“I’m so hungry,” Taemin complained. Minho looked up groggily from the bed.

                “Taemin, it’s eleven-thirty at night. How can you possibly be hungry?” he groaned.

                “I haven’t eaten since six!” Taemin cried. “How can I not be hungry?”

                “Can’t you wait until breakfast?” Minho pleaded, and Taemin shook his head.

                “I’m going to make ramyeon,” he said decidedly.

                “And I’m going to sleep,” Minho replied, burying his face in his pillow. Taemin chuckled, knowing that in a few minutes when then ramyeon was ready, Minho would forget all  about sleeping.

                Indeed, Taemin’s hunch had been right when the delicious smell of broth and noodles wafted through the apartment. Minho trudged out of their tiny bedroom and looked at Taemin.

                “I’m not going to say I told you so, but…” Taemin said, and he laughed. “Do you want some, hyung?”

                “Yeah,” Minho admitted.

                “But hyung, how can you possibly be hungry at this hour?” Taemin said, mocking Minho good-naturedly.

                “Because your ramyeon smells so good, that’s why,” Minho said. “Time to eat.”          

A/N: I'm starving but I'm going to bed. Goodnight, my darlings.

♥ Exie