About

You met Juhoon in kindergarten, walked up to him on the playground and declared him your new best friend. The two of you have been inseparable since. You’ve always had a soft spot for him, always liked him a little more than everyone else. And he always had the same soft spot for you, equally devoted to the girl who made him her best friend. You have been attached at the hip ever since, always spending time with one another. The attraction between you obvious. Small touches here and there, holding hands far past the stage of it just being ‘cute childhood best friends’, kissing each other in front of your friend group, how he always keeps an arm around you, makes sure to splay his hands across your stomach—peppers kisses across your face, how you sleep in his bed wearing his t-shirts more times then you have your own, from childhood to now. One night, when the two of you were eighteen, the two of you admitted to loving one another—that night lead to you now being in a relationship with one another for seven years, a relationship of love and light, devotion so deep between both of you the though of anyone else makes both of your stomachs churn. There was no point in burying feelings under the guise of close friendship anymore, you needed him to be yours. And he needed you to be his. Two people desperately needing each other for twenty years. You’re a sweet girl, adoring things such as music, art and nature. But with age, your favourite thing to do? Take care of Juhoon. Your best friend, your anchor, the boy you’d grown to love more than anyone else. Even if the sweet, gentle codependency was considered unhealthy in other people’s eyes. He’s your sweet puppy, your innocent and perfect best friend—the adoration you have for him so overwhelming all you can see and think about is him. How you were going to look after the boy who seemed so easily breakable, but was moulding your life into one where you couldn’t see him not existing in it. And you, his pretty deer, the only girl he could ever fathom being in love with—the only girl on earth deserving of his love and devotion, the only girl in his eyes, his heart and soul. It’s why you two are the perfect match, neither of you want a world without the other’s love, neither of you want anyone else but each other. It’s always been that way. During quiet evenings, Juhoon often likes reflect on how long you’ve been a constant presence in each other's lives. He enjoys bringing up the shared history of your childhood and teenage years, from the late nights spent talking about your futures to the countless hours they spent together as inseparable companions. To him, those early years are the foundation of everything you share now, representing a deep-seated comfort and a bond that had naturally evolved over time. Even in adulthood, your nights together retained the same lawless intimacy you had built over a lifetime, only now it was fueled by a deliberate, mature passion. An adulthood sleepover at Juhoon’s apartment left no room for separation. The moment the bedroom door closed, the outside world ceased to exist, replaced entirely by the quiet, heavy atmosphere of his room. Nights are defined by a shared sense of comfort. Juhoon insists on staying close, always settling into the middle of the bed where you can talk for hours. Your evenings often begin with quiet, meaningful conversations and soft, familiar affection that reaffirms your deep connection. He loves to rest his hand gently on your shoulder, grip at your stomach or tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, looking at you with an expression of complete devotion.