Before dating your childhood friend, test them first chapter 3

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Something kept licking his face. Panting breaths filled his ears.

‘What is it? What’s licking my face…’

Jiho wanted to sleep more, but something persistently bothered him.

He waved his hand in the air in his sleep, but all he felt was soft fur, and the licking continued.

“Ah, damn it… Stop…”

Who the hell…

Jiho cursed as he opened his eyes to see a ball of brown fur with round eyes looking down at him.

“Woof!”

“…Coco?”

Coco was Yejun’s brown Pomeranian puppy.

With its long hair, soft fur, round eyes, and small, moist black nose, it was a cute little thing that loved people and showed its belly quickly.

Why is Coco here…?

Jiho felt something was off and looked around. He thought he was at his house, but he wasn’t. Seeing the familiar white furniture and the surrounding interior, he realized he was at Yejun’s house.

And then, a flash of naked bodies appeared in his mind.

‘What was that just now? A dream?’

His head throbbed. Jiho pressed his temples, feeling the headache, and looked to his side.

Next to him, Yejun was sleeping like a sculpture.

“…”

Unconsciously, Jiho swallowed dryly as he stared at the sleeping Yejun.

Even while sleeping, his striking features were undeniable. Long eyelashes, a smooth nose, soft-looking lips, a sharp jawline, and visible chest muscles below his neck…

‘Why isn’t this guy wearing any clothes?’

Jiho suddenly realized that Yejun was naked and quickly looked away as if he had touched something hot.

Now that he thought about it, he was in the same situation. Both he and Yejun were only covered by a blanket, not wearing a stitch of clothing.

They might be in their underwear, but he was too scared to lift the blanket and check.

‘Why are we naked? No way… Was that flash of naked bodies not a dream but reality?’

In that flash, Yejun had been on top of him with a suggestive expression, their sweaty bodies close as if sharing heat.

‘Did I sleep with him?’

He wanted to dismiss it as a ridiculous dream, but seeing Yejun next to him brought a sense of reality. There were fresh bite marks on his neck.

Feeling pain in his back, Jiho sat up, held his head in his hands, and started to agonize.

As time passed, the events of last night began to come back to him one by one. He remembered drinking, being supported by Yejun, and then… entangling bodies with him.

As the pieces of the puzzle fit together, it became clear that his absurd memories were real, filling him with overwhelming self-reproach.

“…What do I do.”

Some people might impulsively end up in bed together, but Jiho wasn’t one of them.

Jiho had never actually had any sexual experience before.

He had always maintained the wholesome thought of sharing his body with someone he genuinely loved, and up until now, he hadn’t experienced such passionate love.

But to think his first experience would be spent drinking with a buddy.

And on top of that, being taken from behind…

“Damn it…”

He didn’t want to think about it any further.

Maybe it was because it was too shocking. Jiho’s thoughts gradually led to denial of reality.

‘It’s not like my body wears out from sleeping with someone once. And it’s not like I’m an omega, so there’s no risk of pregnancy, right? So wouldn’t it be better to just pretend it never happened and move on?’

‘But can that really work? It’s not like I’m someone with flowers blooming in my head. And the biggest problem was… the one-night stand was with Ahn Yejun.’

‘Can we still be friends after this?’

‘Even if I try to forget and move on, won’t his face keep reminding me?’

‘If I cut ties with him, I might be able to cover it up and live on, but since we’ve been friends for so long, it’s hard to think about ending our relationship. Yejun was more than just a normal friend; he was someone I might have seen more than my own family. It was hard to imagine a future without Ahn Yejun.’

‘What should I do?’

Jiho was seriously contemplating, furrowing his brow, when he heard rustling sounds. Looking down, he saw Yejun stirring.

“Umm…”

He seemed uncomfortable, furrowing his peaceful face and pouting his lips.

Despite showing signs of discomfort, his outstanding appearance couldn’t be hidden.

Jiho vaguely thought that if he were here as a lover instead of a friend, it wouldn’t be so bad. Of course, in his current situation, it was rather desperate.

As he pondered whether to wake him up, Yejun’s eyes, which had been closed, opened at just the right moment, revealing his light brown pupils.

He blinked a few times with a sleepy and hazy look. Then, upon finally noticing Jiho, he smiled gently with half-closed eyes.

“Jiho, did you sleep well?”

“…”

It was like a scene from a drama.

Yejun smiled at him with a face that somehow seemed shinier than usual.

Bathed in the sunlight streaming in from outside, he looked at Jiho with a languid expression, appearing as beautiful as a photoshoot.

But Jiho had no time for such peaceful thoughts.

Why is this guy in such a good mood? Seeing his peaceful face made anger boil inside him.

While someone was aching all over and mentally distressed, this guy…!

As Jiho glared at Yejun with simmering anger, Yejun, slightly taken aback, asked with a sleepy face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“…Do you think you could have slept well if you were me?”

“Why?”

“Why? Do you really have to ask…!”

He was about to retort, questioning how he could ask such a thing, when he suddenly thought, ‘Did he black out?’

