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Wooyoung wonders how many shitty decisions a person has to make to end up in the situation that he has. The situation being a friendship with what was supposed to be a one night stand, which has turned into a tumultuous journey of lust, pain, and, most surprising of all, love. With a man made of static, cake and selflessness.
And to top it off, some other unexpected friends tagging along for the ride. His own roommate, a rich guy with anger issues, an artist with too many secrets, a stoner that always speaks his mind, an annoying coworker, and his hook up’s depressed roommate.
Wooyoung’s never been sure about anything. But through many unnecessary parties, plenty of wine, and a few odd shenanigans, these seven men slowly help all the pieces fall into place.
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It’s time for Wooyoung’s parents’ fancy high school reunion again, which means that he’s stuck going to Jeju with them again, and he’s going to see all of the other successful kids and be reminded of what an intractable, insufferable, completely-and-utterly irredeemable candidate of a mate he is again.
Thank god he has nothing to prove to them, because he’s not bringing “his alpha” this year—he’s just bringing his best friend.
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Wooyoung and San are best friends, always have been, always will be. Years into their friendship, they came to the agreement that it's better to fuck around with each other than random people. The sex is great, the quality time is great, it's all great until it's not. Because what happens when lines are blurred and all the sudden, extra feelings bubble up in Wooyoung's chest?
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“Do you want me to call you 'kitten'?” Wooyoung hums as he works on taking off the blue lampshade.
San pauses to think about it. “Mm. Could you try ‘kitty’ instead?”
Wooyoung smiles, glancing back at him. With his free hand, he reaches out to touch his knuckles to San’s cheek and purrs, “What a good kitty, Sannie.”
Oh. San takes in a sharp breath. Okay. Yeah, he’s into that.
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San sputters. “Xeno? Like—aliens?”
At that word, Wooyoung’s posture straightens.

