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As Ha-yoon Lee left, there was someone who looked at her blankly.

“Jihoon, what are you doing?”

“No, are you two dating?”

Kang Ji-hoon, a third-year class member, stood there in silence, his eyes fixed on one place.

And that friend, Park Seong-beom, came over and talked to Ji-hoon.

Jihoon shook his head as if it was nothing, but then opened his mouth.

What he was looking at were Lee Ha-yoon and Lee Han-sol.

Ji-hoon placed his heart on Hayun and tried to close the distance little by little, but Hayun hit an iron wall and he was feeling sick inside.

In the meantime, I encountered Hansol being flirtatious with Hayun.

“What are you dating? They’re brother and sister. Did you turn?”

Seongbeom, who heard Jihoon’s words, responded as if he was dumbfounded.

There was no way Jihoon wouldn’t have known this while he was in charge of MT, so I couldn’t understand why he said something like that.

“But it’s strange.”

“… What.”

When Seongbeom made a disgusted expression, Jihoon took a deep breath through his nose and shook his head.

Originally, that would be the case. He should have moved on, but in Jihoon’s eyes, Hayun and Hansol seemed too close, so he couldn’t.

In the end, he followed Hayun with his eyes and asked a question.

Seongbeom reluctantly approached Jihoon’s side as if matching his rhythm.

Following Jihoon’s gaze, he reached Hayun and moistened his burning lips with his tongue.

“For siblings, they seem to get along well. But I think you think it’s too weird.”

Seongbeom realized what Jihoon was thinking and nodded his head in the affirmative.

However, I thought he was thinking too radically, so I guessed his thoughts and criticized them.

Jihoon, whose true feelings were revealed, kept his mouth shut and bit his lip.

Jihoon, who had nothing more to say, sighed.

“Ha. I guess so.”

Realizing that his thoughts were wrong, Jihoon relaxed his neck and fell from the window.

Since Hayun and Hansol had already disappeared into a small dot in the distance, there was no reason to be at the window.

“Don’t be too harsh on a girl named Hayoon.”

“Why are you saying that? You might like it, right?”

Seongbeom, who couldn’t see it, looked resigned and leaned back in his chair.

Ji-hoon got angry at Seong-beom’s words and raised his voice, but soon calmed down and sat down next to Seong-beom.

“Even though I’m just watching from the side, I can see him squeezing out all the unspoken words. Why are you asking about my family life? Are you crazy because you want to get away from him?”

“No, if the reason for suddenly missing MT is a family member, you can ask.”

Seongbeom snapped his fingers and gave advice to Seongbeom.

I guess Jihoon’s behavior bothered me.

This was advice given to Hayoon because she kept talking profusely and looked like she was sluggish to anyone who saw her.

Jihoon tried to defend himself as if he was also wronged, but Seongbeom dismissed Jihoon’s words, saying, “I don’t know.”.

“But, it looks too close.”

However, Seongbeom, who was in a daze, remembered Hayun and Hansol together and made a strange expression.

I guess he felt uncomfortable seeing the siblings so close together.

When Seongbeom said in a slightly strange voice, Jihoon answered with a sigh, unable to continue his words.

*

“Sister.”

“Huh?”

As I was walking down the street with my older sister, she seemed to be thinking deeply about something for a moment.

I took half a step closer, pressed my body close to my sister, and spoke to her.

My sister must have been in a daze for a moment, so she answered in a dazed voice and looked up at me with wide eyes.

I chuckled at that and raised my hand.

I put my hand on my sister’s face and affectionately stroked her face.

“Well, what is it… ?”

My sister seemed to be surprised by my sudden behavior and hesitated.

However, my sister did not go back or shake off my hand, but instead met my gaze.

I felt like we were alone on the road with the gentle spring breeze blowing.

I wanted to do something like this.

Like lovers. With my sister.

I wanted to proudly hold hands, naturally link arms on the street, and share gentle skinship.

It felt like my family was blocking my heart.

“Nothing.”

I consoled myself, saying it would be okay.

Because I like my sister that much. I wanted to get a little closer.

Even if my sister didn’t want that kind of relationship, I wanted it.

I didn’t want to compromise. There was no compromise.

As long as my sister’s wishes and my wishes were at odds, our opinions could not be reconciled.

“Don’t do anything strange. Don’t act like that on the street.”

My sister’s eyes moved here and there, as if she was paying attention to what was going on around her.

Then, after seeing the shape of a person in the distance, he took my hand and slowly lowered it.

I relaxed my hand and lowered it as my sister moved.

My sister spoke to me in a slightly harsh voice.

“It’s so cold.”

“I think it would be better to be a little more patient around the house.”

When I followed behind my sister, muttering my mouth as if grumbling or complaining, my sister responded as if drawing a line.

It seemed like my sister was reluctant to show this relationship to people around her.

Unlike me, he didn’t seem to want to take the relationship any further and didn’t seem to want to be seen.

The line my sister drew was a big stumbling block for me. It was a barrier blocking my path.

There will be no wall as difficult to break through as the line drawn in the heart.

“Okay. okay. I won’t do it outside.”

Human emotions are so sensitive and fragile that they turn away if they make even the slightest mistake.

If you force yourself too hard and try to cross the line, your relationship with your sister will probably end.

It was like I was going on a dangerous adventure.

I took a gamble, hoping that my sister’s line would be erased a little more.

I increased the time I spent with my older sister, and increased the number of times I interacted with my older sister at least once.

“Then that’s enough.”

