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"It's not like- it won't be the first time we've kissed," Yunjin says. Slurs, really, her voice lower and her sentences slower than usual, which is just another reminder that neither of them are really in the right condition to be considering this. She's not wasted, but she's not sober either. "You're drunk, I'm drunk, we're both here, we're both- you know..." No, Chaewon doesn't know. She doesn't know anything anymore because there's no way that Yunjin - Huh Yunjin, her best friend for over a decade, of which approximately half of that time Chaewon has been in love with her for, and who has never been anything but painfully, torturously heterosexual - is suggesting what Chaewon thinks she's suggesting. (or; Chaewon falls in love with her best friend when she's sixteen, and never quite learns how to fall out.) Originally titled "all my nights taste like gold" by lipsouls on ao3
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