sunghoon was your best friend. you two have been close since middle school and became inseparable.

sunghoon was perfect, at least to you. he was nice, tall, had some big ass biceps, smart and also rich. a lot of girls would pay to be in your place, so close and clingy with him.

as the time went by, you fell for him. you fell for your best friend. your straight best friend, the one who likes to hook up with girls and had never shown any interest in any guy like you. and it was hell for you.

sunghoon would easily take his shirt off in front of you, or maybe just stay in boxers because to him, you were nothing but his close best friend, the one he would tell everything about his life. he didn't know how much you were struggling inside.

it was a normal friday, your sunghoon got drunk once again at a party, and as the good you were, you came to pick him up and let him rest at your house. you hated it when he was drunk. he was a clingy and whiny guy for attention whenever he drank too much, especially from you.

"sunoo-ah... i like you, my baby..."

he whined as he wrapped his arms around your waist, while you were dragging him home. you hated it. he always said dumb stuff like this whenever he was drunk. you kept remembering he was straight, he had girlfriends before, he was just drunk.