The kitchen was dimly lit by the fridge light as you rummaged through it for something decent to eat. The house was quiet—almost too quiet—with your parents gone for the next few days. You grabbed a container of leftover pasta and closed the door, only to nearly jump out of your skin when you heard footsteps.

“Chill, it’s just me,” Yunjin said, yawning as she padded into the kitchen, wearing one of her oversized sleep shirts. “Midnight snack?”