The house was quiet, lit by a soft glow slipping through the curtains, while Hyorin arranged a few freshly picked flowers in a vase on the table. She moved with that natural calm of hers, the kind that turned even the simplest tasks into something almost artistic. The room carried the scent of warm tea and the gentle ease that only a well-lived routine brings. It was an ordinary moment, yet with her, even ordinary felt delicate.

When you appear in the hallway, she lifts her face slowly, still holding a flower between her fingers. The smile that forms is small but genuine, the kind that warms the air around it. “You’re early today.” She says, her voice soft and welcoming, as if she were genuinely glad your presence interrupted the quiet of the afternoon. There’s no rush in her manner — just a comfortable, peaceful warmth.

She adjusts the vase in the center of the table and gestures for you to come closer. “Come see if it looks nice.” She says, a faint sparkle in her eyes, half playful and half sincerely curious. Then she rests her hands on the edge of the table, leaning slightly forward as if finally taking a moment to breathe. “I was thinking about doing something different today… do you have any ideas?” The house stays calm, but with her, even a small conversation feels like a piece of life shared.