Meanwhile, at the house, Soo-min, Hye-jin, and Eun-ji sat together in the living room. The TV was on low, but none of them were watching. Ji-yeon had just walked in carrying a bag of snacks—chocolate bars, chips, and a few cans of soda. She set the bag down on the coffee table and sat cross-legged on the floor facing them.
The room was quiet for a moment. Then Soo-min sighed, staring down at her hands.
"I'm really happy for Oppa," she said softly. "I mean it. He's smiling more. He's… lighter. But… What if she becomes intimate with him? What if he starts spending all his time with her? We won't have him as much anymore."
Hye-jin nodded slowly, eyes sad. "I know it's selfish. We did everything for him because we love him. But… I feel attached. Like… more than a sister should. I don't want to lose him."
Eun-ji hugged her knees to her chest. "Me too. I know it's wrong, but… I love him. Not just as a brother. And I don't want another woman to take him away."
Ji-yeon looked at each of them in turn, her expression gentle but serious. She leaned forward slightly.
"Do you three actually love your own brother romantically?" she asked quietly.
The three sisters looked at each other, then back at her. None of them looked away. None of them looked ashamed.
Ji-yeon nodded slowly. "Okay. Let me ask you something then. The same things people would say if they ever found out."
She paused, then spoke clearly, one question at a time.
"Soo-min… you're the eldest sister. You're supposed to be the responsible one. How can you even think about your older brother like that? Isn't that disgusting?"
Soo-min lifted her chin, eyes steady. "No. It's not disgusting. He's been my whole world since Mom died. He gave up everything for us. If loving him more than a sister should make me a bad person, then I'm a bad person. But I won't lie about how I feel."
Ji-yeon turned to Hye-jin.
"Hye-jin… you're twenty. You're old enough to know better. People would call you sick. They'd say you're twisted for wanting your own brother that way."
Hye-jin's voice was quiet but firm. "Let them call me whatever they want. I don't care. He's the only one who ever made me feel safe. He still does. If that's twisted, then I'm twisted. I love him. I won't apologize for it."
Ji-yeon looked at Eun-ji last.
"Eun-ji… you're the baby. You're only eighteen. You should be chasing boys your age. Not thinking about your oppa like that. People would say you're immature, that you don't know what real love is."
Eun-ji wiped her eyes, but her voice didn't waver. "I know what love is. It's the person who holds you when you're crying, who makes you breakfast when you're too sad to get up, who smiles even when he's dying inside. That's Oppa. I love him. And I won't let anyone tell me it's wrong."
Ji-yeon sat back, a small, proud smile tugging at her lips.
"Not one of you faltered," she said softly. "Not even a little."
She leaned forward again. "Then just take the leap of faith. Be with him. Confess. Your insecurities will disappear the moment you're honest. He needs you three more than anyone in the world. He won't throw that away—not ever."
Soo-min bit her lip. "But… What about you, Unnie? We know how you feel about him too."
Ji-yeon looked away for a moment, then sighed deeply. "Yeah… I do love him. More than I should."
She took a slow breath, her voice quiet but steady.
"I was married once. It was a bad marriage. My husband cheated, then left me when our daughter was only two. I raised her alone. I swore I'd never love anyone again. I was done. But then… Min-seok happened."
She smiled faintly, remembering.
"When he was small—maybe ten or eleven— aunt Ji-soo used to send him to my house every weekend because she worked double shifts and couldn't help me with my daughter since she had to work for her daughter's future. He would sit with my daughter for hours. She was only four, and she cried a lot after her dad left. Min-seok never got tired of her.
He'd read her stories, play with her dolls, make silly faces until she laughed. One day she fell and scraped her knee really badly. She was screaming. He carried her to the bathroom, cleaned the wound himself, put a bandage on it, and hugged her until she stopped crying.
He was just a kid himself, but he took care of her like she was his own real little sister and not his niece. I watched him… and something in me just… broke open."
Her smile faded, eyes growing distant.
"Then… When my daughter was six, we were in a car accident. I was driving home from her school event. A truck ran a red light. I swerved, but it hit us. I was fine—just bruises. But she… she hit her head so hard. She went into a coma due to severe concussion.
Doctors said she might never wake up. I blamed myself every single day. I stopped eating. I stopped sleeping. I sat by her hospital bed for weeks, holding her hand, crying until I had no tears left. I felt like I had failed her… like I didn't deserve to live if she didn't."
Ji-yeon's voice trembled. She wiped her eyes.
"Min-seok… he was only twelve. But he came every single day after school. He sat with me. He held my hand when I cried. He fed me forcefully knowing full well I hadn't eaten anything nor would I have any will to eat anything and he would force feed me food with his own hands."
Ji-yeon's voice softened as she remembered.
"He'd sit beside me, holding a small bowl of porridge or soup. I'd turn my face away, tears falling. He'd say so gently, 'Sis… please. Just one bite. For me. You have to eat so you can be strong for her when she wakes up.' I'd shake my head, but he wouldn't give up.
He'd scoop a little spoonful, blow on it carefully so it wasn't too hot, and bring it to my lips. 'Open up, Sis. Just one. Please.' I'd resist at first, but he'd look at me with those big, worried eyes and say, 'If you don't eat, I won't eat either. We'll both be weak when she needs us.'
That always broke me. I'd open my mouth, let him feed me, tears streaming down my face. And every time, he'd smile softly and say, 'Good job, Auntie. One more… for her.'"
She wiped her eyes.
