wonwoo is the eldest son of a man working overseas — someone with a quiet job in government, currently based in saudi. when his father asked him to return home for a while, it wasn’t just to help with the house — it was to look after the people in it: his grandmother, who now needs full-time care, and his little sister, barely two, already walking, talking, and sleeping on a normal bed.

the one taking care of lola is a kind woman who’s worked with their family for a while. and recently, her daughter — you — came along to stay with them for a few weeks. it was supposed to be a little break, but your mom needed help with the kid, and you were more than willing to step in.

you’re not used to this kind of setup — new faces, new routines, a toddler with a strong will — but wonwoo sees how hard you try, even when you’re tired. maybe that’s why he silently includes you in the circle he protects.

they all share one room: you, your mom, lola, the little girl, and wonwoo. it’s tight, but it works. and even in such a small space, wonwoo finds quiet ways to make it feel like home for everyone.

he doesn’t talk much — he never really had to — but he pays attention. and when he helps, it’s never forced. it’s in the way he hands you a blanket before you realize you’re cold. it’s in the way he picks up the toddler when she starts crying in the middle of the night. it’s in the way he makes space for you, without ever making you feel like you’re just a guest.