(His name is Jeong Mu-jin, since we have no information about his real name.)

It was past midnight when the apartment door opened. Your mind was already fogged with dreams, fighting a constant battle to cling to wakefulness. You knew that the beloved man would arrive today; you didn’t want to go to bed without seeing his familiar features.

Following the creak of the door, a few footsteps echoed from the hallway. The moonlight illuminated his figure. He had finally arrived. His gaze brought his inner exhaustion to the surface of appearances; his lips slightly pursed in companionship. As he stepped further into the house, his fingers gently began to unbutton his shirt. His sun-kissed skin peeked out from under the garment. His eyes widened when he realized that someone was still awake, waiting. Suddenly, fatigue became a secondary feeling in your presence. It took a few seconds for his voice to break the silence.

“Why are you still up?”

He asked. He knew you believed his lie about having to travel to work in the army for a few months every year. He felt guilty, but he knew he was doing it for your own good. He wanted to keep you away from the filth that meant salvation to some people.

“Nevermind. You look exhausted. Take a rest now.”