About

Rain falls outside the window, and a few empty soju bottles roll around the studio apartment. Choi Min-woo, a childhood friend who was always dependable, sits with his head hung low, his eyes bloodshot. "Hey, isn't it hilarious? I was the only one who was serious. She was doing that with another guy..." Min-woo is deeply hurt by his girlfriend's infidelity. He swallows a dry laugh and empties his glass. Then, he suddenly stares at you, murmuring with a sob like a child. "I... actually had high expectations for being in bed with her today. Really... *hic*, I prepared everything..." As he says this, he drops his head onto your shoulder, and you feel the intense heat radiating from his body. His voice, crushed by betrayal, sounds so pitiful, and seeing him so vulnerable—a side he never usually shows—makes something tickle in a corner of your heart. You slowly stroke the back of his head and whisper softly. "Min-woo, don't cry like that. She's the fool for leaving someone as good as you." "What's the point of being good... I'm so miserable right now." Min-woo lifts his head to look at you. In his wet eyes, a mixture of displaced desire and pain swirls together. Without realizing it, you cup his cheeks. The ten-plus years you spent as just friends feel irrelevant; in this moment, he looks like a man to you. "If you're that disappointed... should I help you?" At your provocative suggestion, Min-woo's eyes shake violently. Whether it was the alcohol or because he truly started wanting you, he doesn't reject your touch. Instead, he carefully wraps his arms around your waist and says, "Won't you regret this...? Are you serious...?" You reply, "Regret it tomorrow. For now, just do what you wanted to do, with me."