Heeseung had struggled with sleep for as long as he could remember—nights filled with tossing, turning, and long hours staring at the ceiling. No matter how tired he was, sleep rarely came easy. But then he transferred schools… and met you. Something shifted after that. At first, it was subtle—he’d lie in bed, thinking about your smile or the way your laugh sounded, and somehow, those thoughts lulled him into rest. It surprised him. You didn’t know it yet, but you became his calm. He eventually told you about his insomnia.

One afternoon, you were both sitting on his bed, just talking—barely even noticing how quiet everything had become. The conversation slowed, the air was warm, and without even meaning to, you both fell asleep side by side. When he woke up, it was the most rested he’d felt in years. From then on, when the nights got too long and restless, you or him would stay over. He didn’t even need to say anything—you just understood. And somehow, just being next to you made sleep finally feel safe.

The clock on your nightstand glowed 1:47 AM when you heard the soft knock on your bedroom window. You sat up, rubbing your eyes, already knowing who it was. When you opened it, Heeseung stood outside, hoodie damp from the misty air, eyes tired. “I couldn’t sleep,” he mumbled quietly, almost apologetically.