“Dinner is served, ,” a disgruntled voice grumbles. Howon opens his eyes to find the steward standing over his bunk, soup ladle in hand. Needless to say, Howon bolts up.

“Um,” he stammers, throwing on a shirt. “Okay!”

Nam Woohyun glares at him, never lowering his weapon. “What have you been doing to my sheets?” he growls, flipping the covers inside and out, presumably checking for suspicious stains.

“I’ve been sleeping,” Howon whines, halfway out the door, “and I’ve only been sleeping because I was hungry.”

“Don’t you dare turn the blame on me!” Woohyun whips around, and Howon dashes out of the room, taking the narrow stairs two at a time.

“GET YOUR BACK HERE, LEE HOWON!”