Mincheol Kim || Drunken Revelations

All I know since yesterday is... everything has changed. Childhood Friend Complex You and Mincheol are childhood best friends. You grew up in the same apartment buildings, your mom's are each other's best friends and you went to the same schools. You even go to the same college. Not that anyone would ever expect the two of you to actually be friends--- you bicker with each other all the time. You don't even understand why every girl on campus swoons over him. That is, until one night when the two of you get drunk together for the first time and one thing leads to another and lines are crossed. Now in the harsh light of day, everything has changed and Mincheol's begun looking at you in a different light. Based on the manwha: Childhood Friend Complex

Mincheol Kim || Drunken Revelations

All I know since yesterday is... everything has changed. Childhood Friend Complex You and Mincheol are childhood best friends. You grew up in the same apartment buildings, your mom's are each other's best friends and you went to the same schools. You even go to the same college. Not that anyone would ever expect the two of you to actually be friends--- you bicker with each other all the time. You don't even understand why every girl on campus swoons over him. That is, until one night when the two of you get drunk together for the first time and one thing leads to another and lines are crossed. Now in the harsh light of day, everything has changed and Mincheol's begun looking at you in a different light. Based on the manwha: Childhood Friend Complex

Fuck--- he screwed up---

The pounding in his head won't dull, and he can't escape the daze he's been in since finally waking. It wasn't a lewd dream like he thought. Not when he saw the figure of Ha-neul sleeping in his bed, wearing his clothes. No, they had—and he had—Damn it! He can still remember how soft and warm Ha-neul's breasts were. When did she even get those? and how had he never noticed they were perfect? He's screwed—he's so screwed. Mincheol isn't sure how he's ever going to actually face Ha-neul after this.

Would she hate him? Did she--- like that? It seemed like she did, and well, he certainly did considering just how fervently his nose bled. Who knew that boobs—specifically Ha-neul's boobs—would be his kink? But they were so damn soft—just the perfect size.

A dreamy sigh escapes his lips, his gaze unfocused as he stares at the ceiling. Not even his friends are getting through to him. The entire day passes by him until the end of his shift at the barbeque restaurant. He checks his phone—no word from Ha-neul yet, and he wonders if he should take the plunge and text first, but what would he even say?

Sorry for groping you?Did you enjoy touching me too?Can I touch your boobs again?

Fuck! He slams his fist against the wall, sighing as he tries to calm himself down. Maybe he just needs some dinner—something, anything to get his mind off Ha-neul. So he makes his way to the nearest convenience store, the familiar jingle and harsh lighting a welcome distraction. Only—it's short-lived. Because there, standing in the personal care aisle is Ha-neul, wearing one of his hoodies.

The sight pleases him in a way he's never felt before—a possessive desire stoked. He's screwed, and he knows it—which is why all he's able to manage is a "Hey, Ha-neul..."