"I can't sleep."

"Me too."

"You.. You're up?" 

"Yes."

"Oh."

I cover my eyes with my cold hand. 
"Soon, I'm pretty much gonna die without sleep right?" 

"You're right, but I'll help." 

"I always have to take those sleeping pills. Now it's like I can just easily swallow 10 at a time. I'll be famous for that." I mumble.

He climbs down from the bunk bed's creaky ladder and sits on my bed. 
"I bet you're gonna be more famous for being the one person who always takes pictures of animals." Hangil says.

I laugh. 

I get up from my bed, ignoring him following me with his giant footsteps behind and to the kitchen. 
"What time is it now? My eyes are too tired to even look at the clock correctly." I groan, making myself a cup of water.

Hangil's eyes glance over our crimson coloured clock. "Um, it's 3:12 am." 
"And Sims and Cream aren't back yet," I grin, taking a sip of water.

"I'm a bit worried." Hangil said, now sitted down on our antique brown chair. "They would come back earlier than this."

"Maybe they wouldn't come back at all." I sigh.

Hangil cringed. "Don't make me overworry." 

"I won't," I say, taking packets of sleeping pills out from the fridge. "Look at this." I put them all on the table. "I have to eat all of them until I can't take it anymore and pass out."

"Why?"

"I don't know why.." I run my hand through my hair. "I guess I just need to." 

"You don't need them y'know." He raises an eyebrow.

I fake a cough. "Yes I do. I need them."

"More than me?" He fakes a smile, from the looks of it.

"Err. Yes." I grimace.

He heaves a big sigh of disappointment. 

I take the pills, and once almost choked on them.

"Woah, you're taking them too fast." He says.

"I'm older than you." I respond wearily. 

Hangil laughs. "Hah, really.."

"Well, let's go. Let's go back to sleep now." 

"If you say so then." He whispered.

We went back to the bedroom and I climbed up the screeching ladder up to Hangil's bed.

"What are you doing?" He questioned.

I relax for a while. "Nothing. Just about to sleep. Come sleep with me."

Hangil follows me up and lays down beside me. He puts his arms up.

"Would you mind if I did smoke now?" 

"No."

He lights up a cigarette.

I sigh. I sigh, I sigh, I sigh.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" Hangil yaks, the cigarette in his mouth.

I shake my head, and then try to sleep, forcing my eyes to close.

"Good night." He mutters, leaving a gentle peck on my forehead.

"Good night." I whisper back.

The rest of the late night consisted of Hangil snoring and us dreaming of the stars and flowers together.