I Dumped Her Not Knowing That She Was My Favorite

090. Memory

“When did I say that!”

I was so shocked that I screamed at him.

“You said that! “Think dirty thoughts!”

“No! No! “I didn’t say anything like that!”

As it is near the university, many of our school students still come and go at 6pm.

I was afraid that someone might have heard me, so I quickly looked around.

Fortunately, the passers-by did not seem to be paying attention to us.

“…Really?”

His two cloudy eyes stare down at me.

“Yes. “Really.”

I thought it was such a random statement that some people wondered if I had confused him with someone else.

“Then I really don’t do it?”

Ah. Seriously, why is this person like this? To me.

I was in tears and gave up answering, so I grabbed my brother’s arm and dragged him forward.

Large dogs.

It felt like I was dragging a really big dog up a hill.

“Hey. Kim Do-ah. I can walk properly! Ugh? “I can walk.”

I could hear muttering gibberish from behind, but I unilaterally ignored it as if I had pressed the block button.

The road back home felt very long today.

“Let’s go in now.”

After successfully dragging him to the front of my brother’s house, I wiped my moist forehead with my sleeve.

It must have been really hard to see that I was sweating even though it was winter.

“…And you?”

After entering the password and opening the door, he asked me while holding the door handle.

“I have to go to broadcast now. “I drank a little bit of alcohol to broadcast.”

“…I don’t like it.”

He grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him with all his strength.

Perhaps it was because he was drunk, but my brother’s arm strength far exceeded my expectations, and I headed straight into his house.

The sound of a lock being locked was heard from behind.

“…Oppa. “I really have to go.”

It wasn’t a joke, it was real.

It wasn’t that I didn’t have time at all, but I wanted to wash up and broadcast in comfortable clothes if possible.

“I know I have time left.”

“There are only two hours left.”

“There are two hours left.”

I sighed at the sight of him fussing like a child and decided that it would be quicker to put him to sleep and leave than to fight here.

“Then it’s only 30 minutes.”

“1 Hour.”

“30 Minutes. “I won’t accept anything more than that.”

When I spoke firmly, as if it was nothing, he just took off his shoes and went inside.

After turning on the lamp, my brother throws clothes one by one onto the chair.

Perhaps the scarf he was wearing was uncomfortable, so my boyfriend quickly took off his clothes without even caring that it fell to the floor.

He sat down on the bed with only slacks and a shirt on, took off his socks, and dragged me, who was standing still, towards him.

“Doya.”

His two hands grab my wrist.

The next thing I felt was the texture of his hair.

He bowed his head in front of me, as if he were a sinner hoping for salvation, and it seemed like he was finally starting to self-diagnose.

“I think I’m drunk.”

“Have you finally realized that?”

I was so shocked that I burst into laughter.

Everyone in the world knew, but why was he the only one who didn’t know that he was drunk?

“It’s enough to know now. Ruler. Lie down quickly.”

I wanted to tell him to change into comfortable clothes and go to bed.

But I couldn’t guarantee what kind of disaster would happen in the process if I did that again, so I just pulled on the blanket.

“Come here.”

My brother slowly gets up and goes inside.

Fortunately, I thought his treatment would end safely like this.

“…What are you doing?”

He was lying down against the wall, staring at me blankly in that same pose.

“…Yes?”

“What are you doing by not coming in?”

His speech, as if he were asking why I didn’t do something that was obvious, was enough to make me wonder if I was doing something wrong.

“No, no. Why am I going in there?”

When I came to my senses, I asked back, feeling dumbfounded.

I was just going to see you sleeping! I am!

“That’s right…”

When it seemed like I had no intention of going in, my brother crawled over to me, kneeling on his bed.

“Because you said you wanted it.”

It was truly a destructive smile.

A smile that has a different texture from the way you usually smile at me.

It was a smile that stimulated a person’s lust and was perfect for saying something s*xy.

When I instinctively sensed a crisis and took a step back, he took a step closer as if it were no problem.

