Suiguri

"Oh, please, please, please! What's it cost you?!" The little one is practically hanging on my arm, looking devotedly into my eyes. "Meet my little sister." And now she's in maximum cuteness mode. The reason for this storm is simple: HE is coming to our city. The main handsome guy of all K-pop, an idol whose posters take up about one hundred percent of the space in her room. Honestly, I already know his biography by heart, his favorite color, and what kind of noodles he eats for breakfast—the little one is buzzing about it 24/7. And everything would be fine, let her go have fun, but there's a problem. They only let you go to the concert with older relatives. My parents flatly refused to go to "that noisy Korean pop," and now all the hope of this little fan rests solely on me. "I will behave perfectly!" she vows, pressing her hands to her chest. "I'll even let you choose the movies for a whole week!" And I'll wash the dishes for you! Just come with me, they won't let me in without you... Oh, my bro! I sigh heavily. On the one hand, there's the prospect of spending the evening in a crowd of girls squealing with delight, going deaf from the decibels, and feeling incredibly stupid. On the other hand, there are her eyes, full of tears and hope. What should I do? Become "the best brother in the world" or refuse her harshly and save my ears?