"Hey, Kim, Bread! I thought you would come and wait first, why are you so late?"
"Sorry... I took a shower at home and got out... I brought braised ribs! Think about it!"
Accepting the steamed ribs cooked by his mother's hand, Pita's face lit up. He gestured for Kim Bread to hurry up and come inside, accepting the bag that Bread had brought full in his hands.
"But you came earlier than I thought today? I think I'll be home in the evening..."
"Oh, the boss just left work early because he had fulfilled the revenue goal for today anyway."
Unlike Kim Bread, a college student who was treated as a surplus human at home, Kim Pita, who had been friends with him since childhood, was a young man who lived faithfully by doing part time jobs every day. Pita, who lost his parents in an accident in high school, had no choice but to play the role of raising his younger sister Candy from then on. Bread's parents, who were well aware of their plight, always gave a lot of homemade dishes to the Pita siblings, and they took care of him to the point that their own son would feel sad.
"The ribs for me were only bone-in, but this is all meat? Am I being discriminated against by my own mother...?"
"Thank you, Mother! This is going to be really good. Wait a bit, I'll heat it up in no time."
Pita, wearing an apron, skillfully prepared a few side dishes and steamed ribs, and put them on the table one by one. In the meantime, Bread decided to watch Candy's homework in elementary school.
"Candy, it is good for you, you've already received private tutoring from your college-age brother."
"Give me the fee for the tutoring and say so, you idiot."
"That's why I am cooking busily right now."
"My mom's love was stolen by you, and now I am even being exploited in this house, huh..."
Even if this was the case, to Bread, the only child, Pita and Candy were like brother and sister. There have been years of sharing each other's home-cooked meals every day that taste exactly the same, so maybe that's a natural result.
"I'm done eating. Let's come and eat quickly."
"Brother, I want to drink apple juice! Open this up!"
"Candy, give me that. I'll open it for you."
Instead of Pita, who had just sat down at the table after busily preparing dinner, Bread, who was next to him, accepted Candy's apple juice. Bread's hand, which had been whimpering with the bottle of apple juice sealed tighter than expected, suddenly bounced to the other side, and a cold, sticky liquid spilled all over his body.
"Oh, dear..."
With the sweet apple scent spilt all over him, Bread turned into a cry. When Pita and Candy saw the scene, they hesitated for a moment whether to laugh or cry.
"Did you make another scene, Kim Bread? Very good, you idiot! I'll clean up here, so you wash up first."
'That bastard was getting more and more like my mother's,' he muttered softly, and Bread threw off his wet T-shirt. Within hours, he was already taking the second shower.
"I put a towel and clothes in front of the bathroom, so when you're done, put them on."
His T-shirt, pants, and underwear were all in the washing machine, so Bread had no choice but to borrow Pita's clothes for a while. Bread had been a thorough triangular briefer since he was a child, and Pita's trunk panties made him feel like he wasn't wearing underwear, and there was something uncomfortable underneath.
"Uhm... This thing... Wind... blows... underneath..."
"You're going to change to trunk panties too. You don't understand how comfortable it is."
"No, what else am I going to hear from my mom."
"Would your mother interfere with the situation of her old son's panties?"
In fact, what Bread was worried about was a more deadly problem than his panty situation. If his panties, which were already known in the city as the hero of the triangle brief, suddenly changed to a square trunk one day, the identity of Panty Hero could be exposed to Pita and other family members who knew his panty situation well.
Since his parents would be devastated if they would find out that their only son had been fighting villains in the middle of the city wearing only panties every day, Bread was forced to insist on a triangle brief until he died.
"People take their beliefs in the underwear they once chose to the grave. It's like a spiritual legacy from my parents."
"Well, your house was originally a triangular briefer, starting with my father."
"Is this the trend? That famous Panty Hero also wears a triangle brief, right?"
"Oh, yes... Panty Hero..."
Pita laughed lightly at his brazen stubbornness and spread out Bread's washed clothes on the hangers. It was well past the evening and it was completely dark, and it was raining without notice.
"You'd better sleep here. Call your mother."
"Okay, because mom knows I have nowhere else to go outside of my house other than here. But what if it rains and my clothes don't dry?"
"If they won't dry out tomorrow morning, just put on my clothes and go home, because I'm going to work early tomorrow morning, so when you wake up, you'll just have breakfast with Candy."
"Why are you suddenly going to work in the morning tomorrow? You originally decided to take the weekend off, right?"
"The boss told me that he had something in the morning. But he's taken care of the overtime pay, so it's okay."
No matter how much he has a sister for him to feed, he was still a terrifyingly sincere fellow. It didn't seem to make much difference in their childhood when they were hanging out together, but when he saw his friend like this, he felt like his friend was suddenly a grown-up.
Staring at the strangely strange friend, Pita's back of the head, Bread fell asleep.
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