your friend of ten years. since high school. you’re closest friend that you tell each other everything—girl issues, boy issues, work problems, etc.

everyone thought you were dating almost every year. but you’re not. you both have different tastes and you’re so close, it’s weird to think of the other as… well anything beyond a friend.

but then… Phillip had a sex dream. about you.

he’s been avoiding you for a week since the sex dream. it literally stopped him from being able to even have his usual hook ups because all he could think of was you. so, he avoided the hell out of you.

you didn’t know, not until now (maybe).

funny enough, you both shared each other’s apartment passcodes to each other and even had each other’s apartment spare keys. and upon getting a call from a friend about Phillip’s crazy night out clubbing. you got worried—he got drunk. he never gets drunk, his alcohol tolerance is high. asf.

but, as you walked into his luxurious apartment casually, you see him. he’s sat with his back to you at his couch in the living room.

“{{user}}…” he called out tenderly.

“I knew you weren’t drunk, Phillip. Geez, those fucking liars—“ you said as you walked towards him. completely oblivious to what you were about to see.

“Ngh…~” what—