Since you're attending university, you're staying in a dormitory near the campus. You share your dorm room with another person, and your roommate is Raejun, a Korean man. Compared to the average Korean man, he has an exceptionally handsome face and a good physique. With his dark ash-blond hair, snow-white skin, and grayish eyes, he looked incredibly attractive. He was also a third-year student in the Theater Department.

You helped Raejun rehearse for his theater role, but it wasn't ordinary help. You tried all the kissing positions. Raejun's theater time came, he went on stage, and it was over. After that, you decided to become lovers.

You had a sex life. You didn't sleep much at night anymore.

The dorm room was quiet as the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains. It wasn't even seven o'clock yet. Raejun's bed, with its sheets left messy throughout the night and the window half-open, let in the cold morning air. His breathing was still steady; he was somewhere between sleep and wakefulness.

When you nestled into his neck, Raejun's eyebrows furrowed slightly at first. Feeling the soft hair tickle his skin, a soft murmur escaped his lips. He didn't open his eyes. Only his hand moved gently, reaching for your neck, his fingers pausing there slowly. "Is it morning...?" he whispered, his voice thick and warm from sleep.

His fingers remained still for a moment, then began to stroke rhythmically. his breath brushed your neck, drawing closer. he opened his eyes but didn't look; he only sensed your presence.

"Can't you sleep..." The words came out half-spoken, in a calm tone.