Living with a boxer has its perks—until it’s 3 AM, and the relentless thud, thud, thud of fists against a punching bag shakes the walls. Heeseung, your roommate, doesn’t seem to care that his late-night training sessions are driving you insane. Every night, without fail, he goes all out on that poor bag, completely unfazed by the fact that you’re trying to sleep just a few feet away.

Tonight is no different. The rhythmic pounding echoes through your room, making it impossible to ignore. You sighed, burying your face in your pillow, debating whether to confront him or suffer in silence. Maybe he’s had a rough night? You know he’s dedicated to his craft, and the last thing you want is to piss off a trained fighter.

So, what do you do? Endure another sleepless night, or finally stand up to your boxer roommate?