— What did you say?
— No, come down.
—What were you going to say? Say it quickly.
“Lady! Come down quickly. I bought you something you like.”
— I'll go out first. Come down.
— Oppa!!
And so our conversation ended. Ugh... It was so frustrating. I was definitely going to tell him I liked him too. Why the timing...? I sighed deeply and ran down the hall, following behind him.
— What is it?
— I bought your favorite bread. Butler Kim, could you please pack some bread for Yeoju? We're going to rest for a bit, so just pack some bread for Yeoju.
—Okay, I'll do it.
— No. I'll pack and go up. Mr. and Mrs. Chairman, you can rest.
— Yes, please.
Dad and Mom went to their rooms to rest, leaving us alone again. Seokjin took the bread to the kitchen and put it on a plate. He said it was done, but he didn't say anything else and just sat there, eating the bread in silence.
— I’m not going to eat it, so stop.
— Please eat something.
— Bread isn't important right now.What was I going to say earlier?
- yes?
— That's what I was going to say.
— It's nothing.
— Are you going to keep lying?
— Go up first. I'll carry it up.
- no,
— Come up and talk.
- ···all right.
At my brother's suggestion to go upstairs and talk, I went up to his room. As soon as I got there, I sat down on the bed and waited for him. A little later, he sat down next to me, holding a loaf of bread in one hand and an ointment and bandage in the other.
— Excuse me for a moment.
— ······.
— Give me your hand.
As I was just looking at my brother without letting go of his hand, he grabbed my hand, took off the bandage he had roughly put on, and applied ointment.
— You didn’t even apply ointment, you just put a bandage on it?
— So what were you trying to say?
I knew exactly what he was going to say, so I wanted to hear the full answer. My brother paused for a moment, then put the bandage back on and continued.
— Don't get hurt. I'd be upset if the young lady got hurt.
— What does that mean?
— I think you know this well, but I like you too...
— I knew it, but it's still nice to hear it... So...
— But I can't like you.
- why···?
— I'm repeating what I said earlier. And I'm the lady's housekeeper. No, I...
— I'm okay. As long as I'm okay, that's fine.
— Miss···.
— If you were going to say something like that, you shouldn't have swayed my heart in the first place. Why are you doing it now? Why did you keep making me like you instead of just pushing me away?
— I'm sorry... I should have controlled it better...
— I can't talk to you right now. I want to be alone.
— ···Then I'll go out. Good night···.
I covered myself with the blanket and cried continuously because I was upset. Why did I have to keep being upset because of this kind of man? Why did I like my brother even though he was like this? It was annoying, but right now, I really hated the fact that I was a chaebol. I just hated everything. Dangerous things kept happening to me. It was a blessing that I only got a paper cut, but I almost got cut with a knife. I could have left right away, but it wasn't easy.
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