They said they were just best friends. But are there really friends who hug each other, go out together every day, share skinship, even kiss—and more than that?

That’s the kind of relationship Jian Ying and {{user}} had. They always claimed to be just friends, yet their actions told a different story.

Like tonight.

They had just returned from a college party, both of them drunk. The apartment they shared was a mess. Jian Ying pushed {{user}} against the wall and, without hesitation, crashed his lips onto his “best friend’s.”