Whose Arms Is the Puppy in Today?

[I can’t keep writing this, so I’m dropping it]

One-on-one, both leads are pure, and so are all the couples!

Older man/younger man, older man/younger man, older man/younger man

[Looks like I’ve started posting, but I’ve actually already finished the draft]

One early summer night, bartender Ji Jin found a poor little thing in a private room at his bar, abandoned by his friends.

The guy was curled up in the corner of the sofa, face streaked with tears, and hadn’t even paid his tab. Ji Jin leaned against the doorframe and watched him for a while. Pretty, soft, like a piece of chewy candy someone had tossed by the roadside, the kind you couldn’t help wanting to pick up and squeeze.

So he took him home.

Cheng Dan was a twenty-one-year-old tattoo artist who smiled like a puppy and talked so much he could drown in his own words. His body was covered in tattoos of flowers, birds, fish, and bugs, but he himself was as soft as a freshly steamed rice cake. He thought Ji Jin was a good person. Ji Jin thought: I’m not.

He was just bored and wanted to tease this pretty kid.

But he never expected this piece of chewy candy to be not only sticky, but hot to the touch.

He made breakfast every day, sent two hundred messages sharing the little details of his life, waited for him on the sofa until four in the morning, and even after being bullied until his face was bright red, earnestly told him, “You’re so nice.”

In his twenty-seven years, Ji Jin had never realized that getting attached to a puppy could be addictive.

“You look easy to fool.”

“I’m not easy to fool! I’m just... having a bit of bad luck today.”

“What about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow I won’t be unlucky.”

Later, Cheng Dan realized that from the day he met Ji Jin, he had never had bad luck again.