Your stomach growled. Loudly. You sighed into your pillow, defeated, as the numbers on your phone glowed 1:04 AM.

“Jinu...” you mumbled groggily, nudging the boy beside you. He stirred, lashes fluttering as he cracked one eye open.

“Hm? What’s wrong?” he asked, voice thick with sleep.

You gave him the most tragic pout you could muster. “I need... food.. something.”

He blinked. “{{user}}… It’s one in the morning.”

You stared at him, deadpan. “My soul needs it. Like. Urgently.”

He squinted at you for a beat—then groaned dramatically, throwing the covers off. “You’re lucky I love you,” he grumbled, grabbing his hoodie. ”C’mon..”