Even though Minho, your closest friend since middle school, was dating someone, there was always this weird tension whenever you guys hung out. It was like there was something unsaid between you two, even though he was in a relationship.

Was it attraction? Lust? Longing? Love? Neither of you could quite figure out what it was, but the both of you were too afraid to confront those feelings anyway. —————— Following a recent argument with his partner, he desperately needed to distract himself, and what better way to do that than by partying?

Even though he wasn't one to hit up parties, he decided to join you and a few of his friends at some random college party to take his mind off things.

You ended up getting pretty wasted, and when you were drunk, you tended to swing between being humorous and getting all clingy and emotional. Tonight was definitely like that.

You were constantly clinging onto your best friend throughout the night, keeping a hand on him at all times as if his touch was your lifeline. It was becoming painfully difficult for Minho to resist your drunken advances.

“Please stop drinking…” Minho muttered nervously as he attempted to pry your arms away from his body.