episode_0049

＂It’s like this… … . “You’re not going to die, right?”

Unfortunately, the medicine I bought at the convenience store was of no use.

no. Would it be better to say that the cold is so severe that it surpasses the performance of fever reducers?

I don’t know.

Anyway, I think I’m going to kill myself with a bit of exaggeration.

Was Yujeong in this much pain too?

So what did I do with a child who was so sick?

Hangaram is trash.

“The age difference between me and Yujeong is not that much… … . Why do you think I’m in more pain?”

I feel dizzy.

What time is it now?

I have to tell Yujeong that I can’t go to the lesson… … .

I don’t even have the strength to reach for my phone.

No, even if you have the power, how can you say this in an embarrassing way?

Should I just pretend that I’m busy with something?

Uuuu.

Uuuu.

I glanced at my smartphone, which started ringing again.

That sound made me come to my senses for a moment.

“who is this… . All day today… … .＂

If you don’t answer the phone, it will stick to you persistently.

Is this like an insurance ad?

Or are they holding some kind of election without my knowledge?

Ding dong!

At that time, the doorbell rang loudly.

Who came to visit?

It’s really not expected at all.

There was no food delivered… .

Since I’m just lying down, it’s not like there’s an issue with noise between floors… .

“brother! “Please open the door.”

“… … ?＂

“If you don’t open the door, will I open it and go in?”

what.

Am I dreaming now?

Why can’t I hear Yujeong’s voice?

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sound of 5 passwords being pressed at regular intervals.

And when I hit the dial, I heard the sound of the door lock opening.

It was a series of things that I couldn’t understand.

How did you find out the password?

You never told me?

“ah… … . “I knew it would be like this.”

“Yu..Yujeong… ?＂

“If I’m awake, I have to answer the phone. “You were worried!”

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Garam oppa was calling my name in a cracked voice.

So confidently, he kissed me and put his dick in everything… .

“ha… … . “Have you been lying down all day today?”

I took off my shoes and entered the room.

My brother’s studio apartment was really narrow.

To the left of the entrance there is a door leading to the bathroom.

There is a built-in shoe cabinet on the right.

There is a small refrigerator in front of the shoe cabinet, and a microwave oven is placed above it.

Although there was a middle door, the hallway leading to the room seemed narrower because of it.

Inside, there was only one room the size of my bedroom, and it contained a bed, a desk, a computer, a built-in closet, etc.

Literally a studio. It is literally a studio.

“Living with care like this… . Why did you come forward… … .＂

The truth: 3 months worth of lesson fees paid on behalf of the customer.

If I were to return it now, it would only hurt my pride.

Since it looks like my brother can’t survive, I’ll give it back. I don’t want to say it that way, but it sounds like it.

“what… . how did you know? I’m sick… … .＂

“Do you know how many phone calls I made?”

“It was you. no wonder… . It rang a lot all day… .＂

“Don’t say anything. I’ll give you some medicine. no… . First, let’s eat the porridge and take the medicine. “I bought porridge.”

Just like my brother did, I took out the porridge I bought from Geonjuk.

And I looked around to make it warmer.

“uh? Do you have any cooking utensils or anything?”

Pots, pans, plates.

There is none of these things.

No, there is no gas stove or sink in the first place.

“They told me not to say it… . Are you telling me to speak?”

“this… . Does that make sense?”

Feeling anxious, I opened the refrigerator.

The only thing in the refrigerator was beer, carbonated water, and a few side dishes that seemed to have been purchased from a side dish store.

＂There are side dishes… . There is no rice cooker… . But that doesn’t mean there’s instant rice… .＂

＂There are a lot of them in the shoe closet.＂

“shoe closet?”

I opened the shoe cabinet next to the refrigerator.

Instant rice and cup ramen were packed in all the compartments except the bottom one.

It seemed like the shoe rack was being used as a storage room as well.

＂Woah…it’s poor.＂

“That’s harsh… .＂

＂Why on earth do you wear shoes and eat together… … ?＂

no. Now is not the time to think about this.

It was so absurd that I almost forgot what I came here for.

Right now, the most important thing is to feed my brother porridge and give him medicine.

“Then I’ll just put it in the microwave. “Do you have spoons?”

＂It’s in the shoe rack… . disposable.”

“driving me crazy.”

Actually, I heard what Gaon said as a half-joke.

Poor novelist.

Participating in the merger with the aim of receiving donations.

I thought these were half jokes.

But that didn’t seem to be the case.

“I went to the hospital and got some medicine. This is the flu that is popular these days. Because my brother passed it on to me. It’s probably the same thing. “If you eat this, you’ll feel better soon.”

