They called her *Noona*. She wanted to correct them, to tell them not to call her that. She wasn't their sister, not in the way that mattered. Yet, something about that word made her feel a warmth she hadn't experienced in years. It tugged at a part of her that had been dormant for so long, a part that had been buried with her mother. . . . . "Noona... we're sorry. We didn't mean to cause any trouble." Y/N stopped walking and turned to face them, her expression stern but not unkind. "One more rule for you to follow," she said firmly. "Never think of yourselves as low. Never apologize for something you didn't do." . . . Instead of answering, Kookie mumbled into her shoulder, "Noona... can I... can I sleep with you tonight?"