Somi groaned as she dragged her out of her bed, sick of hearing her stomach grumble continuously for the past five minutes.

Rubbing her tired eyes, the red numbers on her electronic clock gained her attention.

12.03

Ugh. Why is her stomach so weird? Can't it just let her fall asleep and sleep through the hunger?

Another grumble.

Guess not.

Somi fumbled her way to the fridge, legs turning into jelly once she stepped out of her bed. She weakly tugged the door open, hoping to see edible food.

Well, guess her luck had ran out.

The fridge was empty.

“Noooooo!!!!” Somi shouted and flopped on the floor dramatically, wallowing in self pity.

After a few seconds, Somi lifted her head and stared at the open fridge, wanting for something, anything, to appear.

One tick.

Two ticks.

Three ticks.

“Not happening Som.” Somi sighed to herself before lying back down on the floor.

//

Somi stayed on her floor for a whole minute, thinking of what to do. There was absolutely no way she could fall asleep with that roaring stomach, her stomach growled again as confirmation. And there was no way she was about to walk twenty minutes to the closest 24hour open store, which was probably mcdonalds, and Somi wasn’t one to eat fried food at night. Her legs which were equivalent to jelly could not sustain walking so far either.

Suddenly, an idea struck Somi.

Does she dare?

Just as both sides of her inner thoughts came out, wanting to debate whether she should follow the plan or she shouldn't, her stomach growled loudly.

“Guess I don't have a choice.”

And with that statement, all her thoughts on retaliation poofed away and Somi picked herself up from the floor and walked to her door, slipping on some random slippers and walking to the house opposite and knocking on the door, not caring about her look.

Five seconds passed and no response.

Somi bit her lip, not knowing if the girl was already asleep. She wasn't even very close to the girl. All she knew was the girl’s name. Sejeong, if she’s not wrong.

It was midnight for God’s sake! Most people should be sleeping already! And she should be one of those normal people, but she wasn't. Thanks to her starving stomach who demanded immediate attention from her and seem to be digesting itself.

A few more seconds passed and Somi was really contemplating if she should just leave. Come to think of it, what should she say when Sejeong opens the door? Assuming she actually does open the door.

Just as Somi took a step back, the door flung open, revealing a really sweaty Sejeong, in a tank top and exercise shorts.

“Hey.” Sejeong huffed, placing a hand on her waist and running her fingers through her hair, still breathing heavily and Somi deduced that she was probably trying to catch her breath from the exercise she just did — judging from her outfit and not to mention how sweaty she was.

Somi’s heart almost stopped.

It was one thing that she didn't know what to say, but it was another thing to look at Sejeong in this state.

Sejeong was hot.

Sejeong furrowed her eyebrows, not understanding why Somi was acting like this.

“Hey are you okay Somi?” Sejeong asked