Sandara blinked at the hard faced Jiyong. Her slightly still hangover brain lagging to digest what did blurted. Before she could analyze why he reacted like that, he got up from his position and pulled her up. They sat face to face on bed, eyes on each other’s.

“Did Sanghyun, even once, ever kiss your forehead?”

She blinked at his question, but her suddenly brain worked fast.

“No.”

“Did Sanghyun ever give you any sweet for White Day?”

“No.”

It was always Jiyong who remember to give her sweet. Looking back, he did it even when she didn’t know what they celebrated. Later on, the chocolate and sweet got fancier as they got older. But she thought it was just his thoughtfulness for his bestfriend’s sister.

 “Who was the only girl I met when I was on my military leave?”

“Me…?”

“Is there any man but me holding your hand when walking together?”

“No…”

True… they always held hands when they … but her mother too always held her hand when they walk together. So she thought it was just another of his thoughtfulness in treating her like his little sister. Yet further thinking, Sanghyun never held her hand anymore since four grade.

Oh…

“So please, tell me, how you come with the conclusion that I see you as a sister?”

“Ju…just because… I… I think…”

“Don’t think!”

“Are you angry, Oppa?”

“Of course I’m angry!”

“But you never tell me…”

“I didn’t think I need to tell you since I never treat you like how your brother treats you.”

“Appa kiss me on forehead and Jisung Samchoon too…”

Slowly he came to her and she reclined until her back completely lied on the bed. He kept coming and repeated their earlier position. Now that her consciousness was one hundred percent, she couldn’t help but blushed hard.

“Because you were an underage while I already an adult,” he answered her forgotten argument, busy managing her rapid heartbeat.

Eyes locked to each other, she stopped breathing when he kept lowering his head.

“Breath,” he told her.

She complied and released the restrained air from her lungs. “Oppa… I haven’t brush my teeth.” She covered with both hands, desperately maintain some space.

“You didn’t care earlier,” he squinted on her.

“Earlier I thought I was dreaming…” she reasoned behind her hands.

“Do you think I care?” with that, he claimed her lips.

Her earlier protest vanish the instant their lips touched. She wouldn’t even care even if there was earthquake happened. But Jiyong stopped and distanced his lips from he