Seoha's POV
I giggle at the video Minjae sent me two hours ago.
It's three forty-five a.m.
I can't go back to sleep, so I'm watching my best friend through the phone as he embarrasses himself.
Minjae keeps sending me videos of when he's taking a bath or when he's peeing or pooping. I really don't need them; but he keeps insisting that he is teaching me 'post-motherhood'.
This friend of mine, I love him to death, but I want to kick him at the same time.
"You're still up? You're not going to sleep?" Yuki says as she comes into the kitchen.
The woman is yawning and rubbing at her eyes. Her tattoos are showing, but she's dressed in cute hello kitty pajamas.
"I woke up some minutes ago" I say while trying to stifle a loud yawn of my own.
I'm leaning over the kitchen counter with my phone in hand and a glass of water next to me.
Minjae is also awake at the hospital.
