Black Fly

“So you’re gay, huh?” There was no reason to be surprised all over again, yet somehow, the cigarette he’d been holding between his lips fell with a soft *thud*. Looking down at the boy with the pudgy body and short stature that only reached his chest, Do Geon-woo frowned. Even if rumors had spread all over the neighborhood that he was gay, did he really give off such an easygoing impression that even a kid he didn’t know would act like this? But then, this little runt went and said this. “You probably wouldn’t date someone short and fat like me.” He should have just ignored it, but the boy’s drooping mouth corners, like a drenched puppy, were annoyingly distracting for no reason. He, ...