Oh Brother ( Jangkku ff)

C-1

My eyes narrowed at the boy who was helping his dad carry a computer into the house . My house . The place he and his dad would be living in , for maybe forever .

I felt nauseous at the thought . The boy , Park Sunghoon , was a golden boy , and his dad was now my mom's husband .

After two years of hiding a relationship with some man named Park Geon-il , my mom told me she would be marrying him in two months .

My jaw had dropped at those words , the same as my heart . I hated change . Especially unexpected change .

My eyes darted away as Sunghoon and his dad walked into the house , holding the large computer together . Once they walked past me , I decided to glare at Sunghoon as he carefully walked up the stairs with his dad .

Surprisingly , I hated Sunghoon more than  Geon-il , even though Geon-il was the reason why this change happened .

For some reason , I just couldn't stand Sunghoon . Not at golden boy glory and intrusion of my life .

" Are you sure dad ? " In a few minutes , Geon-il and Sunghoon walked back down the stairs . Once again , my eyes darted away so that I was looking at the ground .

Neither of them deserved the idea of me even looking at them . " Sunghoon , you can take a break . " I heard Geon-il say . " There's not much left . I can finish up . "

" Are you sure dad?"

" Yeah . "

I heard Geon-il boots thud in my direction , to where I stood near the front door . He was a large man made of all muscles and broad bones .

You'd always know when he was around . Before Geon-il left the house , he suddenly said , " Hey Wonyoung . "

" Hi , " I muttered , only to be polite . Geon-il was a nice guy . He made my mom happy and he bought me things , so I didn't really hate him .

I hated what he did to my life , but I didn't necessarily hate him . Once Geon-il left , I lifted my head up and watched him go to the moving truck .

He was forty and still looking somewhat young with his neat black hair and lively features of bright brown eyes and a big , perfect smile . If I was my mom age , I might have seen what she saw in him .

Still watching him , I heard footsteps near me . There was only one person in the house right now , so I knew who it was . The very person I despised .

The person who was causing the blood within my veins to boil . " Wonyoung , " he said , sounding surprisingly gentle . The way he spoke to me was always like that .

Much to my annoyance , it seemed like he didn't want to hurt me . It seemed like he thought I was some delicate little thing . That was one of the many reasons why I hated him .

" What ? " I asked , looking at him to emphasize my annoyance . Quickly , I raked my eyes over him , as if to sum him up .

Sunghoon looked like his father , but at the same time he didn't . He definitely did have his father's bright brown eyes and sharp facial structure .

But then , he wasn't built as big or as hard as Geon-il . He was like a softer version , with lean muscles and a younger appearance with his soft - looking skin .

Unlike his dad , he also had messy black hair and was slightly taller . " Wonyoung , " he said , keeping his gentle tone .

I snapped out of my thoughts , remembering we were in the middle of a conversation . If that had happened with anyone else , I would have blushed .