”
Hah.
Joo Won rubbed his temples with his fingers. Honestly, if he truly believed Hye Ju was a stalker, he would’ve filed a stalking report—not a theft complaint.
He’d reported her to the police for a different reason—but he had no intention of voicing it aloud.
“I don’t think she’s a stalker. Satisfied?”
“Then why did you report her?”
“Hey, Kang Seung Won.”
“Answer me.”
Seung Won didn’t back down.
His usually sweet-natured younger brother occasionally showed this stubborn streak. Joo Won knew full well that when Seung Won got like this, not even their late grandfather rising from the grave could stop him. He’d been unusually docile lately—what was this sudden defiance?
“Fine. I’ll answer.”
Joo Won fixed Seung Won with a deeply serious gaze.
“Some stuff went missing from the house, and there was a misunderstanding.”
“What stuff? It’s probably just my things anyway.”
“It was mine.”
“So you reported my friend over some trivial item?”
“I already told you—it was a misunderstanding. Drop it, will you? If you’re really curious, go ask Oh Hye Ji. Aren’t you best friends?”
Sneering, Joo Won undid a shirt button—but he’d badly miscalculated, thinking the conversation was over by now.
“Are you really telling me you reported her just because of that item?”
At the sharp remark from behind, Joo Won’s brow twitched.
“You don’t know what I’ve been through. I can guess why you reported Hye Ju to the police.”
“Get out.”
“It’s because of that incident ten years ago, isn’t it?”
“…Say one more word. If you want to get beaten senseless, go ahead.”
His low, calm voice carried an unnerving, chilling authority. Seung Won knew he’d touched a nerve—but he pressed on regardless.
“I’ve got to say it, even if you beat me like a dog. I know how much you hate stalking. If you really thought Hye Ju was a stalker, I could sort of understand. But she’s not like that. I wish you’d apologize.”
“How dare you talk when you know nothing.”
“You just wanted to warn her so she’d never come near you again! Or was it just to humiliate her? Or maybe you wanted a police record on file? Either way, you were trying to avoid another messy situation like ten years ago!”
Joo Won’s eyes, burning like fire a moment before, now settled into eerie calm. Their black depths were unfathomably dark and deep.
“To avoid trouble…”
A dry chuckle escaped him. The corners of his lips curled upward.
“Yeah—I was suspected of murder after a girl I’d dated once died. I got cleared because I had prior police reports filed against her for stalking.”
Joo Won perched lightly on the desk and lifted his head.
“Then you must also know this—if I’d reported her to the police that last day she came to my house, I could’ve prevented her death.”
That nightmarish day, eleven years ago. The day the girl he’d briefly let into his heart hanged herself.
“Hyung…”
The faintly overcast sky, the smell of rain in the air, the dark shadows on the asphalt—none of it could he forget.
“I could’ve saved her.”
So what do you know, brat, to act so smug? You can’t even imagine how I felt seeing those once-soft lips turned blue and lifeless.
“Now tell me.”
Joo Won lifted only his eyes to stare at Seung Won.
“Why do you think I reported Oh Hye Ji to the police?”
His voice, chillingly calm, sounded hollow—as if void of all emotion.
Eleven years ago.
Back in his second year of high school, Joo Won had received essay tutoring from a female university student enrolled at Seoul National University.
She was delicate and unusually shy. No one anticipated that after meeting twice a week for over a year, unspoken feelings would quietly blossom between them.
Even then, Joo Won—a renowned looker—stood well over 180 cm since middle school. Girls from nearby high schools would take long detours just for a glimpse of his face.
On Valentine’s Day and Pepero Day, gifts piled up at his doorstep so high that strangers mistook his house for a celebrity’s.
Won Hye Rim.
She was the first to ignite a flame in Joo Won’s heart—someone who’d previously shown zero interest in girls. It was the innocent, fiery first love of his youth.
During tutoring sessions, she’d subtly hold his hand or gently stroke his cheek whenever he solved a difficult problem—and Joo Won found himself giving her his heart.
But Hye Rim’s feelings far surpassed his.
