Not Just For Show
When nineteen-year-old engineering student Sky is scouted by Dream Entertainment, he thinks it’s a scam—until life throws him into financial uncertainty and he decides to take the leap. What starts as a desperate attempt to help his family quickly evolves into something far more complicated: a chance to star in a reality show where contestants pair up and compete for a coveted lead role in a new Boys’ Love (BL) series.
Night, a successful but emotionally guarded model, isn’t the type to sign on for flashy reality shows—until he sees Sky’s casting photo and feels something he can’t explain. Against his manager’s advice and his own better judgment, he joins the project, drawn to the boy with the shy smile and uncertain eyes.
Thrown into a house with six striking and wildly different contestants, Sky and Night are assigned roommates—others, not each other—and must navigate awkward first impressions, lip-sync battles, late-night conversations, and the growing tension between competition and connection. As the cameras roll and emotions blur, the question that hanging in the air: Is this just a path to fame in the entertainment industry—or is it something real?
Is it all just for show?
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Chapter: DinnerThe dining table was set generously, offering enough food for six men: steaming bowls of curry, grilled meats, fresh vegetables, and a large pot of rice at the center. The table, a long square configuration, had six chairs—three facing three.There was no assigned seating. The contestants were free to choose.Sky followed just a step behind Night as they descended the stairs, his hand trailing lightly on the railing. When they entered the dining area, the staff didn’t say anything—but subtly gestured toward the small belt pack hanging from their chairs.Sky understood. Time to turn on their mics.Night silently flicked his mic switch on. Sky did the same.Then, without a word, Night walked to the far end of
Last Updated: 2025-06-18
Chapter: Finally it’s D-DayThe bright sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of the grand house, now transformed into a set. Hidden cameras blinked silently from every corner, catching every detail. Large boom mics hovered above the rooms like curious birds. A dozen staff members scurried around for final checks—testing audio levels, adjusting lights, fluffing pillows. The once cozy villa now gleamed under stage lights, ready to become the scene of love, rivalry, laughter, and possibly heartbreak.The rules were simple: enter the house whenever you’re ready. No scripted order, no dramatic music cues. Just real people walking into what could change their lives.The first one to step inside was Sam.With a cool confidence that matched the crisp lines of his fitted blazer, Sam strode into the house as though he’d lived there all his life. A former fitness influencer with over half a million followers, Sam was used to cameras—but this was different. Still, his tall frame (a solid 180cm), sharp jawline, and piercin
Last Updated: 2025-06-06
Chapter: Prepare for the D-DayAfter the meeting at Dream Entertainment, Sky didn’t hear anything from them. No follow-up email. No phone call. Nothing.For a while, he even started to wonder if the entire thing had been just a dream—some bizarre fever-dream brought on by sleep deprivation and too much instant coffee.But the truth was, he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Finals were around the corner, and engineering students were known for getting battered during exam season almost as much as med students. He barely had time to breathe, let alone worry about his possible future on a BL variety show.His routine became a relentless loop: wake up groggy, cram knowledge into his skull, stumble to class, work on his group projects, try to eat something (if he remembered), study until his eyeballs felt like they’d fall out, then crash for a few hours and do it all over again.There was a moment—three days before his last exam—where he woke up with his face stuck to his notes and drool smudging his pen marks. That was
Last Updated: 2025-06-06
Chapter: The heart know what it wantsOn paper, Night had it all.With sculpted features that seemed carved by a Renaissance artist, piercing eyes that captured the camera like a magnet, and a physique honed by discipline and time, he was every photographer’s dream. Fashion campaigns, magazine covers, runway shows—Night had done them all. From Seoul to Milan, his face had already started becoming recognizable in the modeling world. Most people in his shoes would have continued chasing the catwalk spotlight. Why wouldn’t they? The money was steady, the attention addictive, and the path ahead clear.But then came that email.It had arrived in his inbox one late night after a shoot for a clothes brand. Tired, slightly sleepy, and scrolling aimlessly through his phone, Night had clicked open the message from a sender named Dream Entertainment. He almost ignored it. Spam, probably. But curiosity got the better of him.Dear Mr. Night, We’ve been following your recent campaigns and believe you embody the exact charisma and look
Last Updated: 2025-06-04
Chapter: How It All BeganBefore his days were packed with events, shoots, and fan meetings, Sky was just an ordinary university student living with his parents and two younger sisters in a medium-sized house. Life was simple. He went to classes, worked in the mechanical engineering workshop, did his assignments, and came home before dinner. No flashing cameras, no stylists, no scripts—just normal, quiet routine.But life has a way of turning upside down when you least expect it.It all started on a random weekday afternoon. He was helping a classmate with a group project in the workshop, both of them covered in sawdust and oil smudges, when a well-dressed man approached him out of nowhere. The man handed him a sleek white name card with the shimmering logo of Dream Entertainment stamped in gold.“If you’re interested in some side work—modeling, commercials, maybe more—call this number,” the man said with a practiced smile.Sky blinked at the card, then at the man, then back at the card.“…Uh, thanks?”Of cour
Last Updated: 2025-06-04
Chapter: Night Doesn’t Seem to Stop Anytime SoonThe black automatic sedan sat motionless in the gridlocked traffic, its sleek frame gleaming under the fading afternoon sun. Inside, the air was still, save for the quiet hum of the engine and the soft murmur of city life beyond the tinted windows. Two young men occupied the front seats — both striking in appearance, yet in very different ways.The man in the driver’s seat rested his arm on the wheel, his posture relaxed, almost languid. With a calm expression and sharp features, he looked unfazed by the congestion that had held them hostage for nearly twenty minutes. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying the rare moment of stillness. His dark eyes remained focused on the road ahead, though a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.Beside him sat a smaller, more delicate figure — cute in the kind of way that could disarm even the most hardened heart. His soft features and expressive eyes made him look like someone who belonged in a magazine spread, not in the middle of a traffic jam
Last Updated: 2025-06-04
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