‘I drank more, and I’m the one looking fine now, so how could he have blacked out? But still, considering the shocking event that happened last night, how could he be acting so nonchalantly?’

‘If this guy lost his memory…’

‘If that were the case, we might be able to cover up last night’s event as if it never happened. Although the shock of being taken from behind was immense, being drunk made it feel less real.’

‘We could just consider this a very realistic dream, given that we were lying side by side in bed like this, Yejun’s neck was all bitten up, and my waist and butt were unusually sore…’

Hoping that Yejun might have forgotten, Jiho asked very carefully.

“You… don’t remember?”

“Remember what?”

“Last night.”

Since he might have blacked out, he couldn’t ask directly.

He asked as nonchalantly as possible, but his heart pounded violently. He was tense and his palms were sweaty, not knowing what Yejun would say.

As his palms became clammy, he secretly wiped them on the blanket. Yejun furrowed one eyebrow and tilted his head.

“Last night? We did a lot last night. What do you mean? When I carried you home?”

“…”

Yejun was referring to carrying Jiho, who had passed out at the drinking party, back home. That wasn’t it.

When Jiho didn’t respond, Yejun gave another option.

“Or when I undressed you and washed you thoroughly?”

“You washed me…?”

“Yeah.”

When the quietly lying Jiho asked with a shocked face, Yejun nodded casually.

‘So he washed me while I was waking up intermittently… What exactly happened last night?’

As his memories came back in fragments, he grew increasingly fearful of what he might have done.

Anyway… although it was embarrassing that Yejun washed him, it wasn’t as big a deal as what they had done together.

As Jiho coughed awkwardly, Yejun let out a hum and then raised the corner of his mouth in a grin.

“If not that… then our bodies being together?”

“…Hey!”

So he remembered.

Hearing him speak so bluntly shattered Jiho’s expectations.

His face felt like it was going to explode with embarrassment. As Jiho’s face turned red like a ripe apple and he huffed, Yejun smirked like a sly fox.

“Got it.”

“…”

So he remembered everything and was just acting nonchalant?

Doesn’t he understand the gravity of the situation?

How can he be so carefree?

Jiho knew Yejun was an unusual guy, but he never expected him to take sleeping with a childhood friend so lightly.

Unable to say anything, Jiho stared at Yejun with a bewildered face, who then raised his upper body. The blanket naturally slipped down, revealing his solid chest muscles and abs.

Thinking about how he had tightly hugged that body last night made Jiho feel even more embarrassed. He lowered his head deeply, and Yejun, looking him up and down, spoke.

“Jiho, you’ve gotten in better shape since starting college.”

“…Damn it, don’t remind me!”

“It doesn’t look like you’re just remembering yesterday.”

Yejun gestured for him to look. As Jiho looked down at his own body, he realized he too had the blanket down, exposing his upper body.

His body was covered in reddish marks like blooming red flowers. They were traces of Yejun biting and sucking on him last night.

‘Damn it… He really wrecked me. ‘

Jiho suppressed the urge to swear, grabbing the blanket to cover himself.

He couldn’t understand why he had to do something that seemed straight out of a third-rate drama.

He wasn’t trying to pout, but his lips jutted out in displeasure. He wasn’t usually the type to cry, but today, he really felt like it.

Feeling a prickling sensation in his nose, Jiho sighed deeply.

Yejun, who had been giggling, seemed to notice Jiho’s foul mood and asked softly, “Are you feeling okay?”

“Do you think I’d be okay? My whole body aches, and my stomach feels like it’s going to turn inside out.”

“Hmm… yeah, I guess. It must be tough. Just lie down. I’ll make some hangover soup.”

With that, Yejun gently laid Jiho back on the bed, tucking the blanket up to his collarbone with a surprising tenderness that left Jiho wondering what was going on.

‘Could he be treating me like an omega just because we slept together for one night?’

The thought made Jiho feel even worse. He shot Yejun a sharp look.

“Hey, you…”

“Just rest.”

Before Jiho could say anything more, Yejun got up from the bed.

Jiho squeezed his eyes shut, fearing he might see Yejun’s lower half exposed. When he finally opened them, Yejun was leaving the room.

Luckily, he was wearing underwear, so nothing too revealing was on display, but his broad back was covered in scratch marks. It seemed Jiho had done that last night.

As Jiho stared blankly at his retreating figure, he remembered that Yejun was originally a kind person. Perhaps he wasn’t treating Jiho like an omega or being kind for any other reason but simply because he saw Jiho struggling and wanted him to rest.

Left alone in the room, Jiho sat in a daze, listening to the sound of Yejun opening a packet of ramen and boiling water outside. Then he snapped back to reality.

“Does he really not care that he slept with me?” Jiho muttered to himself.

‘I’m so confused and troubled, yet he acts like nothing happened. Shouldn’t he be a bit more conscious of what we did? Does he not even realize it? How can he act so normal?’

‘While it might feel different for him being on top, still… we’re not supposed to be in this kind of relationship.’

‘If that guy thinks last night was just an accident and it means nothing… how am I supposed to deal with him?’

Jiho felt a headache pounding from the hangover and his worries, groaning in agony.

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