Midterms were looming like a bad horror sequel, and the dorm had officially turned into a caffeine-fueled battlefield. You could smell panic in the air — mixed with instant coffee, despair, and the faint scent of burnt toast from someone's failed midnight snack attempt.
Jin-woo, naturally, had other plans.
He burst into Yuna's room wearing a cape made from a bed sheet (because every hero needs a cape) and brandishing a bag of chips like a trophy.
"Fear not, fellow scholars! I, Chef Jin, declare a study group!"
Yuna blinked up from her mountain of textbooks. "You look like you're auditioning for a low-budget superhero movie."
"Details, details," Jin-woo waved dismissively. "But seriously, studying alone is a one-way ticket to Nap City. We need snacks, camaraderie, and a little bit of chaos to survive!"
Yuna sighed, closing her book. "Fine. But no more fire alarms, okay?"
Recruiting was easy. Flyers appeared overnight:
"FREE FOOD + STUDY TIME = WIN! Join Jin-woo's Study Group! Snacks Provided!"
The next day, the common lounge filled with hopeful students, mostly motivated by the word free.
Jin-woo stood at the front wearing an apron that read "Snack Boss" and wielding a plastic pointer.
"Welcome! First rule: If you answer a question correctly, you get a cookie. Wrong answers get… more studying!"
Someone in the back shouted, "What about those of us who guess all answers?"
Jin-woo grinned. "Then you get extra studying. And maybe a participation cookie, because you tried."
The study materials were quickly overwhelmed by the snack frenzy.
Cookies vanished in seconds, chips crunched loudly, and the occasional crumb explosion made the whiteboard look like a modern art masterpiece.
At one point, Jin-woo tried to explain a calculus problem but got distracted by a bag of spicy ramen.
"So, if X equals… wait, hold on, do you think these noodles would taste better with cheese or chocolate?"
Yuna gave him a pointed look. "Jin-woo."
"Right, right. Math!" Jin-woo waved his hands dramatically. "So, the integral of something is something else, and then—Wait! Who stole my soda?"
A freshman sheepishly raised a hand, soda dripping from his chin.
"Guilty," he admitted.
Jin-woo narrowed his eyes. "You will pay for this with extra flashcards."
Meanwhile, chaos continued to escalate.
A student tried to sneak a nap behind a pile of textbooks, only to be woken by Jin-woo loudly announcing, "Study break is over! Time for the quiz gauntlet!"
The "quiz gauntlet" involved rapid-fire questions while students attempted to catch cookies tossed at them like dodgeballs.
Yuna tried to keep order, but even she couldn't stop laughing when Jin-woo accidentally flung a cookie into a ceiling fan, sending crumbs flying like confetti.
"Congratulations, everyone," Jin-woo declared. "You've officially survived Snackpocalypse."
By the end of the session, surprisingly, a lot of studying had actually happened.
Yuna shook her head, smiling. "You might be a terrible tutor, but you're an excellent morale booster."
Jin-woo bowed dramatically. "I'll take that as a compliment."
That night, Jin-woo texted Yuna:
"Next time: Study group with pizza and actual answers? Also, maybe no more flying cookies."
She replied:
"Deal. But only if you promise no soda ramen experiments or capes."
Jin-woo sighed. "No promises."