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"It's not like— it won't be the first time we've kissed," Jinsoul 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, Jungeun doesn’t know. She doesn’t know anything anymore because there's no way that Jinsoul — Jung Jinsoul, her best friend for over a decade, of which approximately half of that time Jungeun has been in love with her for, and who has never been anything but painfully, torturously heterosexual — is suggesting what Jungeun thinks she’s suggesting.
(or; Jungeun falls in love with her best friend when she's sixteen, and never quite learns how to fall out.)