Sugar Pulse

My childhood friend, Yeon Mugyeol, threw a fit whenever he laid eyes on me.

It was all because he considered me his rival in love.

“What’s the point of you liking noona? I’m way better-looking anyway.”

Sneering childishly.

“Don’t even look at noona.”

Guarding her warily.

“Have you lost your mind? Trying to pull some bullshit just because you’ve got a pretty face.”

Losing his temper.

But, Mugyeol-ah.

The one I like isn’t noona… it’s you.

Yeon Mugyeol and I had truly shared everything.

“You know it, right? Ryu Yi-seon, you’re the only one I have.”

Friendship.

“Is that your type? Upturned eyes and skinny? Do you really want to die?”

Jealousy.

“Your body was insane.”

“…Shut up, you perverted bastard.”

Physical intimacy.

“Babe, should I put the ham in this drawer?”

“…”

“I’ll put the tuna away over here, okay?”

“…”

“Hey. Your hubby is talking to you.”

Even sickeningly sweet couple antics.

So basically… everything, except love.