Chapter 2 - The Great Bunk Bed Battle

🎭 Character Design Snapshot

👦 Kang Jin-woo

Age: 19

Major: Economics (Minoring in Shenanigans)

Height: 175 cm (claims 178)

Hair: Messy black, as if styled with static electricity

Likes: Free food, vending machines, money

Dislikes: Spending money, spiders, effort

Catchphrase: "There's profit in panic."

👩 Seo Yuna (Noona)

Age: 22

Major: Psychology

Height: 167 cm

Hair: Long, chestnut brown, always smells like citrus shampoo

Vibe: Comfy big sister with dangerous teasing energy

Likes: Warm blankets, late-night dramas, iced coffee

Dislikes: Men who pretend to be cool, boys who use three-in-one shampoo

Catchphrase: "You're cute when you're panicking."

Jin-woo stood at the foot of the bunk bed like a man about to climb Mount Everest—with pride, anxiety, and exactly zero preparation.

"So," he said, arms crossed. "Let's talk territory. Lower bunk rights."

Yuna looked up from her book, blinking lazily. "We're talking about bed politics now?"

"This is not just a bed. This is a lifestyle zone. Feng Shui is stronger down low. Gravity is on your side. I'm 70% sure the upper bunk causes memory loss."

"Or maybe you hit your head too often."

Jin-woo frowned. "I'm willing to negotiate. I offer three coupons for kimchi stew at the cafeteria. Limited edition. Nearly expired."

Yuna tilted her head. "Tempting. But I like being closer to the floor. It feels… grounded."

"That's what I'm saying! I need to feel grounded. For academic purposes. Spiritual alignment, even."

Yuna blinked once, then pulled her blanket over her head. "Okay, hustle boy. You want the bottom bunk? Beat me in rock-paper-scissors."

"Deal."

They faced off dramatically, the tension thick. Jin-woo cracked his knuckles. "Rock... Paper... Scissors!"

Jin-woo: ✊Yuna: ✌️

"Victory!" he declared, pointing to the heavens.

"Best of three," she said calmly.

"…Fine."

Round two.Jin-woo: ✋Yuna: ✌️

"Noooo!"

"Last round," she said, suppressing a smirk.

He stared deep into her eyes, trying to read her soul.He went ✌️.She went ✊.

"Bottom bunk secured," she said, rolling back under the blanket like a sleepy queen.

Jin-woo stared at his hand in betrayal. "My fingers are traitors."

Later that night, Jin-woo lay in the upper bunk, sulking with dramatic sighs.

He muttered, "This bunk is structurally unstable. I'm going to fall in my sleep. Break my spine. I'll sue the school. Use the settlement to buy a lower bunk. Then I'll finally win."

From below: "You talk in your sleep, huh?"

Jin-woo rolled over. "I'm rehearsing my closing statement."

"Uh-huh."

They lay there in silence for a while, the only sound the humming of the dorm fridge.

"Hey, Noona," he called.

"Hm?"

"If I fall, will you catch me?"

Yuna yawned. "If you fall, I'll definitely take a picture first."

He smiled into his pillow. This is fine, he thought. Even if she won today… I'll win the war. Somehow. Eventually. Probably.

Then the top bunk creaked loudly, and he gripped the railing in fear.

"NOONA—!"

"Go to sleep, Jin-woo