The sun had set and it was now evening. Sungyeol and Myungsoo had both run out of energy and things to do. They sat in the living room and waited.
      “I’m hungry,” whined Myungsoo.
      “You’ve said that about fifty times today,” Sungyeol pointed out. Myungsoo’s stomach growled and he sat back against the wall. Sungyeol laid down on the floor and rested his head on Myungsoo’s lap. “Let’s make something to eat.”
      “There’s nothing,” mumbled Myungsoo as he picked a piece of fluff out of Sungyeol’s hair.
      “There’s ramyeon,” suggested Sungyeol. He didn’t even have to look up to notice Myungsoo’s disapproving expression. “Come on, it’s better than nothing.”
     “I guess so,” sighed Myungsoo. “But you have to get up.”
     “On second thought, your lap’s comfy,” said Sungyeol. The thought of getting up made him feel lazy.
      “Sungyeol, up.”