Summary
\We\re thirty-two. The age we said we\d start dating.\
Top singer in South Korea and a friend of 17 years.
The so-called too comfortable guy friend, Kim Do-kyung.
“If we're still single at thirty-two, let's just date.”
“Im Ji-yoo, are you really sure about that?”
Who would've thought he'd still remember those words spoken as a joke 12 years ago?
\Are you crazy? Me and you? Ugh, that's ridiculous...\
\Ten minutes. I'll seduce you in ten.\
Do-kyung picked up his phone and pressed the stopwatch.
As Ji-yoo flinched in surprise, he pulled her waist as if to say, don't be nervous.
Then, he devoured her lips.
The alarm rang, signaling that ten minutes had passed—and Do-kyung paused for a moment.
Their clothes were already scattered beneath the bed.
Seeing Ji-yoo's flushed, peach-colored face, he smiled in satisfaction and asked,
“Girlfriend? Friend? Choose.”
The guy friend who had always felt like a brother... turned out to be an homme fatale.
His sexy, beast-like touch—she didn't hate it.
No, in fact, she liked it.
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