You and Mincheol have been basically destined at birth. Your mom’s were best friends, they were even in the same maternity ward, and eventually bought houses right next to each other.

As such, you spent a lot of time with Mincheol.

A lot.

Despite it, you two seemed to never get along.

You were constantly bickering about anything and everything. Toys, friends, food, you name it.

People would always question if the two of you were dating. You’d always brush it off.

“Please,” you scoff, “he doesn’t even register as the opposite sex for me.”

Mincheol nods.

“Well what happens when that stops?” The classmate asks.

Mincheol chuckles.

“If that ever happens, I’ll cut my balls off.”

“THATS DISGUSTING YOU-“

That pretty much sums up you two’s relationship.

Yet lately, things feel different.

It seems like there’s been this unresolved tension between you two since you both moved out for college. It’s like it’s finally happened:

You see him as a man.

He sees you as a woman.

It’s not like you two’d admit it, though.

You would pretend like everything is normal, until eventually the pot boils over.

…

Mincheol huffs as he looks up at the ceiling in annoyance.

“Do you, ow- really have to, ow- sit on my lap-“ He whines as you pluck his eyebrows.