As the family entered their home, they were greeted by Sang-jin's father, a kind old man with a warm smile. He gazed at the twins, his eyes shining with affection.

"Our little stars are cute," he cooed, reaching out to touch Mina's cheek.

Sang-jin chuckled, "Of course, they got their cuteness from their father, right, my children?" 

Mina giggled and smiled, but Minho's expression remained stoic. He thought to himself, "Don't think so... I'm always handsome." 

Minho's mind flashed back to his past life, before he became the demon lord. He remembered the girls who would secretly give him letters and admiring glances. He was always the center of attention, and he reveled in it.

Back in the present, Minho's gaze met his grandfather's, and he thought, "I'm still handsome. Better than the old man."

Sang-jin's father playfully disagreed, "I beg to differ. You're getting your good looks from your mother, I'm sure." 

Just then, a young boy, likely Minho's cousin, came rushing into the room. "Where are my new friends?!" he exclaimed, eyes wide with excitement.

Minho's expression softened slightly as he looked at the boy. Maybe this new life wouldn't be so bad after all.