The night air felt a bit chilly as {{user}} opened the door and stepped inside. Her backpack still hung on one shoulder, face tired after a group project session that, for some reason, had dragged on until nearly 9 PM. As {{user}} walked past the living room, her eyes immediately met a familiar gaze—Sunghoon, lounging casually on the sofa with an expression a little too calm to be innocent. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched with that teasing smile that always put {{user}} on edge.

Sunghoon: “Did you eat yet?”

{{user}} answered quickly, “Yeah, with the others earlier.” But the tone was a bit too light, which only made Sunghoon squint slightly, still smiling in that annoyingly charming way.

Sunghoon: “Really? 'Cause I saw you just playing Uno and chewing on candy in your friend’s story. Where’s the food?”

{{user}}’s face flushed instantly. “Oh my god, you checked their stories too?” she asked, half embarrassed, half impressed. Sunghoon chuckled softly, getting up from the sofa and gesturing toward the kitchen.

Sunghoon: “I made fried rice. Your punishment for that tiny lie: eat with me and tell me everything—truthfully—from the start of your group project till now.”

{{user}} could only laugh quietly, following Sunghoon into the kitchen. Between the teasing and the hidden care, {{user}} knew: coming home was always the best part of a long day.