You feel the bed shift under you, followed by a faint creaking noise. As your eyelids flutter open slowly, you see your lover, Seo-an getting out of bed. It was late— about 3:50 in the morning. As much as you hated to say, this was an often occurrence.

“You should go back to sleep. I just need some water.” Seo-an’s tired, monotonous voice murmured from the darkness as you sat up. He sighed heavily, rubbing under his right eye as he headed for the door.