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Warm, each movement was more frantic but it always had the same feeling, warmth, that warmth that was already familiar, but you still couldn't stop wanting more, and fortunately for the last two months it was a constant in your life.

-God, how is it possible that you still feel so great? Don't even think about stopping, you always feel so big, how, how the hell is that possible?

The one who exclaimed was none other than Jinsoul, the reason for your downfall lately, one of the most beautiful girls you had ever met, your friend since you were 12 and your secret crush since you were 15, and yes, now you had her leaning on her limbs while you clung to her hips, you could see that huge ass that you loved so much and the sound of your skin hitting her beautiful ass was the only answer you could give for the moment.

Seconds, minutes or hours later, who would have known exactly?, you finally managed to speak.

-I, I'm so close.

You exclaimed with a certain regret, even if you spilled inside her you wouldn't have a problem, you imagined more than once having a family with her.

-Me too, but you know you have to leave, just try to hold on until I'm finished.

Those were the cruel words Jinsoul uttered between moans. However, as cruel as her request was, you did it; you managed to hold back until Jinsoul reached her orgasm, an incredibly difficult task, and then you performed an even more difficult task: exploding outside, painting Jinsoul 's entire backside a soft white , a sight you'd be lying if you denied adoring.

With the last of your strength, you lay down next to your best friend. Minutes passed, filled only by the sound of your increasingly shallow breathing in Jinsoul's small but lovely room.

"I think it's time to stop doing this." Those were the words that filled the sound void, as Jinsoul finally turned around and looked directly at you.

You didn't know what expression you had made at that moment, however you tried to hide the small prick in your chest that made you feel uncomfortable, you hid it as best as you could, as you had always tried.

"What? But why? I thought you were having a good time, that you liked this." You tried to contain your emotions, but a certain tone of panic, annoyance, and indignation came out with the questions.

-I'm having a great time, it's just that I know you, I know you're thinking about things differently, the last two weeks you've been nicer and more careful, we can't confuse friendship with something more, it was fun, it's actually great, but if this makes us run the risk of breaking the friendship, I don't want to continue with this.

You wanted to say that it had already happened, that it actually happened from the moment she gave you that kiss when you confessed that you were a virgin two months ago, that what started as a favor had already distorted your friendship, but you closed your mouth, as you had always done with her, as you had always done in important moments, and you only managed to sigh.

"Yes, I suppose you're right, we don't want to lose the friendship, do we?" You said this as you stood up and began to gather your clothes and get dressed.

"Hey, don't get upset, it's just that I care about you too much to risk our friendship. Come on, stay over, you do it every Friday. We can watch movies. There's this awful one Hyeju recommended." Jinsoul was always like that; she could say the most direct and hard-to-swallow thing and then the next moment talk as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn't shattered your few remaining hopes of being with her, inviting you to sleep over as if it didn't make you feel even more in love, all while looking at you with a certain indignation, as if you had somehow ruined something, small but awkward.

"I'm not upset, believe me, if I didn't have to go to the dinner my dad and Mrs. Cho planned, I'd stay home, but I can't, Jindori, not this time. Although, believe me, I'd rather watch a terrible movie than that unbearable Haseul." Your words weren't entirely untrue; you were upset, or perhaps more accurately, disappointed and completely heartbroken. But it was also true that your dad had planned a dinner, and incredibly, it was also true that even if you were uncomfortable and sad, you'd rather be with Jinsoul and her awful plan than attend that dinner.

"Oh my God, when are you and Haseul going to stop hating each other? Or this whole game you've been playing since you were 14, you know, nobody believes it anymore. Nobody can hate each other for 13 years and still somehow stay close. If I didn't know you both so well, I'd say you were actually very much in love with each other." Jinsoul blurted out with a smile, that mischievous smile she always gave when her comment seemed insightful and more intelligent than it actually was.

"Ha, cows will grow wings before I fall in love with her," you said sarcastically. "And I wouldn't hate her if she weren't such an annoying, arrogant brat. She's the problem. I don't have any problems with Mrs. Cho or her sister Hayeon, actually. I don't have problems with anyone but her." And it was true, you were a calm guy, sometimes too passive. You'd never had such a persistent problem as with Haseul ; she was a constant nuisance.

-Precisely because you don't have problems with anyone, I suspect there's something strange going on between you two. Haseul doesn't have any problems with anyone else either, but anyway, what purpose do you think your dad had in planning the dinner? Do you think he and Mrs. Cho are going to announce their marriage?

"Maybe, I sincerely hope so. Ever since he met her, my dad has been very happy. I've been hoping they'd get engaged for five years now." And it was true. After your mother's death, things with your dad were strange. He wasn't exactly distant, but he wasn't the most attentive either. It was as if a part of him simply existed but didn't pay attention to anything, until he met Haseul 's mother . From that day on, it seemed like your dad was back to his old self, or even happier. For you, everyone deserves a second chance, and they were both finding it.

"You know, you can come back after dinner, I can wait, come on, you stay here every Friday," Jinsoul said , pouting.