“…Oppa. I’m doing this because I’m drunk. “Just quickly go back to sleep and wake up tomorrow morning.”

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“No.”

He interrupted me and corrected his expression.

“This is just that.”

My boyfriend raises his eyebrows at a bashful meal.

“It’s because I want to be with you.”

…It’s disgraceful.

You don’t usually say things like that.

You just giggle while looking for Luca to meet.

I knew very well that my brother was immature at expressing affection.

You said it was your first time dating.

So even if they don’t use so-called cringe-worthy expressions often.

I endured even when I doubted whether I was loved.

Having been consumed by alcohol, he was whispering sweet affection to me in clear pronunciation.

“Doya.”

I could no longer reject the soft whisper.

It’s hard for me to hold back too.

It wasn’t just him who drank alcohol.

I thought I didn’t know anymore, so I relaxed my body and his hands naturally cupped my cheeks.

“I love you.”

His face gets closer and closer.

What will happen from now on is an unknown territory that we have never experienced before.

I slowly closed my eyes and felt the warm yet soft touch of lips.

Maybe because it was winter, it felt a little rough, but that was only for a short time.

My brother’s tongue swept over my lips.

My eyes widened at the unfamiliar touch, but my brother pulled my neck even harder, as if to tell me not to be surprised.

His tongue penetrates between the pursed lips.

It was aggressive yet hot.

I don’t know where to breathe.

I couldn’t do either this or that, so I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, just like him.

Tongue and tongue are intertwined.

His lips were so shiny and covered with saliva as if they had never been dry, and when he parted his lips, what was heard was his rapid breathing.

“Haa… Haa…”

First kiss.

When I was young, I imagined what my first kiss would be like.

I thought we were going to have a fresh kiss in a very romantic place.

As expected, reality was different from fantasy.

But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t that unpleasant or unpleasant feeling.

Just a lot more than I thought.

It felt very hot.

“…Is this your first time?”

Ironically, the first words that came out of my mouth were doubts rather than feelings.

Honestly, it was difficult not to have doubts.

Because by my standards… He seemed too skilled for what I felt.

How can you hold your tongue like that…?

I wasn’t sure how to express myself.

“Yes. “It’s my first time.”

His breathy answer was so erotic that I wanted to once again feel the sensation I felt a moment ago.

“But why are you so good at it?”

“Because I am an expert in theory.”

A burst of laughter escaped.

“What on earth did you see and how much did you see? Why.”

“A lot. “Probably more than you think.”

“In 2D?”

When I asked playfully, instead of answering, my brother lusted after my lips once again.

Until a little while ago, I was just being bullied by my brother one-sidedly, but this time it was different.

I also wanted to take a bit of initiative.

I tried caressing his lower lip as if biting it and playfully sticking my tongue in and out.

“Ugh!”

It seemed like my greedy boyfriend’s tongue wanted to enter my mouth somehow, but when I rejected it, my brother made a strange noise with a pouty face.

He seemed unable to tell me what to do with words, so he sent strong signals only with his eyes.

Good.

I am happy.

I thought it was great to feel connected and able to check each other’s feelings, but I suddenly started to feel sad.

Because my brother seemed to lose his memory when he was drunk.

It was like that last time with Kiss Mark.

They tormented me so hard that my body was scarred.

Even thinking about it now, the way he woke up in the morning and said he couldn’t remember was still so outrageous.

I gently push his shoulder back.

I suddenly thought that all of this was just my memory again, and I felt like I couldn’t do the same things as before.

“…Why?”

My boyfriend asks me the reason for my actions.

I told it honestly, even though I had no intention of hiding it.

“Oppa. “I don’t think I’ll remember again.”

Just this feeling. I feel like I will be treated like an accident.

However, the answer that followed was so full that it made my heart tremble.

“…No.”

My face is captured in the pitch-black eyes.

“I have work today.”

His fingers wiped the saliva from the corner of my mouth.

“I will remember you no matter what.”

And once again.

His lips were placed on top of mine.