Yaoi

Ban lives in District Zero’s slum as an errand service worker. This means he does errands for others; they usually don’t want to do them. One day Ban was working for his criminal employer Shinwi; he had to complete an errand that took him to find out something unknown to him – Project W. Ban wants to find out about Project W, because he wants to help Ray; Ray was a police officer who took Ban in as a child and whom Ban has loved secretly his entire life. As Ban looks for information on Project W’s substance and the related conspiracy, he begins to uncover information that Ray has hidden from him while trying to decide between his loyalty to Shinwi and his love for Ray.

“Here’s my suggestion: Let’s have sexual intercourse whenever I want to.”

Han-gyeol Jo glanced at his computer, paying attention to the monitor that displayed the above words and then scanned his deserted work area to ensure that no one saw him reading it. Typical behavior from a male who is living a double life.

Daytime: assistant manager. Professional. Well-dressed. An employee who arrives early, leaves late, and never gives anyone a reason to take notice.

Nighttime: BJ (Boy Jock). One of the most prominent figures in the worldwide live webcasting industry. Openly gay and proud of it. Loved by a fan base (his “dudes”) that spans three different continents. A type of attention that could never intersect with his day job.

He has spent…..years constructing strong boundaries between these two identities. Carefully and very purposefully. In his mind there are two separate realities; there are no connections between them.

At our high school graduation, the rival who had tangled with me for years suddenly confessed that he liked me. It was completely different from the victory I imagined, but still, I thought I had won. I walked away believing the score between us was finally settled.

That is, until years later, when he reappeared with a small child clinging to his hand.

A son.

Disgust and irritation flare up all at once. A shameless fool… If his heart was going to waver that easily, why did he confess in the first place?

But fine. It doesn’t matter anymore. The past, his choices, the kid—none of it changes what I already know.

If I wanted to drag him back into my bed, it would be the easiest thing in the world.

In this bitter, twisted reunion, the line between victory and desire grows dangerously thin.