-I'm sorry, but seriously, another day, apart from dinner, tomorrow Heejin is buying another guitar, and I want to go with her, so she'll pick me up at my house.

"Wow, so it's only been three months since she broke up with Hyunjin and she's already trying to be with you." Jinsoul said with that almost childish sarcasm, like just another joke from someone who's been friends with both of you for years. However, you seemed to detect a certain tone of annoyance in the background, a tone you let slide. It was always like that; Jinsoul would get annoyed if you paid more attention to one of your ten friends than to her. It wasn't unusual anymore.

"Yes, she and I are already seeing each other. In fact, we're not interested in the guitars; it's just an excuse so no one discovers us in our kissing hideout." You said with the same childlike attitude Jinsoul had before waving goodbye and leaving your room and your apartment.

About 20 minutes later you had arrived at your house, or your father's house. Lately he had been emphasizing that you should move out, something you didn't quite understand and obviously wouldn't do. Your job didn't cover housing for you, and renting with one of your friends was almost impossible for now.

"Hi, how was your night, and Dad?" You greeted Mrs. Cho as you approached her. It was too informal, but she had asked for it to be that way. Actually, she was too nice; you didn't understand how her eldest daughter could be such a pain.

"She's preparing some things, you know how she is, everything has to be perfect in her plans... but, wow, you smell awful, go take a shower before someone else smells you, the smell of sex does exist, you know." Mrs. Cho exclaimed, her delight shifting to a tone of disgust as you approached.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't know I smelled so bad, I'll take a quick shower." The words came out with a great deal of embarrassment; at least she was an understanding woman, but it was still embarrassing, and you wondered how many times you had smelled like that before, and how many people noticed and how many didn't.

When you got out of the shower you saw the back of a brunette girl, you sighed, fortunately she was as presentable as possible, partly knowing that the Cho sisters were coming, and that the youngest was very prone to invading your room, especially because of a certain giant stuffed animal you had.

-I already told you I won't give you my Sylveon Hayeon plushie, and I also told you that you can't just walk into my room like nothing happened, I could have been naked, you know.

"But you're not," she said with a mischievous tone, that tone she practically always had; you'd rarely heard her without it. "Please give it to me. It's not fair that you have it. It's something pretty girls like me should have, and besides, when you move out it'll be hard to find a place for it. I swear I'll take care of it."

-Move? What on earth are you talking about , Hayeon? I'm not moving anywhere.

"Oh, you don't know yet? Well, forget what I said." He blurted out before running off as if he had committed some mischief or made a mistake.

Dinner was too quiet, partly because everyone knew about the difficult relationship between Haseul and you. It wasn't your fault; if anything was awkward, it was because of her. Right now, she had a murderous look on her face as she chewed, almost with disgust. Inside, you wanted to say something, to complain about her rudeness, but somehow you didn't. You adored Mrs. Cho, and Hayeon too; you had to be polite. Just as you were still thinking about how to contain your urge to speak out, your father cleared his throat, a clear sign that he was going to speak and also that he felt the discomfort in the air.

-Well, as you know, this dinner is to make a big announcement, actually two big announcements. I hope everyone present understands the decisions we've made, and why we've made them thinking about the good of everyone…

The way your father spoke was more of a warning than actual reassuring words; it was as if he were preventing something, to the point that his words sounded too gentle.

-As you know, Haeun and I have been together for about 5 years…

"Unfortunately," Haseul said in a murmur too loud, too deliberate to go unheard.

Your father simply continued, trying to ignore the comment. "Naturally, we believe that living together is the next step."

"What wonderful news! Congratulations! I truly believe it's the right thing to do. You both deserve the best." You said with a smile, though you were genuinely happy about the news. You also felt the need to make a positive comment after Haseul 's murmur a moment ago. "But where will you be living?"

"That's precisely what we want to get to. Haeun and I have thought about this a lot, and we believe that the best thing is for Hayeon to live in this house with us, at least until she finishes university. However, even though there's room for all five of us, the reality is that both Haeun and I believe that both Haseul and you should start to become more independent. Being 26 and still living at your parents' house isn't the best thing, and knowing that the excuse is financial risk, we decided that we will support you with part of the rent for an apartment. In fact, Haeun has already taken care of everything; we just need you to give us your share."

Your father blurted it out simply, almost naturally, almost as if it weren't horrible news, almost as if he didn't know he was throwing two cats that hate each other into the same bag.

"You're joking, right?" The way you said that was too harsh; you were actually furious.

"Don't even try to argue, idiot. It's done. I tried for two weeks and it was impossible. I just hope you're not a disaster like everything else you do. I'm still wondering if living on the street is better than living with you." Haseul snapped angrily without looking at you . It seemed like even a steak was more worthy of her gaze than you.

-I, I can't live with her, I don't accept it, I'm fine here, why can't she live alone?

"Well, you heard Haseul, son. Either you move into that apartment or you're homeless. I love you, but it's time you distanced yourself a bit. You can't keep living here; it's not healthy for anyone." Your dad said calmly, too calmly, and you knew that was just how your dad was. There was no way to negotiate, so you could only swallow hard. You'd have to work this out some other way.