As Joo Won focused intensely on his studies ahead of his senior year, she began demanding more and more. She wanted to see his face every day, craved constant contact, sought affection instead of lessons during tutoring hours, and once even showed up unannounced at his house when he didn’t reply, startling his parents.
The moment Joo Won finally pushed her away completely, the stalking began.
Day and night, Hye Rim stood outside his house—holding a red umbrella in the rain, wearing a black coat in the wind.
He reported her to the police multiple times, but because she was a fragile-looking girl and a student at a prestigious university, they never conducted a proper investigation. Each time, officers gave her a brief warning before leaving. Soon, Joo Won grew accustomed to anxiously peering out his window.
She never did anything overt—just stared endlessly up at his second-floor room. If their eyes happened to meet, she’d gaze at him pleadingly, as if begging him to come down.
It might’ve seemed trivial—but feeling watched in every move he made, Joo Won grew increasingly on edge.
Then one day, after a sleepless night that ruined his mock exam, he lashed out at her when they met outside his house.
“You think I did something with my sister just because of this? Why are you so damn persistent?”
“We… kissed.”
“Yeah, just a kiss. A casual, meaningless kiss.”
“Meant nothing to you?”
“It takes real talent to attach huge meaning to a single kiss. Obsessing like this over just a month of dating—that’s a mental illness, you know?”
He deliberately said harsh things to drive her away. If only he’d known she’d hang herself that very day, he never would’ve spoken so cruelly.
On that damp, windy Wednesday, she hanged herself in her studio apartment. At her feet lay mementos of their time together, scattered in disarray.
“Hyung… you’re not seriously thinking Hye Ju might kill herself too, are you?”
Seung Won knew exactly how deeply that incident had scarred Joo Won. Still, he couldn’t fathom linking it to Hye Ju.
“Make sense. Why would Hye Ju die? Oh Hye Ju’s one of the happiest people I know! Out of all my friends, she’s the toughest!”
“I know.”
“Then why!?”
“Because Won Hye Rim was like that too!”
She’d been bright and cheerful.
He never imagined someone like her would make such a choice in an instant.
Joo Won himself knew best that connecting dead Hye Rim with Hye Ju was delusional paranoia.
Yet his throat kept tightening—because Hye Ju’s face that day had looked exactly like Hye Rim’s.
How to describe it? A face as if the world had collapsed? No—it was an even more devastating expression of loss.
Of course, calling the police to break down her door had been an impulsive decision—triggered by Seung Won’s frantic words that she wasn’t answering calls or opening her door, dragging him back into that decade-old nightmare… And so,
He couldn’t leave her—someone wearing Hye Rim’s exact same eyes—alone.
“I know. I know it’s delusional.”
Joo Won muttered bitterly.
“But I just needed to check. That’s all.”
Seung Won stayed silent, only his lips twitching—as if wanting to curse but unable to utter a word.
After a long pause, Seung Won finally turned away with a deep sigh.
“Hye Ju’s not weak like that! And she’s definitely not a stalker!”
Joo Won offered no reply.
Even now, he didn’t regret reporting her to the police.
That same evening.
Hye Ju lay on her studio bed, kicking the blanket in frustration.
“Ugh, so annoying! How did I end up bringing this thing back again!?”
From between the fluttering sheets, she spotted the black plastic bag tossed carelessly in the corner—Kang Joo Won’s underwear, which she’d accidentally carried back again thanks to Seung Won’s sudden appearance earlier.
‘I swear I’ll deal with this once and for all.’
Torn between ripping it up or just throwing it away, she decided to hold a proper burning ceremony. Since Kang Joo Won had casually tossed it straight into the trash earlier, it probably wasn’t important—she could dispose of it however she liked.
Just as she rolled her eyes, scanning for a suitable metal drum—
Ding dong! Ding dong!
The doorbell rang. Hye Ju instinctively hunched her shoulders.
‘Please don’t let it be the police again.’
Still traumatized from her police station visit, that was her first panicked thought. She nudged the plastic bag toward the veranda with her foot and glanced at the intercom screen.
Standing there was an unexpected face.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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