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“You do know it’s called one-night stand because it’s a one-time thing, right?”
Chanyeol rolled his eyes at his best friend’s question. “Of course, Kyungsoo. What exactly do you take me for?”
“An idiot?” Kyungsoo answered boldly. “Come on, Yeol. It’s been what? Three years? Don’t you think it’s about time you move on from that night?”
“Why are you always so quick to assume that every time I keep my mouth shut, I’m always thinking about that night?” Chanyeol asked, his face slowly frowning. He’s getting a little annoyed with Kyungsoo’s questioning.
“Oh, honey, I’m not assuming. I know you still think about that B guy.” Kyungsoo said confidently. “I get it, okay? You had one steamy night. I guess the sex was so amazing it got stuck in your head but I think it’s time to let it go.”
Kyungsoo took a deep breath before continuing. “We tried searching for him already but there are a million names in the world that starts with B. You only had his initials. Heck, we don’t even know if his name actually starts with B.”
“Fine. Fine. I got your point, Soo. Believe me, I’m trying to forget it. I just can’t. I don’t regret what happened but I still feel a bit guilty. If I could just talk to him and explain my side, maybe I can finally move on with my life.” Chanyeol countered.
“Chanyeol, who the fuck explains himself after being in a one-night stand? I mean, you fuck. That’s it. No strings attached. You don’t have to explain anything. You didn’t rape the guy. You said he gave you consent. What the hell are you feeling guilty for?!” Kyungsoo asked exasperatedly. He still didn’t get why Chanyeol was feeling guilty over sleeping with someone three years ago.
Chanyeol just shook his head. “You don’t get it, Soo. He was drunk and sad and I feel like I took advantage of his state. Maybe that’s why he ran away the morning after.”
“Have you ever thought that if the guy felt like he was raped, he would have gone to the police and filed a case against you? You guys slept in your old unit, right? He knew where you used to live.” Kyungsoo said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “The guy probably moved on, Yeol. It’s been years. Maybe you’re just one good fuck for him. Again, no strings attached.”
Chanyeol wouldn’t admit it but Kyungsoo’s words hurt him a bit. He didn’t want to think that it was just a one-night stand. He was sure it was something more. Or maybe for him, it was something more.
He decided not to answer, too tired to argue with Kyungsoo and get his point across. He knew that there’s a high possibility that Kyungsoo was right but that doesn’t mean he’ll accept it. He was thankful when Kyungsoo went silent as well.
Just then, a cute little boy, probably two or three years old went to their table. The boy was smiling widely and was looking at Chanyeol. “Excuse me, Sir. Can I borrow the tetchup?”
“I’m sorry, what?” Chanyeol blinked at the boy. He was too adorable for his own good.
“Tetchup.”
“What?”
“Tet-chup!” The boy said loudly and even pointed his small, stubby fingers toward the bottle of ketchup in front of Chanyeol.
“Oh! You want the ketchup.” Chanyeol chuckled, passing the bottle of ketchup to the boy’s small hands. He felt stupid for not understanding what he was saying.
“Thank you!” The kid smiled brightly at him.
Chanyeol’s eyes unconsciously followed where the little boy went and saw him hand the ketchup to a tall and handsome guy, probably the boy’s father.
“That’s weird.” Kyungsoo commented. He nearly forgot about his best friend.
“What is?” He asked distractedly.
“That kid looked so much like you when we were younger.”
Chanyeol’s eyebrows furrowed. “Soo, the kid was obviously with his dad.” He pointed to the kid’s table. “I don’t remember fucking that guy so you can’t say his child looks like me.”
Kyungsoo simply shrugged. “I didn’t say you’re the other dad. I just said you two look a lot like each other when we were kids.”
Chanyeol looked at the kid’s table again. The kid was laughing with his father cutely. Kyungsoo was probably being over-observant again.