𓈒𓏸 siwan's residence ༄.°

@✧˚ i. siwan "I'll do my best!" This was a smile that genuine from the bottom of her heart, especially when it came towards the boys, and she gestured for them to take a seat again. Sihoo and Siwoo, being 5 years old, of course they'd play and joke around with the piano keys, but Tzuyu knew how to handle them properly, plus, she needed to show Siwan who was still hanging around them that she was capable of doing so. "Now now, listen," she claps her hands just loud enough for the two kids to pay attention, explaining in a way a five year old child was able to understand. "You shouldn't play with the piano keys like that, you know. Imagine if the piano happened to be your favourite toy, then your friend goes around playing with it in a way that you don't like it. You'd be angry and sad, won't you? The same goes for the piano as well, you know it is able to make beautiful music, so we have to treat it well and learn it so that you can play beautiful music, just like your Mommy and Daddy. They play good music, right?" Her voice was soft yet firm, urging the boys to follow the way she played the notes. "Now, let's start with something simple, just follow me, and you'll get the hang of it. Let's go go~"

Immersing herself in the lesson and the conversation with the two boys, time flew by rather quickly, and she only broke out of the conversation when Yeoreum called for them over to the dining table, an apologetic laugh escaping her lips as she walked over. "I'm so sorry... I was too focused until the time just flew by like that. You didn't have to treat me to lunch though..." Yeoreum simply gave a playful glare before bringing out a big pot of doenjang jjigae, the aromatic smell of the stew immediately filling up the room. "Woah, that looks so good though..." she couldn't hide her honest opinion, before going over to the lady and helping her set up the table, as much as Yeoreum insisted not to. "It's the least I could do!"

@✧˚ c. tzuyu Siwan's eyes narrowed slightly, though, for normal people, they wouldn't know the difference as he bowed back to the piano teacher who was almost as tall as he was, but seeing how his boys were excited to have the lesson, Siwan couldn't really object his wife's request to let a stranger inside their house. "Nice to meet you too, Ms. Chou. I hope my sons won't give you any trouble, they could be a bit too...excited at times." Despite saying that, his eyes grew softer as he glanced at Sihoo and Siwoo who were now punching any keys on the piano, creating a rather annoying melody to anyone who listened. He shifted his attention back to the piano teacher when she apologized, shaking his head a little. "It's okay. And you should expect it's going to be a usual thing when you come over to teach the kids. Yeoreum won't take no for an answer when she offers you something. She can be quite persistent." Siwan smiled a little, after all, he still needed to play a nice host role so Yeoreum wouldn't scold him later. "I need to finish my work, please excuse me. And boys." He called out to the twins who stopped what they were doing to give him full attention. "Don't give Ms. Chou a lot of trouble and listen to what she said okay?" The boys responded with "Yes Daddy!" before resuming playing around with the piano. He gave a curt nod to Tzuyu, still not completely trusting her being in his private space. "I'll leave the boys in your care, Ms. Chou."

@✧˚ i. siwan Oh, Tzuyu could tell when Siwan was getting closer to her, yet her fingers never faltered while playing the piece, only stopping when his wife spoke to him. Turning around, she came face to face with Siwan for the first time, only having seen him from a distance back in Seoul, where she was then assigned with her current task. His features and expression were soft, especially when talking to his wife, yet wary when shifted to Tzuyu, and that was one point she needed to take note. She was a stranger here, after all, but for now. Standing up, she moved closer to Siwan before greeting him in a bow, introducing herself politely after the couple were doing talking to each other. "You must be Mr. Im! My name is Chou Tzuyu, and I'm the piano teacher hired by Mrs. Im! It's nice to meet you, and I'll be in your care!"

"You'll stay for lunch too right, Miss Chou? You can't say no!" Yeoreum gave a wide smile, waving off the formalities before pecking her husband on the lips, then heading off to the kitchen to prepare the menu specially requested by her husband. Tzuyu couldn't even deny her request, barely managing to raise up a hand in rejection before the wife went way. Turning back towards Siwan, she apologised with a sheepish smile. "Sorry... I shouldn't be imposing on your family time..."

@✧˚ c. tzuyu The sound of piano made Im Siwan look up from the paperwork he'd been working on; while it could be Yeoreum who played it, the melody was foreign to his ears; he had never listened to his wife playing these pieces before. Curiously, he made his way out of the home office room only to see a stranger sitting on the piano seat with his sons. Alerted, Siwan took cautious steps toward the piano when his wife wrapped her hands on his arm, stopping him completely. Puzzled, he turned his head to look at her with a questioning look, silently asking who that stranger was. "Silly, did you forget that I hired a piano teacher for the boys? She's the teacher." Yeoreum chuckled as she rested her head on Siwan's shoulder. Siwan could only nod after his wife explained, though, for some unknown reason, there was something about the piano teacher that felt...off for him, but he couldn't point out what. All he knew was that he needed to keep an eye on this woman. "I should get lunch ready for all of us. Don't do anything stupid like interrogating her, okay hubby?" Yeoreum chided, knowing that her husband tended to interrogate new people around their family. Siwan just chuckled while nodding, kissing his wife on the lips briefly. "I'll try not to. And I want your doenjang jjigae, please? It's been a while since you made it." This soft side of Im Siwan was something that he never showed outside his house, but his father said that Siwan was turning soft, and it was a weakness. As the heir to the Im business, he wasn't allowed to care more about anything else, but their business, and Siwan was actively against it as he believed that family would make him strong, that was causing a dispute between him and his father, and it's was just a matter of time before his father did something to disturb his family, and Im Siwan would do everything and anything in his power to stop him.

@✧˚ i. siwan Waiting with a deep bated breath, the door was opened by the mistress of the house, Im Siwan's wife. She was beautiful, and Tzuyu felt lingering sadness hovering over herself. She could envision the future of said woman if everything goes according to plan, and it wasn't going to be a great one. But Tzuyu was a professional, she had loyalty, and she needed to see her assignment through, one that would probably take months, even years, to finish. Bowing formally, she introduced herself as the piano teacher, hired by the wife herself, and her eyes observed every part of the apartment that she stepped into, taking in the information and making a mental note as to where everything were to be. And the two kids, of course, looking bright-eyed and curious at her, to which she gave a soft smile to. As much as she were a professional hitman, she had some slight morals to herself, which was to never touch children at all, and the adoration she had for them was genuine, leading them to the grand piano in the corner of the room, greeting them with a bright smile and soft voice. "You two must be Sihoo and Siwoo~ I'm Miss Chou, your piano teacher. I'll teach you to the best that I can, and you'll be liking the instrument in no time, if you haven't! Come, take a seat beside me, both of you. I'll go slowly, alright?" Pulling out the simplest of pieces, she places the sheet on the stand, guiding each child slowly.