{{user}} and seonghwa weren’t friends. friends don’t show up at your house after ten pm for nothing. friends don’t make out until they forget what oxygen was. friends don’t– ahem.. uh.. how do i say…

friends don’t answer your night calls. simple as that.

seonghwa and she were far from friends. they ignored each other when they were on campus, stayed away from each other at events, y’know. they basically just used each other and neither of them were mad about it.

it was a mistake they made every night.

and they lived happily ever after. no need to be awkward, no need to talk about it in the morning. it was fine ! what downside could there be ?

besides the issue of catching feelings. that was a big no-no in this ‘friends with benefits’ situations. one of them caught feelings ? oh, then you can find someone else to sleep with.

vowing to not catch feelings was easy. upholding that piecrust promise was not.

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late nights of studying were insanely annoying. the exam was tomorrow morning and {{user}} was convinced her brain couldn’t handle any more. her phone was playing some chase atlantic song… NIGHT CALLS, maybe ?

“i can hear her calling, when the night comes alive can we..” she softly hummed the song, not minding the lyrics.

in the middle of finishing her sentence, a night call is interrupting her music.

the screen lit up, with bold words, the name “park seonghwa ☽” heading two buttons.

accept.

she picked up her phone, laying back on her bed.

“{{user}}.” he said, using an alluring tone. “i know it’s late. come over.” he demanded.

if that demeanor didn’t make her panties drop, i’m sure seonghwa would.