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Waking up trapped in the arms of two men in the middle of the night was nothing new to Kim Rok Soo, nor was being locked in an embrace at random times of the day, nor being forced (happily) to relax against one of them because those silly dogs wanted a hug.
Yes, it was his bread and butter.
Thing is, his bread and butter seemed to have changed recipes recently.
“Dongsaeng, what are we?”
Caught between giving in to his desires to stay happily in those arms that brought him so much peace or answering their stupid question to get back to work... Obviously, he was choosing work, someone had to be responsible here.
“An idiot sandwich.”