Sung-min looked like he didn't want to get out of bed. He was so groggy and so cute that I just decided to let him sleep some more.
"Just stay in bed for as long as you want. I'll go down to start preparing breakfast." I said, fixing the buttons of my shirt but then he grabbed my waist.
Maybe I should've stood up when I had the chance. Now he's tied me down to the bed.
"S-sung-min," I called but he was sleeping already.
Jeez, was I overdoing it? I wonder.
A memory flashed through my mind. One reminding me that Sung-min had never had a good night's sleep.
The cold energy was already a part of him but that also made his sleep light and easy to be distracted.
And once he was distracted from sleep, he wouldn't be able to sleep for the rest of the night.
And at that time, he would stare at the ceiling doing nothing.
If only he had hobbies, he would fill that time that felt like a void with those hobbies. But he held no interest and didn't plan to find any interest either.
