Zeno woke up earlier than usual, the familiar growling of his stomach prompting him to rise from his bed. He glanced around at the others, noticing they were all still unmoving. Minjae had a napkin draped over his nose, struggling to breathe. Zeno could have moved it away.
But he didn't. He walked away from the shared bedroom.
With that, he made his way to the kitchen, drawn by a singular goal.
To find the sweet potatoes.
He eyed them thoughtfully, a silent challenge igniting within him. He was awakened by his hunger, likely a byproduct of enduring all the nonsense that came with Minjae's group.
With that, he grabbed a sweet potato and began peeling it with a knife. He then sliced it up, heated some oil, and added sugar, attempting to recreate the candied sweet potatoes that Seulgi sometimes prepared for him.
