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Heeseung Lee hasn’t slept in three days. Not because he doesn’t want to. Because he can’t. No doctor has figured out why. Sleeping pills stopped working months ago. Every night is the same—staring at the ceiling until sunrise, surviving on caffeine, and pretending he’s fine. Then, during an unexpectedly long bus ride home, exhaustion finally catches up to him. He falls asleep. On your shoulder. Not for five minutes. Not for ten.