My Model (BL)
Okay, this story’s called My Model, and it starts pretty chill.
Soo Ah’s just this regular art student, kind of awkward but sweet, and he needs someone to model for his class project. So, out of nowhere, he asks Devin—the quiet, serious guy with black hair, always dressed sharp, who gives off a mafia-ish vibe but still somehow shows up to school every day like it's normal.
Soo Ah didn’t expect him to say yes.
But Devin just looks at him and goes, “Be your model? Sigh... What a kid. I like you, though.”
And boom. Now they’re meeting every other day, Soo Ah sketching with his ears red, and Devin pretending he’s not secretly enjoying the attention. It’s awkward, cute, and honestly? A little flirty. They don’t even realize how close they’re getting until one day, Devin asks, “You seriously want me to keep doing this?”
And Soo Ah—nervous, but brave—just says, “Yeah. I like you.”
So yeah, it’s a slow-burn, school-life BL. Funny, soft, and a little messy. But it’s about two boys figuring things out through art, teasing, and a whole lot of quiet moments that start to feel like something more.
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Chapter: Side Story 4The war had ended quietly.No fireworks, no grand speeches. Just silence — the kind that follows years of chaos, when the world finally exhales after holding its breath for too long.Soo-ah walked along the pier, the sea wind tugging at his coat. Istanbul’s skyline shimmered in the distance, but for the first time in years, there were no shadows chasing him, no missions waiting in encrypted files. Only the soft rhythm of the waves and the scent of salt.He’d thought peace would feel easier.But peace came with ghosts.He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small silver lighter — old, dented, and engraved with the initials D.H.Devin Harlow. His partner. His rival. His—something more.A voice broke the stillness behind him. “You still carry that thing?”Soo-ah turned, breath catching before he could stop himself.Devin stood there — alive, real, smiling faintly beneath the soft amber glow of the pier lights. His blond hair was shorter now, slicked back instead of messy, but those oc
Last Updated: 2025-10-30
Chapter: Side Story 3The war was over — at least, that’s what everyone kept saying. The missions, the blood, the betrayal… all of it had ended months ago.But for Soo-ah, peace didn’t come easily.He stood by the window of a safe house in the hills of Prague, watching the snow fall in slow, silent spirals. His breath fogged the glass, but he didn’t move. He wasn’t waiting for anyone — at least, that’s what he told himself.Behind him, soft footsteps broke the stillness.“Couldn’t sleep again?” a voice asked quietly.Soo-ah didn’t need to turn around. He recognized that voice anywhere.“Devin,” he said softly. “You shouldn’t be up either.”The blond man leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression unreadable in the dim light. “Sleep doesn’t work for me anymore. You know that.”Soo-ah smiled faintly, without humor. “Guess we’re both broken, then.”Devin pushed away from the wall and walked toward him, stopping beside the window. The reflection of the snow painted his face in cold silver. “You
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Chapter: Side Story 2 The war had ended quietly — not with explosions, not with the roar of collapsing towers, but with the faint hum of the morning city after too many sleepless nights.Soo-ah stood by the window of the small apartment overlooking Seoul. The sunlight crept in through the blinds, touching her skin like a hesitant apology. It had been weeks since they dismantled Lazarus’s network and exposed the corruption buried inside their own agency. Weeks since she last held a gun, or looked over her shoulder expecting to see a target’s reflection.Now, there was only silence.But silence, she was learning, could be its own kind of noise.Behind her, the kettle clicked off. Sang-woo poured tea into two cups — simple green ceramic ones he’d found in a small shop near the harbor. He carried them over, setting one beside her.“You’ve been awake since before dawn,” he said quietly.Soo-ah didn’t turn. “Old habits.”Sang-woo leaned against the wall, watching her profile in the morning light. Her hair was lo
