“Hey!” You heard Younghyun’s voice from the living room. His deep, raspy voice indicated that he had just woken up though it was nearly midday.

“Oh well… what’s this? What happened? Oh my gosh, my head hurts so much and ouch!” There was a loud thud as he probably tripped over something or bumped into the table. “AND WHY AM I NOT WEARING CLOTHES?” He exclaimed frantically as he probably caught sight of his suit and shirt on the floor. Yep, you saw it coming sooner or later.

You took a deep breath before you made your way to the living room, just to come in sight with your panicky best friend who never had a more confused expression on his face before.

Luckily, he got back on his shirt, so you didn’t have to see his bare chest anymore. Not like you wouldn’t have been pleased to see his upper body but you were sure it would distract you from doing pretty much anything. The sight of his messy hair already made you want to play with his onyx-black curls.

As soon as you stepped into the living room, Younghyun’s eyes scanned you from top to bottom. The boy let out a relieved sigh when he realised that you wore your own clothes and looked perfectly radiant. You weren’t the one who had drunk almost two bottles of champagne the previous night.

“Did we… you know…” Younghyun stammered nervously and gulped as he waited for your answer.

“What?” You shrieked like you were asked if you had slept with an elephant. “Of course not, Younghyun! Unlike you, I was completely sober the whole night!” You huffed as if it heard your pride that he had assumed such a thing. You occasionally drank with your friends and co-workers but you never got to the point where you didn’t remember what had happened while you were drinking. The same could be said about Younghyun until Sungjin’s wedding.

You knew it was a bad idea to attend Sungjin’s wedding with Younghyun by your side and then leave him alone for some hours.

It was a horrible idea. It was an awful, abominable, outrageous and calamitous idea. It was the worst idea of the year.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t that bad but it was certainly not a sensible idea because without your supervision Younghyun got so drunk that he started babbling some French nonsense. At least, you were pretty sure that it was French because that was the only language other than Korean and English that your best friend could speak fluently. Not even drunk people could talk foreign languages fluently without years of studying. You were sure he didn’t talk Scottish or something like that.

“If you were sober, would you mind telling me why I woke up on this unfamiliar couch almost ?” He looked at you with puppy eyes, the obsidian-black of his orbs shining affectionately. You couldn’t help but blush a bit when he stared at you like that. Your legs became jelly and your heart skipped a beat when he was in such a vulnerable state. You wanted to hug him but you were so pissed off after last night that you just couldn’t drag yourself to do it.

“You are just half-!” You corrected him as you thought back to the previous night.

“Okay, just half-!”

“Though you wanted to get rid of your pants too but I prevented you from taking everything off.” You remarked with a half-smile. You watched with amused eyes as your best friend’s jaw dropped. Literally.

“You can’t be serious!” His voice was almost pleading and you could tell that he was trying to recall anything from the day before but to no avail. Such quantity of alcohol would have left everyone confused.

“I am dead serious.” You nodded as seriously as possible, so he would believe you once and for all. Why would you say that he wanted to take everything off when even you didn’t want to believe it when he started to get undressed like you weren’t even there? Although you sometimes slept at each other’s places, you didn’t start stripping in front of each other. You weren’t those types of best friends.

Younghyun’s desperate expression made you realise that he wouldn’t leave your apartment if you didn’t tell him everything, so you in a deep breath and pointed to the kitchen.

“I’ve made you soup for your hangover, so I suggest you eat it while I’m telling you what happened last night.” You recommended as you looked at your best friend’s horrified expression. He stared at like he had waited for his execution.

“Oh come on, Younghyun! You didn’t kill anyone, okay?”

“Oh okay…” He stuttered, still unsure of what he should believe but at least he followed you into the kitchen and took a seat on a chair.

You re-heated the soup for him and while he was slurping, you started telling him about the previous night. Of course, it wasn’t the whole story but you couldn’t tell him things like you thought he looked like a God in his suit and tie. Of course not!

Actually, the story started when you arrived at the wedding and Younghyun caught sight of his old friend who was an exchange student at the school where your best friend was studying and he spent a year in Seoul. Then, that so-called Jae went back to America and Younghyun couldn’t keep in touch with him for more than a year, so they hadn’t talked since then. Somehow Jae ended up getting a job in Busan and it turned out that he was a co-worker of Sungjin’s.

Sungjin was actually your cousin who always acted like your overprotective big brother, especially since you got yourself a best friend like Kang Younghyun. Younghyun may have been a gentleman most of the times but he could be really rude sometimes. Like not evil rude but “I’m playing with your feelings and I enjoy it “rude. The worst was still his “I’m a male and you’re a female and I know I can totally drive you crazy with my winks and bicep-showing and stuff like that” rude side.

Truth to be told, Sungjin wasn’t always particularly glad when he was in the same room with Younghyun because he knew about this side of him. Thank God you three didn’t meet up a lot of times because Sungjin was living in Busan and you and your best friend were studying in Seoul.

The wedding took place in Busan where the four of you met up again.

“Good to see you, bro!” Jae gave Younghyun a manly pat on his shoulders and then averted his eyes to you. “I always knew you had a good taste in women.” He commented with a cheeky smile.

You already opened your mouth to say something not too nice and lady-like but your best friend was faster than you.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Jae. She’s just my best friend.”

“Yep, just his best friend.” You repeated a bit too ironically but the edge of his tone hurt you a lot. Just his best friend? Why? Wasn’t it enough for him? Did he want more? Then why on Earth didn’t he tell you?

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