"We're thirty-two. The age we said we'd start dating."

Top singer in South Korea and a friend of 17 years.
The so-called too comfortable guy friend, Kim Do-kyung.

“If we’re still single at thirty-two, let’s just date.”
“Im Ji-yoo, are you really sure about that?”

Who would’ve thought he’d still remember those words spoken as a joke 12 years ago?

"Are you crazy? Me and you? Ugh, that’s ridiculous..."
"Ten minutes. I’ll seduce you in ten."

Do-kyung picked up his phone and pressed the stopwatch.
As Ji-yoo flinched in surprise, he pulled her waist as if to say, don’t be nervous.

Then, he devoured her lips.

The alarm rang, signaling that ten minutes had passed—and Do-kyung paused for a moment.
Their clothes were already scattered beneath the bed.
Seeing Ji-yoo’s flushed, peach-colored face, he smiled in satisfaction and asked,

“Girlfriend? Friend? Choose.”

The guy friend who had always felt like a brother... turned out to be an homme fatale.
His sexy, beast-like touch—she didn’t hate it.

No, in fact, she liked it.