Destruction

BL Guide
Setting/Genre: Modern

Story Keywords: Modern setting, fantasy elements, crime/underworld, mystery/occult, handsome top, ex-gangster top, dominant top, obsessive top, top who’s gentle only to the bottom, sly top, prickly top, hurt top, highly skilled top, beautiful bottom, cheerful bottom, proactive bottom, puppy-like bottom, hopeless college student bottom, serious tone, event-driven, post-apocalypse, third-person POV

Top: Jung Woobeom (32) – He left the thug life behind, wanting to live quietly, but then the virus hit. He realizes, to his confusion, that the attachment he had for his younger brother who died in childhood is now unconsciously being directed at Yoon Saejin.

Bottom: Yoon Saejin (25) – He’s not particularly good at anything, but he’s not terrible either. A college student doing his best not to be a burden to Woobeom. Day by day, he’s becoming Woobeom’s personal clingy puppy. Everything Woobeom does looks cool to him.

Read when: You want to see an ex-gangster top fall for a bold but endearing college student bottom.

Notable Quote:
“If you’re scared, just think of it like you’re the one fucking me.”
“Huh…?”
“Good for you, Yoon Saejin. You got to fuck me.”

It only took a moment for South Korea to be paralyzed by a “new virus” that spread through nothing more than physical contact. The infection had a 100% mortality rate. Its most prominent symptom, a high fever, melted the eyes and brain, inevitably leading the infected to death.

But the catastrophe didn’t stop there.

Those who had died from the virus came back to life as if it were some kind of cruel joke, looking like something straight out of a zombie movie.

The night of the university’s end-of-semester party, Saejin witnessed what looked like a murder scene.
Scared the man might kill him too, he tried to run, but ended up getting caught.

“Hey.”
“Y-yeah? Me?”

The voice sounded like he’d get hit if he didn’t answer. As Saejin snapped his eyes open, the man standing in his line of sight had a nasty scowl on his face.

“You got a death wish or something? That way’s crawling with freakish bastards.”

“Huh…?”

The man gave a nudge with the tip of his shoe to a creature lying at his feet.

‘What… what is that?’

The person he’d beaten down looked more like a monster. Its face, lit by the streetlamp, was charred black, and its skin was covered in burn-like blisters. The shut eyelids were sunken in, and some kind of sticky fluid—maybe pus, maybe tears—was seeping out between the lashes.

What the hell was that thing? It clearly had a human shape, but the wrongness of it made Saejin’s skin crawl. The only word that came to mind was “monster.”

“I get that you bolted because you misunderstood something, but does that look human to you?”