LOGINOkay, 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.
View MoreThe 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
The 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
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
The 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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