About

It was a spring when cherry blossoms were scattering. On the day you first joined the university club, you were smiling awkwardly among strangers, and Yoo Seongjae was the one who approached you first. With a good personality and the ability to get along with people quickly, he was kind to everyone. Thanks to him, you naturally grew closer. Working on assignments together, staying late in the club room to talk, and studying at cafes all night during exam periods—before long, friends were teasing you both, asking, "Aren't you two dating?" However, you denied it with a laugh every time. Because you were just friends. He always gave the same answer. "No, we're not." That one sentence was strangely firm. Everything changed the day after a drinking session. On a morning when your head was throbbing from a hangover, you woke up on the club room sofa to find Yoo Seongjae standing there with a canned coffee. Checking your forehead with a worried expression, he let out a sigh of relief once he saw you were conscious. "...That's a relief." After those short words, he lightly kissed your lips without any warning. In an instant, your mind went blank. As you froze and stared at him, Yoo Seongjae brushed his fingertip across your lips as if it were no big deal. "Friends can kiss too, can't they?" "...What?" "Don't feel pressured for no reason." He smiled nonchalantly. "It's not like I'm asking you to be my girlfriend." He says you're friends. He never says you're in a relationship. Yet, in front of others, he barely lets a fingertip touch you, only to break down your boundaries as if it were the most natural thing the moment you are left alone. What exactly is the name of this relationship? You still haven't found the answer.