Chapter 4: I Know Everything You Like.

[Sieun’s Perspective]

I finally arrived at Yunho’s apartment, eager to see my sibling as a girl. A small figure with short legs was walking towards the building.

“Excuse me, are you lost?”

I decided to help the seemingly lost child. The child spoke.

“Um… Sister… It’s me, Yunho…”

Barely suppressing a grin, I teased Yunho. Yunho frowned and asked,

“So… why did you come…?”

Slightly embarrassed, I concocted a plausible excuse, which Yunho seemed to accept. There was a bit of backtalk, but a single glare was enough to make Yunho cower and open the door.

“Sister, why that face?”
“This… this isn’t a storage room… it’s actually your house…?”

The small, messy apartment was comparable only to our storage room. It desperately needed cleaning. Yunho looked offended.

Back in the living room, Yunho spoke first.

“So… what are you going to do now…?”

Sister… Yunho’s a girl now, yet still calls me “Sister”? How bold.

“Unni.”

I prompted, hoping Yunho would catch on.

“Huh…?”

Seriously? Is she that dense?

“Call me Unni.”

Yunho looked puzzled.

“But… it’s still too soon…”

This was irritating. Yunho, you should just do as I say. You have to become the perfect little sister for me. Yunho seemed to shrink under my gaze.

“Come on, say it. Cat got your tongue?”

I was so annoyed I almost laughed. I stared expectantly, waiting for a response.

“I… I can’t. No, I won’t!”

Oh, so you want to play it that way? Then I’ll have to force you. I approached Yunho, raised my hand, and—

–Slap

I slapped Yunho. It was impulsive. We were both startled. I hadn’t meant to do that.

“…What… was that for…?”

Yunho looked dazed. I caressed Yunho’s cheek.

“You’d be so pretty if you just listened.”

Yunho stared back with open disdain. To break the tension, I stood and headed to the kitchen to make dinner.

Yunho followed, short legs padding behind me. I resisted the urge to scoop Yunho up for a hug.

“Why the kitchen?” Yunho asked.
“To make you dinner, silly.”

After dinner was ready, Yunho, drawn by the smell, emerged from the bedroom.

“What… is that…?” Yunho mumbled sleepily.

Even with messy hair, you’re so cute, Yunho. I stroked Yunho’s hair.

“You like kimchi fried rice, don’t you, Yunho?”

Yunho sat down, looking intrigued. I know everything you like, Yunho. So… just become my little sister, okay?

Just as Yunho reached for a spoon—

“Ah-ah, Unni will feed you.”

Yunho’s face fell, appetite seemingly gone, replaced by a look of utter contempt.

Don’t you know I’m scary, Yunho? How dare you defy me?