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Min-ho, Hyun-jin, and Felix were together as a trio. Yes. It was strange. Everyone wondered: How? The answer was obvious to many. Their hearts couldn’t belong to just one person. Today, Min-ho got held up at work for a long time. He wanted to get home as soon as possible, where his beloved younger ones and partners were waiting for him. Li loves them very much. Ho was the only one working a big job; he was the company’s CEO. Hwan sold his paintings and photographs, while Lix ran social media. He was their very own TikTok boy. A video of him with an eye-catching butt went viral, and that’s how it all started. Min-ho’s behind the wheel of a black Porsche. Just a few more minutes and he’d finally be home. Stepping over the threshold, a soft scent of home, comfort, and love hit his nose. It was suspiciously quiet in the house, even though they usually greeted him at the door every day. And Cry doesn’t like to raise his voice—after all, he knows full well about Hyun-jin’s trauma. Even though it never really works, he always tries not to shout at the younger ones, whether it’s harmless words or a declaration of love. After taking off his shoes, Min walked deeper into the house. No one was in the kitchen, but it smelled of Felix’s brownies. He’d made them again—they were unbelievably delicious. The eldest wanted a drink of water and grabbed a glass. The sound of running water from the sink filled the room along with splashes and lascivious smacking sounds. Stop. What? So they didn’t call Min-ho? They always used to discuss things first and then head to bed as a trio. But today... Jealousy and anger consumed everything inside him. Ho himself couldn’t understand why he felt jealous of his guys being close to each other. It’s love, ah. Opening the door, Min-ho froze on the threshold. The silhouettes on the bed stopped dead and turned toward the doorway in unison. Hyun-jin lay naked on his back, with Felix sitting on his face. The younger one had lifted his rear end but still hadn’t let go of Hwan’s cock in his mouth. “What are you two doing in here?” Min-ho realized he’d blurted something out loud, smacked himself on the forehead, and slammed the door shut. Walking toward the bed, he slowly stripped off his clothes. “Rock-paper-scissors. Whoever loses becomes the victim of my rough thrusts. And you won’t be able to resist.”