What was a conversation between a brother and sister alone supposed to be like?
Most people hid the truth because they found it embarrassing, but the common sense I knew went something like this.
First, the younger sister would be nestled in her Oppa’s arms or kiss him on the cheek.
Then she would act cute, and her Oppa would already be completely disarmed.
No matter what she asked of him, he would have no choice but to grant it.
How many times had I fallen victim to that method since childhood?
I couldn’t even count.
Then what about an older sister and younger brother?
I didn’t know either.
I had no older sister, so that was only natural.
Still, if I had to guess, it probably wasn’t all that different.
Every now and then, I had imagined it.
If I’d had one more older sibling, perhaps a sister would have been gentler than Aron-hyung and more willing to indulge me when I acted spoiled.
Though I couldn’t picture myself nestled comfortably in someone’s arms at all.
That, too, was the fate of a powerless second son.
Unlike Ria, whose aptitude…