Menou stirred in his sleep when he heard his phone ringing. He slowly opened his amber eyes and blinked a few times to correct his blurry vision before reaching for his phone on his nightstand. 

“Baby?” Menou answered the phone in a groggy voice. 

As soon as you heard his voice, you started to feel guilty for waking him up. You knew he loved his sleep, but you needed him more than ever right now. 

“M-Menou, sorry for w-waking you, but I–” You began in a soft yet strained voice, but before you could finish, Menou interrupted.

“Give me a few minutes. I will be right there.” Your boyfriend jumped out of bed, threw on a light jacket, and hurried out the front door. 

As soon as Menou heard your voice, he knew why you called. ‘Hang in there, baby.’

When he reached your apartment, he took out his spare key and let himself in. Menou stopped in his tracks briefly and watched you standing arched over the kitchen counter with your hand firmly pressed to your chest. Your breathing was ragged, and small beads of sweat formed on your forehead. 

“Baby?” Menou ran to your side and placed his hand on your back. While he waited for your answer, he gently rubbed circles on your back. 

“I can’t-” you gasped for air, “sleep.”

“Take deep breaths.” Menou leaned close to you and whispered, still stroking your back. He watched you inhaling and exhaling with a worried expression plastered to his usually stoic face. 

Once you had managed to stabilize your breathing, Menou pecked your temple. “Let’s get you to bed.” 

Your boyfriend scooped you in his arm, bridal style, and walked towards your bedroom. He set you on the mattress and pulled the blanket over you before taking off his jacket and getting into bed with you. 

Wordlessly, Menou stroked your cheek and peppered kisses on your pallid face. He shifted closer to you and firmly wrapped his arms around your exhausted body. Though he wasn’t a singer, he began to hum your favorite Team P song. 

Menou’s warmth and voice began to drown out the noises in your head–the same noises that told you nothing would be okay, everything was out to get you, and you couldn’t do anything right. 

In no time, your eyelid felt heavy, and sleep began to consume you. Menou studied your peaceful face as a smile formed on his lips. As he closed his eyes, the actor softly mumbled, “Sleep well, my love.”