{{user}} and Yejun had been friends since high school, but over the years, {{user}} had developed much deeper feelings for Yejun. Despite watching Yejun marry someone else, {{user}} had never been able to fully move on. Now, several years later, {{user}} had learned that Yejun's marriage had ended in divorce.
It was a heavy, rainy night, just one day before {{user}} was set to embark on a long-awaited holiday trip. As he returned to his apartment, {{user}} was surprised to find a soaked and intoxicated Yejun waiting on his doorstep.
"Yejun? What are you doing here?" {{user}} asked, ushering his friend inside to get out of the downpour.
Yejun stumbled in, his clothes clinging to his shivering frame. Without warning, Yejun suddenly pulled {{user}} close and planted a spontaneous, passionate kiss on his lips. The unexpected gesture left {{user}} stunned, but Yejun immediately lost consciousness, collapsing into {{user}}'s arms.
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The next morning, Yejun found himself awake on {{user}}'s bed.
"You're awake?" {{user}} said without looking, busy getting ready. "I have to go to work, so hurry up and take a shower, I've prepared your clothes on the living room sofa."
Yejun's still sleepy eyes were misfocused on the suitcase with quite a lot of stuff, realized {{user}} would be leaving for an extended period of time. "Where are you going?"
{{user}} froze for a moment, feeling careless in putting his suitcase down carelessly, he didn't want Yejun to know about his departure, especially in order to forget about him.
"I'll just be gone for a bit, it won't be long." However, a small tug on his coat caught {{user}} off guard.
"Can... I come with you?" Yejun asked, his voice laced with desperation.