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- Surprise! - My ass!

Pressing like that, why don't you just take the bell home?

Then let me borrow it for a few days.

Why are you two with them?

P' No said he's P' Type's friend, so I brought him with us.

Aren't I smart?

Don't be too trusting, especially with people like them.

Hold on a sec.

What's wrong with people like us, huh?

Our faces scream 'nice guys'. Just a smile and people approach us.

But your face...

You can scare people off with just a frown.

Looks like you forget the taste of my beating.

P' Type, don't worry about me. I have P' Cir by my side.

He can take care of me, right?

It's my job.

Fine, come in if you want.

- Of course! - You've already come this far.

- Come. Ouch! - Hey, what's going on!

- You stepped on my foot! - Sorry, I didn't mean to.

You two can eat with us.

So can you tell me what the occasion for this party is?

I just wanted to meet up with my friends.

Because my friend and I barely saw each other.

Because my friend is so clinging to his hubby.

You mean Champ?

I mean you, damn! Hold on. Speaking of Champ.

We're also here to celebrate that his restaurant hasn't gone bankrupt...

...after opening for a month.

And what's that got to do with you, No?

Oh, it's got nothing to do with me. I'm just looking for more excuses.

Champ, No is cursing your restaurant to go bankrupt.

Hey Tharn, wait a sec. Did I think too loud?

You can't be more obvious.

No, you're cursing my restaurant?

Sorry, I didn't mean to. I was thinking too loud.

- What a bunch of idiots. - What?

Don't mind them, Phugun. Just let these clowns be.

But I'm having fun. You guys seem very close.

I'm his No.1 friend.

You can say that I'm present in every millisecond of Type's life.

I'mma take this if you don't shut up.

Hey, that's my chicken! Dammit, Champ!

- Let your friends eat too. - There are many left.

I bought it and my income isn't as high as yours.

- 'Cause you talk too much. Just dig in. - The hell?

Don't steal another piece.

Phu, we met them in our freshman year.

But Type and No have been friends since high school, right?

- Right. - So how did you meet them, P' Champ?

Oh, I lived on campus from the start.

One day, Type wanted to switch rooms, so No came to ask me.

Good thing we didn't do it.

This is nice. You guys have been friends for a long time and are very close.

Yeah.

By the way, you've been dating for seven years, right?

It's been seven years.

But I still love Type like I did in our first year.

Here comes the first blow.

Have you ever heard of the 'seven-year itch' curse?

Are you afraid?

No.

It's not scary at all.

- You're not afraid? - Yeah.

But I am.

I'm afraid...

...that you'd stop loving me.

- What's wrong? - I wanna barf...

...but don't wanna waste the chicken I ate.

You can still be lovey-dovey after seven years?

By the way, have you guys experienced any bad luck?

For me, the worst I've encountered is my boss.

Hold on, what's that got to do with the seven-year itch?

I said I'm not afraid of it.

No matter what happens, I'll be holding Type's hand...

...and make it through everything.

Champ, call Doc. I need a blood sugar test.

Inject insulin into my belly right now.

Say what?

Easy, dude. Put it down first. It's sharp, you can't. Let's eat.

Want to talk to me?

You can tell?

I see you and P' Type love each other so much.

I love Type very much.

And he really loves me too, but he just doesn't admit it.

I love Phugun too.

I want to be with him for a long time.

Just like your couple.

Don't follow in our footsteps. Type is pretty unique.

Actually...

...he doesn't want to tell anyone that we're in a relationship.

Really?

I think I'd better give them a hand.

Okay.

Ha! Dumbass! UNO!

Let me see. You've got 5, but you didn't play it.

- Dude, your hands are full. - 'Cause I saw a Yellow card.

P' No, I only have one card left.

One card?

I'm the winner. Come on, it's just a game.

Who do I choose?

Well...

Then I choose you, Type.

- Come on. - Just give your order.

I order you to...

...kiss Tharn's lips.

Hold on, Daddy. Sit still for a sec.

I like it.

Hold still, handsome. He orders me to do it.

Fine, I'll hold still.

Who is it, Type?

It's my senior colleague.

- I'll take the call outside. - Okay, just go.

Bummer, what a perfect timing to make a call.

Deal the cards. I'll get you this turn.

Bring it on!

Do you even know what 'winning' is?

- Wanna take it outside? - Take it easy, Mr. Ex-Boxer.

Don't worry too much.

Phugun.

Gonna bully me again?

Hey, don't think like that. What do you take me for?

Can I have you LINE ID, please?

Yeah, gimme your LINE ID. Hurry!

- Just give it to me. - Okay.

Hurry up.

- But... - What?

Don't text me too often.

Why?

Someone will get jealous.

Okay, whatever.

- Just kidding. - It's fine, just send me his contact info.

What's up, dude? Everything's fine. Nothing fishy at all. So what's up?

We're dealing cards. There's nothing fishy at all.

Shuffling! Shuffling!

- I need to go to the hospital. - Who's sick?

- My boss's called me in. - On your day off?

I wonder what's going on too.

Let me give you a ride.

Then we'd better return to our room. Come on, P' Cir.

Gotta go too.

I'm leaving too. Gotta go to my restaurant.

- See you. - What do you mean 'see you'?

We came together. Wait a minute!

Hey, take me with you. We came together.

Don't leave me, man.