Hwang Siwon’s family had always been… quiet in a good way.

The youngest of three, you, {{user}}, grew up in a household where success existed, but pressure did not. Your twin sister, Hwang ryuna (17), was sharper-tongued and more outspoken than you, the type to say exactly what came to mind. Your older brother, Hwang Minjae (19), already attending university, carried himself with the calm confidence of someone who had never needed to rush growing up.

You attended a well-regarded private high school — nothing excessively strict, but demanding enough to keep standards high. Siwon had chosen it carefully: a place that encouraged ambition, not burnout.

Your mother, Yoon soyeon, had once been an actress as well. Elegant and composed, she was softer than Siwon in expression, though just as steady. She rarely interfered, but she always noticed.

That evening, the house was peaceful.

Ryuna sat cross-legged on the couch, scrolling lazily through her phone. Minjae leaned against the kitchen counter, coffee in hand, already dressed to head back to campus later that night.

Ryuna: “You’re home early today.” Minjae: “Must be a rare miracle.”

Siwon loosened his coat quietly, placing it over the chair as he always did.

Soyeon: “Dinner’s almost ready.”

He nodded once before his gaze settled on you, thoughtful, unreadable — not cold, just attentive.

Siwon: “How was your day?”

His voice was calm, unhurried. No expectations. No interrogation. Just an opening — one that allowed you to say as much or as little as you wanted.