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Chapter: Side Story 1The world outside was still recovering from the storm.Rain had washed the streets clean, leaving the air heavy with petrichor and the scent of wet earth. The city lights shimmered against puddles on the asphalt, refracting colors like fragments of a shattered dream.Soo-ah sat by the window of the safehouse, a thin blanket wrapped around her shoulders, the faint glow of her tablet lighting her face.Her hair was still damp from the rain, a few loose strands clinging to her cheek. The clock on the wall ticked steadily — 2:13 AM.For once, there was no mission briefing, no encrypted calls, no danger clawing at the back of her mind.Just silence.And that was what scared her the most.Every time the world went quiet, memories returned — the ones she’d buried under layers of discipline and duty. The screams from the lab. The smell of smoke. The way Sang-woo had looked at her that night when he told her “Don’t you dare die on me.”She shut her eyes, trying to focus on the soft rhythm of r
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Chapter: Epilogue — The Quiet AfterThe night sky above Seoul was bruised with clouds, heavy and dark, reflecting the chaos that simmered in the city below. Sirens wailed in the distance, their cries cutting through the silence like ghosts that refused to rest.On the rooftop of the old agency headquarters, Soo-ah stood with the cold wind tearing at her hair, her gun steady in her hand.This was it — the final confrontation.Behind her, Sang-woo climbed up the stairwell, his face lit only by the flicker of flames rising from the burning lower floors. The building they once called home was crumbling — both literally and morally. Everything they’d believed in had been twisted, and tonight, they would end it.“Are you sure this is where he’ll come?” Sang-woo asked, walking up beside her. His voice was calm, but his eyes — those sharp, steady eyes — were alive with fury.“He has to,” Soo-ah replied, scanning the horizon. “He started all of this here. He’ll want to end it the same way.”Lightning flashed across the clouds. F
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Chapter: You mean me?The night sky over Seoul burned crimson.Helicopters hovered in the distance, their searchlights slicing through the smoke that curled above the collapsed structure of the old agency headquarters. The sound of sirens, the distant rumble of explosions, and the soft hiss of rain blended into a single, chaotic symphony.Soo-ah stood amidst the wreckage, blood seeping from a cut along her temple. Her breathing was shallow, her body trembling from exhaustion, but her grip on the encrypted drive never faltered.Behind her, Sang-woo stumbled forward, one arm pressed against his side where a bullet had grazed him. “You got it?” he asked hoarsely.She nodded, wiping the rain and blood from her cheek. “The files… everything. The proof of Project Kestrel, the names, the chain of command — it’s all here.”He exhaled shakily, relief and disbelief mingling in his voice. “Then it’s over.”But even as he said it, they both knew it wasn’t.A faint crack echoed through the ruins — the unmistakable clic
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Chapter: Your first lesson.The silence that settled after their agreement was not the empty void of before. It was a charged, humming quiet, like the moment before a lightning strike. The dynamic in the room had irrevocably shifted. Jay was no longer a captive audience. He was a co-conspirator, and the air thrummed with the terrifying potential of their alliance.Rafe moved to a sleek, modern bar cart, the crystal decanters catching the city lights. He poured two fingers of a deep amber whiskey into a fresh glass and held it out to Jay. It was not a request, but a ritual. The first act of their partnership.Jay hesitated for only a second before crossing the room and taking the glass. His fingers brushed against Rafe’s. The contact was brief, electric. It was no longer the violating touch of a captor, but the deliberate contact of a partner. Acknowledged. Accepted.“To the destruction of our enemies,” Rafe said, his voice a low, resonant vibration. He raised his own glass.Jay met his gaze, the cold fire in his
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Chapter: I want alignment.The air in Rafe’s suite was different now. Before, it had been thick with threat and coercion. Now, it crackled with a new, dangerous potential. Jay stood just inside the doorway, no longer a prisoner tentatively crossing a threshold, but a man entering a negotiation. The transformation was palpable. The slump of defeat was gone from his shoulders, replaced by a straight-backed readiness. The fear in his eyes had been burned away, leaving behind a cool, assessing clarity.Rafe watched him, a connoisseur appreciating a fundamental shift in a masterpiece. He gestured with his glass towards a pair of low-slung leather chairs positioned before the dark, empty fireplace. “Then talk.”Jay didn’t move to sit. He remained standing, a deliberate power play. “First, a question. Why tell me? You had leverage. You had me isolated, terrified, and ready to break. You could have used Park’s secret to manipulate me indefinitely. Why give me that weapon?”A faint, approving smile touched Rafe’s lips.
