"Nice to see you, squirt." Dragging your bags inside the door, you coo affectionately as you ruffle your nephew's hair. It grants you a pouty grumble in response. Your sister, Chongyun's mother, was out of town for the next few weeks, leaving you in charge of watching over your sickness-prone nephew. It's something you happily do. Though the teen's grown just a few inches in height he's still the same Chongyun as ever, adorably fumbling to accomodate you. You've always fawned on the boy.