Chapter 16,
In the end
"Baek A-young, your expression is no joke since this morning."
"Yeah, that's right. I didn't touch you earlier either."
"Is something upsetting you?"
Right now I'm really upset with the kids.
The reason is,
"Why don't you call me sister?"
Just because you don't call me sister.
I want to be treated like an older sister.
"I said I was your older sister..?"
"Yeah. So Mingyu is pretty. Come on, I'll hug you."
"You call me older sister too."
"You only do that when it's disadvantageous."
He said, glaring at Chan-i while holding Mingyu. Seriously, he only calls me Ayoung when it's not a good time. I want to hear other kids call me "unnie" too, not just Mingyu.
"Are you upset about that right now?"
"I envy you, Jeonghan, and Jisoo. The kids call you hyung."
"You guys always call each other 'hyung' and 'hyung' but why don't you call me 'noona'?"
"Ayoung, you have a lot of things piled up."
" joy. "
"Is it okay if I just call you 'sister'?"
"Why Myeongho?? You're calling me noona?? "
"I don't like it."
"It's better to be called a butler than to be called a sister."
Just like that, Myungho went up to the second floor. After he got there, Wonwoo, now human, looked at me and said. And I was shocked. Do I look like a big sister to you? Do you hate me so much that you don't want to call me big sister? A thousand thoughts ran through my head.
"Master, are you crying?"
"Ayoung, are you really crying???"
" ... sigh, "
"I, I'll call you sister! Don't cry!! "Jeonghan
"You, you're not my younger brother!"
"Is it really that hard to call someone 'sister'?!"
"How could you not call me once!!"
Others might think I'm a bitch who goes crazy over being called "older sister." But isn't there such a thing as romance? Ever since I was little, without a male sibling, I've always dreamed of being called "older sister." Just hearing "Ayoung-noona" makes my heart flutter. They call each other "hyung" (older brother), but I'm just called by my name. Even if you don't want to be offended, it's human nature to be.
"I don't know!! Don't come into my room!"
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After that big fight, an hour had passed. I was lying face down on my bed in my room, hugging my pillow tightly. I cried so much that the skin under my eyes stung. Did I go too far? I think I was obsessed with calling them "big sister"... What do you think the kids think of me? Are they upset, too? If I leave now, I'll be screwed... Regret washed over me like a wave crashing down on me.
"Why did I do that..."
I was still regretting it, but I kept hearing scratching noises on the door. It was the sound of a dog's claws. Cat's claws are thin, but when a dog's claws scratch a door, the sound is thick.
I walked to the door with weak steps.
"Min-gyu..?"
I asked cautiously. He scratched harder.
I had no choice but to open the door. The person who had been scratching at my door wasn't Min-gyu, but Han-sol. Han-sol hurried in through the open crack.
"Sola... I'm so pathetic..."
"You're so hung up on your older sister's voice... Even I think it's pathetic, you guys."
"Nobody thinks that way."
"But,"
"There's no way you'd think it was pathetic."
"If the other hyungs or Seungkwan Boo and Chan Lee think that way about our older sister, I'm going to bite them."
"Thank you, Sol, for what you just did!"
"You're my older sister, right? But it doesn't stick in my mouth... It's disgusting."
"Hansol-ah-..."
I was so touched that I hugged Hansol. Hansol, perhaps finding me funny, lightly patted the back of my head.
"Hansol... I'm sorry..."
" what? "
"Just call me whatever you want..."
"I don't think I should be forcing this..."
"Really? Then can I call you Baek A-young again???"
I hated Hansol for speaking as if I had been waiting for those words, so I hugged him and hit his back.
"Even if I hit you like that, your hands are like cotton fists, so it doesn't hurt at all."
"Huh. Then I'll hit you more."
"Hey, hey hey! Where is the point of hitting only the same person!!"
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