"He talked to my daughter like she could hear him—told her stories, sang to her, promised he'd take her to the park when she woke up. And I felt it… his efforts were working. She started showing small signs of recovery.
Her fingers twitched when he spoke. Her eyelids fluttered. I truly believe if Min-seok hadn't been there, she might not have woken up at all. He saved not just me, but my daughter too. He became her anchor just like he became mine."
She took a shaky breath.
"After three months… she actually woke up. And slowly. Min-seok was still there, right in front of her eyes when she opened them. He had stayed by her bedside almost every day. She had trouble walking at first, but he helped her—holding her hands, walking beside her step by step, never leaving her behind.
Even when she was transferred to a special school for rehabilitation, he never once forgot her. He visited her every single day after school—bringing her favorite snacks, reading to her, helping with her therapy exercises. I believed in my heart that if Min-seok hadn't been there, she might not have woken up at all. I might have lost her.
He saved not just me, but my daughter too. She grew so dependent on him—he became her anchor just like he became mine. He pulled me out of the darkness when I wanted to die. He showed me what real love looks like—quiet, steady, selfless.
He became my anchor. That's when I fell for him. Not because he babysat her… but because he refused to let me drown. He carried me when I couldn't carry myself. And I've never been able to stop loving him since."
Ji-yeon paused, her voice softened, eyes distant.
"I used to talk to aunt Ji-soo about it… about my feelings for him. I confessed everything to her one night, crying to her. I told her I felt so wrong for loving her son, that he was younger, my cousin, family.
I asked her what was happening to me, why I couldn't stop these forbidden feelings. I told her how wrong it felt, how disgusted I felt for having feelings for my own little brother.
I expected her to be angry or disappointed. But she just held me, stroked my hair, and said so gently, 'Feelings aren't wrong, Ji-yeon. They just are. You love him because he's kind. Because he cares. That's not wrong. What matters is how you love him.
If you love him the way a mother loves her child—selflessly, protectively—then keep loving him like that. But if it ever becomes something more… don't be afraid. Love is never wrong when it's pure. Just protect him. And protect yourself.
She never judged me. She just loved me… and told me I was still family, no matter what. Aunt Ji-soo even added softly, almost sadly, 'I have a feeling… the way Min-seok loves everyone so unconditionally, so completely… he's going to end up lonelier and lonelier as he grows.
He gives everything and asks for nothing. When he needs someone—when the weight becomes too heavy—please protect him. Protect his feelings too. Be there for him when he can't be there for himself.' That's why we all hold her so high. She was mature, loving, and wise. She solved everything with so much care."
She wiped her eyes again.
"Although I didn't understand then what she meant by her saying about Min-seok being lonely and needing someone to protect him. But then aunt Ji-soo died on Min-seok's birthday. And I realised what she meant. I saw how he carried everything—his sisters, the house, the guilt.
He never complained. Never broke. Even when he was falling apart inside, he still smiled for them. He still made sure my daughter had birthday presents every year, visiting her every now and then. He still called me on my birthday to make sure I didn't go depressed in loneliness, even when he was struggling.
I realized then how strong he had been for every single one of us—his sisters, me, my daughter, even for aunt Ji-soo. How could someone be this mature at his age? He had this… charm.
This quiet strength that attracted everyone to him, making them attached to him and cling to him, even fall in love with him irrespective of the relationship with him. I felt like when he was born, aunt Ji-soo gave a part of herself, her strength, her love and her care to him—so the two of them could work together to protect their family.
It's the eldest child's duty too, I think. And no matter what, we can't let him go. When his anchor—his mom—died, we all felt him losing his strength. We couldn't let that happen.
He's the kindest soul I've ever known. I tried to bury those feelings. Told myself it was wrong—he's my cousin, he's my younger, he's family. But I couldn't. Every time I saw him take care of someone else while hurting himself… I fell harder. I would give my life for him. I still would."
Ji-yeon wiped her eyes again. She paused, voice trembling slightly.
Ji-yeon looked at the three sisters with a small, sad smile.
"Even my daughter… she's still so attached to him. She asks about him every day. I wouldn't be surprised if she grows up and falls in love with him too. Our family dynamics are… complicated and fucked up.
But I can't help it. And now… seeing Mi-Kyung so close to him, I feel a little insecure. I know it's selfish when he is finally thinking about his own happiness a bit, but I can't help wondering if I'll lose him completely."
The three sisters looked at her with soft, understanding eyes.
Eun-ji reached over and took her hand. "You can hide your feelings from him, Unnie… but not from us."
Ji-yeon laughed a little, wiping her eyes. "I know. I know."
Hye-jin squeezed her hand. "Then take the leap of faith. If he can love a woman with three kids who's older than you… why not you?"
Soo-min nodded. "He always looked after you too, Unnie. On your birthday, even when he was struggling, he made sure you had a cake. He remembered every little thing about you. He cares about you. He always has."
Ji-yeon smiled through her tears. "Maybe… maybe you're right."
Eun-ji grinned, eyes bright. "So… we're all going to confess?"
The four of them laughed softly, a mix of nerves, hope, and love in the air.
Ji-yeon pulled them into a tight group hug. "Let's give him the love he deserves. All of us. No more hiding."
They held each other tightly, hearts full, knowing that whatever happened next, they would face it together—for Min-seok, and for each other.
But while this was happening, there was someone watching all of it from far away—hidden in the shadows of the trees near the cabin.
Tae-joon, the 20-year-old tenant who rented a room in Mi-Kyung's house, Hyun-woo's close friend. He had followed them here, driven by a mix of curiosity and jealousy that had been building for months.
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