When I took a step back, my sister smiled, as if she had finally gained some composure.

My sister, who ran with light steps and looked back at me, answered with a grin.

I felt that every time I saw it.

You can’t just approach, you have to let the other person approach.

What should I give up? What will I receive? And what type of relationship do I want in the end?

That’s what I was thinking now.

I’m not saying that a relationship has to be a clear give and take, but in order to erase the line drawn by my sister, I had to go through that kind of relationship at least once.

I did it for you, so please do it for me too. My goal was to continue the relationship in this way so that the lines become blurred and eventually erased.

“But what did you decide on tomorrow’s menu?”

“So, shall we go eat tripe?”

I walked to my sister’s side with light steps.

My sister took another step, and I slowed down to match her steps.

An ambiguous sense of distance that is neither far nor close.

When I naturally brought up the story about what to eat with alcohol tomorrow, my sister closed her mouth as if she was thinking for a moment.

Then he tilted his head and opened his mouth as if something had occurred to him.

“Gopchang is good. Sister, how much do you drink?”

“Well. I don’t know because I didn’t try it until I got drunk.”

When I naturally kept a certain distance without clinging to her, my sister naturally talked back.

This is normal. It’s natural that being clingy puts a burden on the other person, but I guess I was oblivious to this fact because my older sister accepted my pampering. And I looked back.

My sister tilted her head after hearing what I said.

I thought I knew my drinking limit, but my sister answered that she didn’t know that she did.

“En. Why?”

“Because you might do something when you’re drunk… ? You have to come home sober.”

When I asked the reason in a dumb voice, my sister took a pause and opened her mouth.

It seemed like he was being cautious because he still didn’t know what his injection was.

And it seemed like the most important reason was that he had to come home sober.

… I thought that if my sister was drunk, there might be some men who would try to touch her.

As my thoughts reached that point, I became a little anxious.

I felt like I would continue to worry about my sister going out for drinks in the future.

“I see. Then, would you like to check your alcohol intake with me?”

“Fuha. I’m still sober until I finish the second bottle?”

I started talking because I thought it might be a priority to check my sister’s drinking capacity.

Then my sister burst out laughing. He chuckled and poured as much alcohol as he could easily drink.

Although I had never drank that much, I decided that I could not lose to my older sister’s drinking.

“Tskcha. Arrived home.”

After chatting about various things like that, we arrived home.

My older sister took off her shoes first and went inside.

My older sister, who had left her bag in the room, was shaking out her hair with her hands.

I could hear the sound of my sister’s hair rustling, and the faint scent of shampoo irritated my nose.

“Is the bag heavy? Could it be that I’m short because of my bag?”

“How tall is your sister?”

“… 151.”

I thumped my bag. When I put it down on the floor, my sister glanced at it and spoke as if she sympathized with it.

Of course, I could have just nodded along to my older sister’s rhythm, but it was so cute that my short older sister spoke as if she was asking me to understand that I wanted to tease her.

When I asked my sister’s height with that feeling, she opened her mouth as if she was about to say something, but then stopped and closed her mouth.

After thinking about something for a while, he turned his gaze to one side and carefully told me his height.

“151. It’s okay.”

“No… Other girls are around 160?”

When I saw my older sister looking upset, I felt sorry for her, but she also looked cute.

I tried to comfort her clumsily, but she puffed out her cheeks and patted my chest, as if she already knew the heights of the other friends.

“It’s okay, that’s enough… . I don’t know about other men, but I like my sister’s height.”

“Mmm. It’s a little uncomfortable because I have to look up every time I see my friends.”

When I shrugged my shoulders and said that I liked her height, my sister’s mood calmed down.

My sister, who was looking at me with raised eyes without raising her head, sneered.

“Then can we do it like this?”

“You don’t always go around like that.”

“That’s right.”

I bent my knees slightly and met my sister’s gaze.

Because of this, my sister was able to make eye contact with me even without raising her head.

I grinned and tried to comfort my sister, but she turned her head, “hum.”, and then glanced away again.

She was a sister who showed a somewhat capricious side in one way or another.

After hearing my sister’s words, I let out a sigh and gently closed my eyes.

“Now look. This makes me feel like I have the initiative.”

“Eck?”

It only lasted one second, but my sister took a step towards me, grabbed my head with both hands, and kissed me.

I was embarrassed and looked at my sister blankly with my eyes wide open, and she withdrew her hand. And then he said something confidently.

I never thought that my sister just disliked this relationship. But I didn’t know that my sister would surprise me first like this.

I sat down on the floor with my knees bent and touched my warm lips.

I really felt like I had lost something.

“I could have been a little taller, but at 20 centimeters, it seems like I have no control no matter how much I tiptoe.”

“Ah.”

My sister’s face turned a little red and she started talking at length, probably trying to hide her embarrassment.

He explained, putting his arm on his waist and making various gestures with his other hand as if he was trying to express something.

My sister was about my height and was waving her hands or wiggling on her tiptoes.

I could only stare at my sister like that and couldn’t say anything else.

I felt like I had been hit so hard that I had no idea what to say to my sister.

I thought that being polite was my strength, but if my sister acts like this, wouldn’t one of my strengths disappear?

“How about it?”

“Sene.”

Even though I wanted to hit back at my sister right now, I calmed myself down by saying that I had to restrain myself because there was tomorrow.

I wet my burning lips and looked at the time. For some reason, it felt like time was not passing by.

It would be nice if tomorrow came quickly, but why does time pass so slowly?

I hoped this excitement would last until tomorrow evening.