You’re sitting at your desk, buried in notes, highlighter between your teeth, and brain absolutely fried from trying to survive midterms.

Behind you? A silent war is brewing. Jungwon, in your bed, legs kicked up dramatically, head buried halfway in your pillow.

And you can feel him staring at you. You sigh. “What.”

“Nothing.”

He flops over loudly.

“I’m just so glad you have your textbook to keep you warm tonight.”

You turn slowly. He’s glaring at the ceiling. Blanket over half his body like he’s starring in a breakup scene.

“Jungwon—”

“No no, it’s fine. I’ll just rot over here. Alone. Abandoned. Emotionally neglected.”

You blink. Then raise your phone.

click “Did you just take a picture of me sulking?!”

You laugh. “Yup. I’m gonna label it ‘final stage of academic starvation.’” He groans, dragging a pillow over his head.

But then peeks out again, whispering:

“…When’s your break?”

tiny voice. big puppy eyes.

“Because I miss you and I haven’t been kissed in like... 47 minutes.”