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@✧han jisung Just as I'm about to apologize for making him uncomfortable, the food comes out and the waitress sets it on the table. I can't bring myself to take a bite of anything because I'm still trying to function normally. Jisung, sweet boy Jisung, is a Little. He carries around a blue binkie and probably cuddles with stuffies when he gets home. My heart can't take it.

Since I'm on a selfish streak, I decide to keep it up. Looking up at him with a tight grin and feeling like my stomach is knotting, I say, "You're a good baby boy, aren't you? Wanna go somewhere with Daddy?"

@✧han jisung Producing and writing make sense since he's a Music major. Although the nervous way he glides right over the host bar tells me it's something else he doesn't want to talk about it (so many secrets), I can't help dwelling on it. I don't claim to be a connoisseur in host bars, but I know there are few different kinds. Some are just particularly handsome men serving food and drink. Others are...more intense? Call me a , but my mind immediately pictures Jisung floating around in a maid outfit while greasy men make grabby hands at his skirt. I'm both intrigued and pissed off.

Unable to control myself, I say, "Jisung, have you ever heard of little space? I think you have. If I'm not mistaken, that was a binkie earlier."

@✧han jisung I swear, this boy is going to be the end of me. I laugh at how lovely he is.

"An order of chicken nuggets with fries and a burger set, please," I say, handing the menus over to the waitress. "And two colas. Thanks, Jan."

Our waitress walks away, and my eyes are back on Jisung, admiring his eye smile and the way his giggles ring out little, pretty bells. My heart's throbbing. I already adore him.

"Jisung, you already know I'm a vet and friends with your dorky professor. Do you work, or have any hobbies?"