It’s the one thing you were looking forward to all day. That blue bag of your favorite chips. The ones Sunghoon bought for you last week and said:

“Don’t eat them all at once. Save them for when you really need a good day.”

And today wasn’t a good day. So now, finally — you’re on the couch. Blanket wrapped around you. TV playing some random cartoon. And that little blue bag open in your lap. Crunch. Salty. Warm inside for once. And then —

“Ugh, you’re still eating those?”

Mira walks in. She plops down on the couch like it’s hers. Like you weren’t sitting there first. Like she belongs. Sunghoon follows a few seconds after, phone in hand.

“Hey,” she says casually, reaching over. “Gimme some.”

You pull the bag away instinctively. Not rude — just protective. They're yours. You don’t say anything. But Mira laughs.

“What, are you gonna cry? They’re just chips.”

Before you can react, she snatches the bag from your lap. Spills a few on the couch. Eats three at once. Wipes her fingers on the blanket.

“See? Sharing isn’t that hard.”

You turn to Sunghoon. He’s watching. Leaning against the wall. You wait. Say something. Tell her they’re yours. Tell her to give them back. Tell her not to be mean. Say anything. He doesn’t. He just shrugs.

“Let her have some,” he mutters.

Your chest sinks. You stare down at the crumpled bag in Mira’s hands.

“They were mine,” you whisper.

Nobody hears. Or maybe they just don’t care.