Younger Sibling

I have a younger brother.

Honestly, I practically raised him myself.

I mean, even as a child, I had the same mature air I have now, and back then, though I was in infancy, wouldn't my younger brother, who was an even younger baby, have been so cute?

I changed his diapers myself, played with him, taught him Korean and English, and while practically raising him myself, a single desire was born.

Just making an Alpha Male.

Around that time, I looked in the mirror and realized my appearance was unusual, and I thought my younger brother would be similar. Now I've given up, but back then, I wanted to turn him into the Alpha Male I'd longed for and get vicarious satisfaction.

"Noona, can't I go to Taekwondo?"

"No, do you see those older boys over there? You have to go there."

So, back then, I sent my younger brother, who had almost gone to a Taekwondo academy that served a similar role to a daycare, to a Jiu-Jitsu Dojo.

"I want the puzzle after-school..."

"If the person who can achieve without effort is a genius, Ahsung, unfortunately, you're not a genius."

"Huh? I'm not a genius?"

"But if the person who can achieve something through effort is a genius, Ahsung, you can become a genius."

"Noona, what does that mean..."

"Join the Baseball Team and become Suzuki Ichiro!"

When he was in elementary school, I pushed him into the cliff that was the Baseball Team.

At the time, our elementary school's Baseball Team was so famous that students transferred from other schools.

My younger brother Ahsung, who resembled the physique of me, Ahyun, who was active as a child Model and a few years later made a bombing impact on the domestic Model industry, adapted excellently and performed well in that Baseball Team.

Probably, the Jiu-Jitsu Dojo he attended from the lower grades of elementary school helped.

And after many events passed, a few years later.

He quit baseball, which he had adapted to but had no great talent for, got scouted by an Idol Agency, and bolted after three months as a trainee.

After that, my younger brother, who spectacularly bombed the CSAT and entered a local Residential Academy saying he'd only study, is... sitting in front of me.

"So you're doing a Broadcast, Noona?"

"Yeah, but does this little shit come in without knocking?"

At my glare, my younger brother Kim Ahsung, who had been kneeling, frowned.

"But this was my room."

"...."

"I heard computer sounds from inside, so I just came in."

Well, I can't really argue with that.

Because I turned the room that became empty after he went to a cram school into a Broadcast room right away.

-??

-Was it your younger brother's room?

-lol

-For real, so he's your younger brother lol

For reference, I just didn't turn off the mic.

I told my younger brother not to say my name, and I'm talking with him both to explain and as conversation.

I mean, once a male voice came out, if I turned off the mic and there was a long silence, weird misunderstandings would pile up, wouldn't they?

"Ahem, hem, but when did you get back?"

"Me? I came back today."

"You should tell me when you come back, tsk..."

"But I left a message on Talk..."

"...."

-???

-I think you're the one at fault?

-That must be fucking awful lol

Ah, was that so?

Haa~ I see, it seems I couldn't check my phone because I was in the middle of a Broadcast.

"Hem hem, ...if you were coming, you should've come on Christmas. So did you come to hang out? Is studying going well?"

"...? I don't go to the academy anymore."

"?"

I expressed doubt at those words.

You don't go to the academy? Why?

For a moment, I thought of my younger brother during his trainee days.

After seeing the other kids' looks, he said his debut was hopeless and bolted after three months.

That bastard... couldn't endure that.

For reference, Ahsung's physique is as excellent as mine, but unfortunately his facial features were a little different from mine.

That lacking percentage was how far he drifted from being an Idol.

"Did you maybe run away again...?"

Anyway, when I asked because that thought came to mind, my younger brother's face crumpled.

"What are you talking about, didn't you hear I did well on the CSAT?"

"Huh?"

"That's why I quit the academy and came home."

Under my younger brother's gaze, looking at me as if asking if I'd really forgotten that... I ended up turning my eyes away.

"Hmm, hem..."

-?

-??

-lol