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Chapter: Just part of the show.The silence after Rafe’s exit was a physical entity, a heavy, suffocating blanket that smothered the air in the room. Jay did not move from the armchair. He was a statue carved from shock and grief, his hands still gripping the armrests as if they were the only solid things in a universe that had just been unmade.It's a performance, Jae-Hyun-ah. Just part of the show.His mother’s voice, a ghost from a buried past, echoed in the new, horrifying context Rafe had provided. The quiet desperation in her tone, the resigned sadness he had been too young to comprehend—it hadn’t been about national security. It had been about a broken heart. It had been about her husband’s love for another man.And Director Park… the stern, imposing figure who had been his anchor in the storm of his adolescence… he hadn’t been a savior. He had been a collector. A curator of the remnants of the man he had loved. Jay’s entire life—the grueling training, the blind loyalty, the suppression of his own dynamic, th
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Chapter: I chose that life.The confrontation with Lorenzo had left a residue of filth on Jay’s skin that no shower could wash away. He stood under the scalding water until his skin was raw and pink, but the memory of that obsessive touch, the violating whisper, remained etched into his nerves. When he emerged, wrapped in a thick hotel robe, the suite felt different. It was no longer just a prison; it was the eye of a hurricane, a temporary calm between the violent forces of the two Bianchi brothers.He found Rafe not in the bedroom, but in the main living area of the suite, standing by the window with a glass of water. He had changed into dark, casual trousers and a simple black sweater, the informal attire making him seem both more approachable and more terrifyingly real. He didn't turn as Jay entered, but his reflection in the dark glass watched him."Your heart is still racing," Rafe stated, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. "You are safe now.""Safe?" Jay's laugh was brittle. "I'm in a room with a m
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Chapter: His obsession is a problem.The encounter with Rafe had left Jay feeling flayed open, his nerves scraped raw and exposed to the air. The proposition—no, the ultimatum—echoed in the silent room, a seismic shift in the landscape of his life. Mate. The word was a brand, searing away his past and etching a terrifying future in its place. He had retreated to his room, the adrenaline receding to leave a hollow, trembling exhaustion in its wake. He needed a moment. A single, clear moment to think, to plan, to find a crack in the impossible situation he was in.He never got it.The lock on his suite door clicked with a soft, final sound that was entirely too familiar. Jay’s head snapped up from where he sat on the edge of his bed, his heart instantly hammering against his ribs. It wasn't Rafe. The energy was different. Lighter, more fluid, and infinitely more volatile.Lorenzo Bianchi slipped inside as if he owned the space, closing the door behind him with a quiet push. He was, once again, a vision of carefully constru
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Chapter: That is the priority.The atmosphere in Rafe's penthouse office was a stark contrast to the charged intimacy of the hotel suite. Here, the air was cold, sterile, and smelled of old money and new danger. Floor-to-ceiling windows presented a sprawling, indifferent view of Milan, a chessboard for the men who stood within.Rafe stood by the window, his back to the room, a crystal glass of neat whiskey in his hand. The quiet click of the door announced the arrival he’d been expecting."Brother," a voice, bright and sharp as a new razor, cut through the silence.Rafe didn't turn. "Lorenzo."Lorenzo Bianchi strode into the room, a whirlwind of chaotic energy contained within an impeccably tailored maroon suit. He threw himself into a large leather armchair, propping his polished shoes on the edge of Rafe's obsidian desk—a deliberate act of provocation."I hear you've been collecting pets," Lorenzo said, a wide, teasing grin on his face. "And using my good name to do it. I'm touched, really. Is he as fun as he loo
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