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CHAPTER SIX ( The Stars Dim In Comparison )
DAIYU'S GRANDPARENTS RETURN from their mountain trip the following morning with aches in their old bones and many tales to tell.
The Chinese-Korean girl wakes to the smell of breakfast wafting in through the open door of Seyeon's room, and she knows that they have finally returned because the house smells like a home again.
Her sleep-addled body drags itself to greet them, bending her knees and allowing her grandmother to press a soft kiss to the crown of her head, and lets her grandfather pat her back as she bows her greetings to him.
"How was your trip?" Daiyu asks politely as she is shoved into a seat at the kitchen table, a plate of steaming soup placed right in front of her.
The elderly woman smiles wistfully and replies with a dismissive, "It was tiring." Daiyu wonders if the reason her grandmother stares so softly at her face is because she looks far too much like her daughter.
"Eat up, child. You'll need strength to make it through the day." Her grandfather pipes in as Daiyu gingerly stirs the soup with her spoon.
The teen raises a confused brow, and upon the look on her face, the man elaborates.
"Didn't Seyeon-ah tell you? He has an audition today with a friend. I thought he'd take you along, to calm his nerves and whatnot." The old man shrugs.
"Oh, that!" Daiyu snaps her fingers in remembrance. It had been one of the first things Seyeon had told her about when they first met. "I totally forgot it was today, Of course I'm going."
"That's good. Seyeon is awfully shy when it comes to these things. It's good you're here to give him strength, Daiyu-yah." The elderly woman hums.
A small smile eases on Daiyu's face, until it grows so wide the apples of her cheeks ache.
As quickly as she could, Daiyu finishes her food, thanking the two elders before heading to wake her half-brother so he could prepare.
Upon walking into the room, the teen smiles softly at the sight of a curled-up Seyeon, his hands wrapped around a spare decorative pillow. Daiyu shakes his shoulder slightly, and leans down to whisper her good mornings.
"Hey, wake up. It's audition day, remember?"
The boy cracks open one eye groggily, blinking the light away from his face. Incoherent mumbles leave his lips as he tosses to the other side of the bed.
It takes a few more seconds for the realization to sink in, and soon Seyeon is scrambling out of his bedsheets and searching for his clothes.
