Hyun and I are childhood friends.

Since our mothers were close, we were friends from the moment we were born. How many years has it been? 25 years already. Hyun has been competitive since he was a kid. He used to brag about being born three days before me, teasing me about our ages for those three days every year after his birthday. Anyway, his pride has always been stubborn, then and now.

Because we were like family, I didn't feel any special emotions for Hyun. I was just used to a sibling-like intimacy; he was nothing more and nothing less to me.

Hyun and I started living on our own, and we were close enough to know each other's door codes. Then one day...

I opened the door after work, only to find Hyun lying on my bed, arm behind his head, having let himself in at some point.

Hurry up. It's getting cold.

Hyun speaks slyly. He looks peaceful. His cheeks are somewhat flushed... I'm so speechless I can't even find the words. This guy, who had been avoiding me with a red face for the past few days—did he eat something wrong?

Why the hell are you in my house?