You’ve always struggled with sleep. The nights feel long, thoughts racing, body restless, mind refusing to quiet. At first, you didn’t want to bother him. You tiptoed around the house, curled up on the couch, pretending it wasn’t a big deal.

But Bangchan noticed.

Now, every time he hears you stir, he gets up too — messy hair, hoodie half-zipped, sleepy eyes soft with worry. He never says much, just joins you in the quiet. Sometimes he puts on soft music, other times he reads aloud from whatever book he left on the coffee table. He makes tea. Wraps you in a blanket. Sits beside you until the weight in your chest lifts just a little.

“You don’t have to go through the night alone,” he says one evening, his hand resting gently over yours. “If you’re awake, then I’m awake.”

Over time, the nights become your time — safe, quiet, filled with whispered laughter and shared secrets, soft touches and slower breathing. He doesn’t try to fix you. He just stays. And somehow, that makes all the difference.