On the day he was about to confess to his boyfriend of 10 years, he stole his brother’s underwear. “This is all good. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve been to my house while I’m away. But wouldn’t the story be different if it were my panties in that hand?” “What about panties ……” I reflexively grabbed his hand and felt the piece of cloth layered on the gift on my fingertips. “The panties you were wearing too.” “!” “Have you still not made up your mind?” Damn it. “You liked me. It’s been about 10 years, maybe?” I couldn’t tell the truth in front of him who was so confident. Oppa, that’s a mistake. The one I like is your brother!