“oh… . Sweet. I’ll fall in love… .＂

“I see you’re joking. Still, I think it’s worth buying.”

While the microwave was running, I approached my brother and checked his condition.

My brother was covered in sweat.

I can’t open my eyes properly.

The forehead is like a ball of fire.

The sound of breathing is heavy.

At first glance, it looked like his condition was worse than mine.

“No. “I feel like I’m going to die soon.”

“therefore… . “I’ve been talking too much since a while ago.”

“If it hurts like this, you should have called Gaon oppa or me. “You told me to go to the hospital. What is this?”

＂Ugh… . My head hurts… … .＂

“… … .＂

There are definitely loves like this.

A person who cares more about others than himself.

A person who actually neglects himself.

A person who needs someone to take care of them.

“I want to grab your head and shake it… … .＂

First, I wrung out a towel and helped my brother up.

I felt like I needed to clean my body first before feeding him anything.

“I’ll take off my clothes.”

＂Ecchi.＂

“Can you please shut up?”

“yes… … .＂

As I took off my top, I could smell my brother’s body along with the smell of sweat.

I quickly shook off the thought that it was a strangely obscene smell and started wiping my back.

“How did you know about my house?”

“I opened the member information.”

“that… . “Isn’t it a crime?”

It is true that it is a crime.

He opened his member information on his own and went to that house… .

“So who’s sick?”

“password?”

“I asked Gaon oppa.”

“I don’t think I ever told Gaon about it… … .＂

“Your brother said that? My brother has been making passwords as a memory for a long time. So I pressed that button and it opened.”

Actually, I was a little hesitant to ask Gaon oppa.

Asking for Garam oppa’s house password is no different from saying that you are going to visit Garam oppa’s house.

A girlfriend refuses her boyfriend’s offer to come to her house and asks for the password to another man’s house. I hesitated because I didn’t want to be in this position.

“Now, clean the front yourself.”

“Can I wipe it?”

“What kind of baby is this?”

＂Mites.＂

“… … .＂

“It’s because my body doesn’t have enough strength.”

“… … all right.”

I had no choice but to go in front of my brother.

Then, starting from my arms, I continued to clean my neck and chest.

“That’s strange.”

“What.”

“You look pretty today.”

“… … .＂

When I glanced down, I saw that my glans was sticking out through my drawstring panties.

It wasn’t fully erect. It felt like it started to get erect and was sticking to my thigh, getting longer little by little.

“They say you can do it as long as you have the strength to cross the threshold… … . “Do you feel that way now?”

“I know.”

I got up from my seat, leaving behind my older brother who was smiling coolly.

“Is there such a thing as a small desk?”

“Something like that… . “I don’t have any?”

“yes. I don’t think there is one.”

Since there was no reward, I had no choice but to carry the porridge myself and feed it to him.

I felt like a caregiver when he asked me to feed him because he couldn’t eat it himself.

＂It’s a bit hot… . Hehe, will you blow on me?”

“Just eat it. “I’m not your mother either?”

＂Mamang… . I want to eat something other than this… … .＂

The gaze was focused on my chest.

I glared at him, wondering if he wanted to suck my breasts like this, but then he looked away and calmly began to eat the porridge.

My brother shook his head, unable to eat much of the porridge, perhaps because he had no appetite.

In the end, more than half were dead.

My brother took the medicine right away and fell asleep like a baby.

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While my brother was sleeping.

I quietly looked around the room.

“Would it be okay if I just bought some pillows?” … .＂

Although it is not a single-sized bed, it seemed difficult to sleep together in this bed.

Fortunately, there are extra blankets in the closet, so wouldn’t it be okay to sleep on the floor with a blanket?

“hmm?”

At that time, a notebook lying on the desk caught my eye.

It’s an ordinary spring note that you can find anywhere.

A notebook that is open rather than covered.

I knew I shouldn’t look at it carelessly, but it seemed like it had my name written on it, so my eyes inadvertently went in that direction.

How about making a novel using the video you saw while fucking Yujeong?

“this… … . what?”

I checked once again that my brother was sleeping and secretly looked inside the notebook.

A story of an idol becoming successful.

Since it is not an adult novel, there needs to be something different and interesting.

What are the cliches of this genre?

Should I secretly contact the people I worked with at the time?

“… … .＂

I guess I can write about 100 pieces in 4 months, right?

Should I finish it short and give it as a gift?

Bang Yoo-jeong succeeds as an idol in my writing -> Will Yoo-jeong like this article?

At that moment, the words Garam oppa said flashed through my head.

I felt like I heard a voice in my ear jokingly asking me if I still had any regrets about being an idol.

I slowly flipped through the notes.

In it, things like plans for a new work and thoughts for myself were written in a chaotic manner.