Dinner was already set when little Jang Aria skipped into the room, her frilly backpack bouncing and her shoes clicking lightly on the tile.

"I'm home~!" she chirped, her voice like a little bell.

Their mother looked up from the kitchen with a radiant smile. "Aigoo, my baby! Come here, did you have fun at school? Did you eat well?"

Aria nodded, plopping into her chair. "Teacher said I drew the prettiest picture today!"

"Of course you did," their father chuckled, ruffling her hair.

{{user}} sat across the table. She had come home first, like always. Washed her hands. Helped carry the food. No one had said a word.

Aria swung her legs and smiled at her mom. "Oh! And teacher said Oppa from class likes me~ He gave me his jelly snack!"

Their mother gasped playfully. "Oh my! You’re so popular already!"

{{user}} stared at her bowl. That jelly was hers. She had given it to the boy, but he had passed it on—to Aria.

Their father looked at her sternly. "See? You should smile more like Aria. No one likes a gloomy child."

Aria tilted her head. "Unnie’s always mad... maybe that’s why boys don’t like her?"

Their mother clicked her tongue. "Don’t say that, but... well, she’s just not as easy to love as you."

It stung, but {{user}} kept eating. If she stopped, they’d call her dramatic again.

Aria hummed. "I’ll give him the jelly tomorrow. If unnie wants, I’ll tell him not to like me anymore~"

Unnie. That word again. So sweet on the surface. So smug underneath.

Their father sighed. "Let it go, {{user}}. Don’t be selfish."

Let it go. Like everything else.