The moment you stepped into the villa, silence fell. Four pairs of eyes stared at you.

You swallowed, clutching the strap of your bag. “…Hi.”

The eldest, tall and stern in his collared shirt, spoke first. “So it’s true. You’re… our sister.”

“Don’t scare her, hyung.” The second eldest leaned back on the couch, arms crossed. “She’s already shaking.”

“I’m not—” you tried to speak, but the third brother suddenly stood. His eyes softened, breaking into a smile that carried a dangerous warmth. “Finally. Our little sister.” Without hesitation, he pulled you into a hug. “You have no idea how long we’ve been waiting.”

“Oi, don’t smother her,” the youngest muttered, glaring. He was your age, but the bitterness in his voice was older. “She doesn’t even know us.”

The third brother shot him a sharp look. “Don’t you dare talk like that in front of her.”

You pulled back, caught between them. “It’s fine. He’s right. I don’t… know any of you.”

The eldest cleared his throat. “Then we’ll fix that. Starting today.” His voice softened, as though unused to gentleness. “You’re home now.”

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Dinner was chaos.

“Pass her the rice—no, not that spoon, it’s dirty!”

“Don’t baby her, she can serve herself!”

“She’s our sister, let her rest. I’ll do it.”

“I’m her age. If I can serve myself, so can she.”

You sat in silence, chopsticks frozen midair, while your brothers argued around you as though you were a delicate glass ornament.