PUBG: Looking for Love? I'll Carry You to a Chicken Dinner

[Younger top, one-on-one romance, happy ending, they've met]

Jian Songxing had a childhood friend he was very close to. They were so close that people around them used to tease them about their relationship.

It was because of that bond that Jian Songxing tried PUBG, a game he'd never played before. But his childhood friend never invited him to play, always tossing out the same casual remark: “Xingxing, once you get a little better, we'll play together.”

Jian Songxing looked at his abysmal K/D and had no idea how good he had to be, so he threw himself into the game to improve.

Since he had no idea what he was doing, he simply picked a random lucky teammate and followed him around like a little shadow. Wherever the other player went, he went. Whatever the other player did, he did.

When they finally made it to the final circle, the other player told him to hide in a house, then single-handedly wiped out a whole squad and won the chicken dinner.

After an easy win, Jian Songxing left the match and wanted to play another. Then his lucky teammate from the last game sent him a party invite: “This little guy's pretty fun.”

Jian Songxing: “...?”

What was fun about him? Was being bad at the game fun?

Well, you don't turn down a carry when one shows up at your door.

So Jian Songxing teamed up with him every time he played PUBG. The other player carried him to chicken dinners, dropped supplies for him, and even let him loot first. He was practically treated like an emperor, and he forgot all about how unhappy his childhood friend had made him.

Gradually, he and the pro got closer. They exchanged contact information, and Jian Songxing learned his name: Chen Heng.

Chen Heng never overthought things. When someone insulted him during a game, he'd say, “Shut up. You're distracting me.”

When Jian Songxing was upset after arguing with his childhood friend, Chen Heng messaged him two hours later: “Come downstairs. I'm outside your dorm.”

Jian Songxing: “...?”

Jian Songxing didn't get it, but he went downstairs anyway.

The man standing quietly below had a face straight out of a game, a wardrobe worthy of a fashion magazine, and was, in a word, breathtaking.

He walked closer and looked down at Jian Songxing. “Satisfied?”

Jian Songxing: “...Huh?”

Chen Heng: “With my face.”

Jian Songxing: “Satisfied, satisfied...”

Before he could finish, his childhood friend ran over to apologize and pulled him close, glaring at Chen Heng with hostility. “Xingxing, who is he?”

Chen Heng frowned at the hand on Jian Songxing. “You get this upset over someone who looks like that? He's just like the tortoise my dad keeps.”

Jian Songxing: “?”

Childhood friend: “???”

Then Chen Heng held out his hand to Jian Songxing. “If you don't care who it is, why not try liking someone else?”

Jian Songxing's brain exploded.

Wait, nobody told him this was part of the plot...

#How did my childhood-friend romance turn into a love-from-nowhere story#

#And why is your love-from-nowhere breaking in like a burglar#

A combative, sharp-tongued, straightforward top who says, “If it's yes, it's yes. If it's no, I'll fight you to the death,” x a sweet, easygoing bottom who says, “Mm-hm, sounds good, whatever you think.”

(More specifically: a perceptive, clingy puppy of a top who is crazy about older guys and says exactly what he thinks x a sincere, adorably clueless, emotionally steady capybara of a bottom with strong big-brother energy.)

A love that breaks in like a burglar.

An insane amount of rivalry over the bottom. They have never dated because the childhood friend is secretly nasty. Both are each other's first love.

A slow-burn, everyday romance focused on emotional growth. Xingxing needs time to grow. Not a power-couple story. Includes gaming and livestreaming, with the occasional overwhelming flood of comments. The game details won't be too extensive; they're all there to serve the couple.

Theme: Love turns a cliff into level ground.