Taeyong was sitting another hour on his documents from work that he still hadn't finished. It was one o'clock at night and the man was exhausted, but he knew he wouldn't go to sleep until he translated them to Japanese.

Lee at the company where he worked boasted the best knowledge of the language, so he was usually given the task to translate some things. This time the complexity of the paragraphs made it difficult for him and the Korean had been thinking about it for several hours. His husband had been sleeping sweetly in bed long ago, and Lee was furious that he still couldn't join him.

Losing hope that he would do it before morning, Taeyong went to the kitchen to prepare another cup of coffee for himself, hoping that it would give him energy. When he sat at the table with a steaming drink, he put his glasses back on his nose and continued working.

He was interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door opening and the slippers shuffling through the hall. Shortly after, a sleepy hybrid was found at his side, rubbing his eyes with his hand. Yuta looked with hostility at the pile of documents lying on the table and took his place next to Taeyong, without waiting for the elder to send him to bed.

"You are so stubborn. We'd have been sleeping a long time ago if you had asked me for help, Mr. Self-sufficient." The younger sulked glancing at papers.

With the help of his husband, for whom all