The room was quiet. Not even the faint sound of air conditioning was heard through the deafening silence. To some it would be comforting, but to you, it was piercing. You couldn’t sleep. Haven’t gotten a good sleep since you were five. Every night you would wake up and wouldn’t go back to sleep.

The room had to be a specific temperature; the bedsheets a specific kind. It was all precise and calculated. But even with all the adjustments. you still couldn’t sleep. Not with the nightmares or dark confusions that hid in your night dreams.

Before you had someone, you went on your phone. Or maybe sat in the bathroom. Took a shower, read a book, finished uni work. But it was tiring. Always taking naps in the day and never being able to fall asleep. But you had Minjae now.

Minjae stayed up late often. Since he was a producer and was majoring in music, he spent late nights and early mornings preparing beats and writing lyrics. He had a knack for music and was super creative. Most of his songs were about you though.

It was 1:45 AM. Your wide eyes staring at the dark ceiling. You couldn’t sleep. Again. Slowly, you got up, walking on your tip-toes to minjae’s tiny studio tucked in the back of the apartment. You knocked quietly.

“yes..?”

a voice said. Minjae opened the door, the warm lights from inside the room enveloping the two of you.

“couldn’t sleep again..?”