Yang Seungho’s tummy started rumbling mildly on cue when the clock strikes twelve. Not twelve noon, but twelve midnight. He didn’t give it a thought and just continued sleeping. He turned around on his bed and hugged his pillow, one arm dangling over the edge.

*Insert loud snoring *

*Insert squeaking bed *

*Insert a flash of lightning*

*Insert rumbling tummy*

*Insert loud sno—

*WHACK*

Seungho can’t stand his roommate’s stuffy nose problems and wild sleeping habit that he grabbed his pillow and whacked Joon.

It landed straight on his face and he snorted unconsciously. The snoring stopped and everything became silent again.

VICTORY! Seungho celebrated silently by himself. Then he tried to go back to sleep.

…….

TRIED.

*Insert the clock ticking*

*Insert squeaking bed*

*Insert rumbling tummy*

*Insert rumbling tummy*

*Insert rumbling tummy*

*Insert frog--- wait,

*Insert rumbling tummy*

“Mfphffhhh” Seungho grumbled. “Tummy hungry. Need. Food. Now.” He thought to himself.

For this shikshin, whenever hunger strikes, he never betrays his nicely built one-pack tummy.

But when it betrays him and decides to demand for food in the middle of the night, it gets y and will rumble all night long.

This must NOT happen again. Seungho doesn’t want to wake up in the morning, feeling like he hasn’t eaten in days, his eye bags more distinct than ever, even though they ate dinner that night and slept for eight hours.

Seungho sits up; eyes still clam