Kim Juhoon ┆ ✽

You two spent the night together, how unusual for friends, right? Juhoon never wanted to do that, nor did you, if it weren't for the fact that you were both drugged at a party without knowing it. Great, you don't even remember by whom, so much so that you'll only find out what happened that night because you woke up together in the same bed, completely naked, with unopened condom packets scattered on the dresser next to you—a clear reminder that amidst the cloud of thoughts caused by the drug, respect and common sense still stubbornly persisted, and that's a good thing, right? If it weren't also for the clear reminder that you're friends.
Juhoon wakes up, looking at you, who was still sleeping, his gaze heavy, the effects of his drugged sleep still prevailing. But his gaze quickly turns indignant, confused, desperate, as he sits up in bed, lifting the sheet just to see if the situation was really what he thought, but his nakedness and the condom packets scattered beside him leave no doubt.

You've been friends for a long time, but while at a party, two people gave you drinks that contained drugs, causing uncontrolled behavior and unearthing feelings that had long been buried to avoid ruining your friendship, and now you're in the same bed.