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: The Ethics of CuriosityA slow dissolution into the world they had shaped.Kael lived to see his own hair turn the colour of Umbrian stone. At seventy, he stepped down from the last of his formal roles, a ceremonial position on the Stewards’ Council that had evolved from the Family Advisory Board. His retirement party was held in the Atrium of the Commons. It was filled with faces from a hundred different fields—a sculptor, a climate data analyst, the founder of a cooperative asteroid-mining venture, a poet who had won a Trust prize. His son, Alessio, now with threads of grey in his own dark hair and a laugh worn smooth by a happy life, gave a speech that was funny, warm, and contained not a single mention of legacy or empire. They toasted to “the next question.”Afterwards, Kael returned to Umbria for good. Not to the main house, which he had donated to become a retreat for artists and ecologists, but to a small, modern villa he’d built on the hill overlooking the wild patch. From his terrace, he could watc
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Chapter: PreciselyThe years unfurled like the seasons in the wild patch—predictable in their cycle, unpredictable in their detail. Alessio Bianchi, at twenty-five, bore the genetic imprint of his lineage—the sharp analytical mind, the unsettling calm—but it was alloyed with a lightness his grandfather never possessed. He was a professor of Emergent Systems at a small, progressive university in Lisbon, more interested in how slime molds solved transport problems than in global finance. He surfed. He fell in love with a fiery Portuguese marine biologist who laughed at his attempts to model her coral reef data. He was, by any measure of his ancestors, free.Kael, now fifty, watched his son’s life with a quiet awe. The machinery of legacy, the terrible, beautiful engine his parents had built and then dismantled, had produced this: a man who used his inheritance of intellect not to control, but to understand. Kael’s own work was that of a master weaver, gently guiding the threads of the Hundred Trusts, ensu
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Chapter: Atrium of the Commons.Ten years after the ashes settled in Umbria, the world still bore the fingerprints of his logic, softened by time and the chaos of a billion other choices.Kael, now thirty-five, was less a king and more the respected chair of a rotating council that oversaw the interface between the Hundred Trusts and the messy reality of global governance. He wore his authority lightly. He had a laugh line at the corner of his eye, a gift from his son, Alessio, now a gangly, brilliant eighteen-year-old who argued quantum physics at the dinner table and spent his summers volunteering on a coral reef restoration project funded by the Oceania Trust.Elara Vogt, at seventy, was a living monument in Frankfurt. Her hair was a stunning, defiant silver, her mind as sharp as a scalpel. She had won a Nobel Prize for her work in targeted cellular repair. The castle of science she had built was now an open university, attracting the brightest minds who saw her not as a shadowy power, but as a rigorous, demandin
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Chapter: Own your contradictions.The heart attack, when it came, was not a dramatic, crushing fist. It was a sudden, profound system failure, a quiet short-circuit in the machine that had run at peak efficiency for so long. There was no pain, just a wave of immense, weighted stillness, a feeling of circuits disconnecting all at once.He was in Umbria. Not in the grand solar, but in a small, sun-drenched alcove off the library he’d built for Kael’s archives. He had been reading a report—not a corporate dossier, but a field study from one of the Hundred Trusts on the reintroduction of wolves in the Apennines. He’d been tracking their progress for years, a private fascination. The paper slipped from his fingers.He did not think of the past in a rushing montage. There were no ghosts. There was only a profound, spreading quiet, and a single, clear image behind his eyes: the wild patch at the edge of the vineyard, thistles against a deep blue sky, buzzing with life he did not control.Then, nothing.The news travelled not
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Chapter: NonnoTen years later.The air in the Milan penthouse was not the same. It was lighter, older. The ghost of Rafe’s oppressive majesty had long since dissipated, replaced by the lingering scent of paper from the archives of the Hundred Trusts, which were now housed in the lower floors. The building was no longer just a command center; it was a library, a think tank, the quiet administrative heart of a vast, decentralized ecosystem.Jay was fifty-seven. His hair was steel-grey at the temples, his face carved with the deep, clean lines of a lifetime of decisions, not of worry. He moved with a slower, more economical grace, like a predator who no longer needed to sprint.He stood on the western terrace, not looking out at the city he owned, but at a holographic projection hovering in the air before him. It was a real-time model of the European energy grid, a dazzling, interconnected web of light. The green nodes—his legacy, the Puglia and North Sea and Andalusian projects—were just a part of th
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Chapter: The Dispersion.The silence in the wake of Elara’s departure was not empty; it was a new kind of pressure, a vacuum demanding a new equilibrium. The empire didn't falter. The machinery, oiled by years of their joint design, hummed on. But the control room was now under single occupancy. Decisions that once required a summit were now decrees. Jay's will, unchallenged by an equal, became an absolute, quiet force.Kael arrived in Vienna, a fifteen-year-old sovereign-in-training carrying a tablet and a preternatural calm. He absorbed the news of the schism without visible reaction, his analytical mind immediately categorizing it as a "structural reconfiguration with a high emotional entropy coefficient.""The Frankfurt assets remain under Strategic Partner Elara's operational control," Kael stated, calling up schematics in the penthouse. "Logistics, the core AI matrices, the Svalbard rebuild. The Milan assets—energy, finance, political influence, cultural holdings—are yours. The systems are interoperable
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