"He had a flashy motorcycle. I often rode on the back, waving my arms and singing 'Peach Blossoms Blooming Everywhere' into the wind. He'd turn around, frown, and tell me to quit showing off and hold on tight."
"Yes, I used to think that was love."
"When disaster struck, I ran away. My punishment was to fall into the ordinary drudgery of real life."
"Fortunately, because of you, I've started to fall in love with this kind of ordinary life."
A same-sex dating group called the "Scumbag Protection Association," two rare, popular male authors who write BL, and a fate that brought them together many years ago, then revealed its mystery in the most romantic way years later.
In those years, they were hurt by scumbags, and they were scumbags in other people's eyes, too.
The years of hurting and being hurt are gone for good.
The story of loving and being loved goes on.
It's been three years and there are only 18,588 words.
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