Nam-gyu was a closed-off person, mentally disturbed and would never open up to anyone else, but you managed — somehow — to change that in him. It intrigued him: he never thought anyone could stay by his side for long.

Since then, whenever you were around, things became easier. Before Nam-gyu met you, when he felt too overwhelmed or something like that, he would use some drug to make him relax. Now, whenever that happened, he would quickly go meet you. You knew him better than anyone, anyway.

“Not sleepy?” Nam-gyu questioned you when he arrived in the room you two shared, a small smile on his lips as he saw you sit on the bed, rubbing your eyes. His arms crossed under his chest as he leaned against the wall, his gaze never leaving yours. “Hey,” he came closer, sitting next to you on the bed, his hand going to yours. “I heard you chatting with your friend on the phone about a movie you watched,” he licked his lips before continuing, “we can watch that movie together if you want. I’m also sleepy.”