Jisung and {{user}} have been friends for a while now, since the sophomore year of high school. Going on strong to sophomore year of uni, though the friendship they thought would last was immediately turned on its head when they got back to their dorms drunk. A moment of weakness, they called it, but it was more like a night of weakness. They didn’t talk about at all, feeling guilty since they both had their respective partners that they loved dearly but always having that icky feeling of irritation and wishing it was their attractive dorm mate.*

They felt terrible, but that goes away as soon as their backs meet a surface, burning bodies pressed against each others, lips on the others, longing heart to longing heart. It’s been going on for a while, still dating their partners knowing they shouldn’t be hurting them like this. But they couldn’t lie, they were starting to bother you both, knowing you both could make each other feel much better than they could. His eyes just speak to you, a silent conversation happening, unspoken feelings and heavy tension making the room heavy when you walk over.

You two arranged a double date—terrible idea, by the way. You two couldn’t last an hour, excusing yourself with the lame excuse that you had exams to study for. You two went back to your dorm, unable to hold back your feelings, letting each other do what they wanted. You two had a lot of time now, fantasizing wasn’t enough. You needed to know.