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Maybe Not

作者: Noor
last update 最終更新日: 2025-09-01 20:31:18

The skyline of Istanbul was still lit in the faint glow of dawn when the team finally regrouped in their safehouse. The previous night had been a blur of battles, betrayals, and painful revelations that none of them were prepared to face. Silence sat heavy over the room, each of them carrying wounds that went far beyond the physical.

Sang-woo leaned against the wall, his side still bandaged where the blade had cut him. Every shallow breath reminded him of the fight, of Soo-ah’s trembling hand as she pressed against the bleeding wound, refusing to let him go. Now, as the quiet stretched, he felt her gaze brush against him again and again, hesitant yet unyielding.

Across the table, Yoon-min sat stiffly, his wrists still red from the chains Lazarus had bound him with. His face was pale, and his usually sharp eyes were dulled with exhaustion. He had been rescued, yes, but something about the way he carried himself made Sang-woo uneasy. It was as though part of him had been left behind in
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  • My Model (BL)   The Divide

    The safehouse was quiet in the predawn hours, but the tension was palpable, pressing down on every corner, every surface. Soo-ah sat at the edge of a narrow cot, staring at the wall with a blank expression. His mind wasn’t on the room, the maps, or the weapons—it was on Lazarus.He could still feel the pull, faint but insistent, like a thread tugging at the very center of his being. Every breath, every heartbeat seemed to echo with that unspoken connection. He hated it. And yet, in the same moment, he couldn’t deny the lure.Sang-woo stirred in the corner, checking their surroundings with the meticulous care of someone who had survived too many nights in too many hostile streets. “We need to move soon,” he muttered, his voice low, careful. “He won’t give us another night of peace. You know that.”Soo-ah didn’t respond. His fingers brushed the edge of the wall, feeling the grooves, the cold paint beneath his skin. He felt cornered, trapped between loyalty, fear, and the inexplicable pu

  • My Model (BL)    Don’t—

    Night had fully claimed Istanbul. The city streets glimmered with wet reflections from the recent rain, and the narrow alleyways smelled of damp stone and exhaust. Every shadow seemed longer, every corner sharper, as though the city itself was holding its breath, waiting for what was coming.Soo-ah moved silently beside Sang-woo, every step measured, every sense alert. Devin led the way, scanning the rooftops and backstreets with a precision born of years in the shadows. Yoon-min stayed at the rear, eyes constantly scanning, ears tuned to every whisper of movement.“This place feels… wrong,” Soo-ah murmured, his voice barely audible. He had walked these streets many times before, but tonight, every familiar landmark seemed alien, threatening.Devin didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he slowed, crouching beside a pile of discarded crates, scanning the area. “He’s here,” he said finally, almost in a whisper. “Lazarus is close. Too close.”Sang-woo’s hand tightened around Soo-ah’s should

  • My Model (BL)   He doesn’t own anything!

    The temporary safehouse was a small, abandoned apartment tucked between two shuttered buildings in a quieter district of Istanbul. Its walls were cracked, paint peeling in thin layers, but it was dry, relatively secure, and most importantly—out of sight.Soo-ah sank onto the worn couch, still trembling from the close call in the streets. Rain dripped from his hair, and the smell of wet asphalt clung to his jacket. Sang-woo leaned against the wall opposite him, arms crossed, jaw tight, scanning every shadow in the room as though expecting Lazarus to emerge from the wallpaper. Devin was already seated at the table, cleaning his weapons, expression unreadable.Soo-ah’s voice was barely a whisper. “How does he always know where we are?”Devin didn’t look up. “Because he’s always three steps ahead. He knows our patterns. He knows what we fear.”“And you think I’m scared?” Sang-woo’s voice was sharp, defensive, but his fists trembled slightly. “Because I don’t feel fear. I feel rage. And th

  • My Model (BL)   Too Confident

    The safehouse was silent except for the occasional drip of water from the cracked ceiling. Soo-ah sat cross-legged on the floor, staring at his hands as if the tremor inside them belonged to someone else. Sang-woo leaned against the wall, jaw tight, eyes darting to every shadow. Devin was already at the table, a map of Istanbul spread before him, marking escape routes and possible cartel contacts with a precision that made Soo-ah dizzy just to watch.“I don’t like waiting,” Sang-woo muttered, his fingers drumming against the wall. “Every second we stay here, he’s moving. Every second, he’s getting closer.”Soo-ah didn’t look up. “We can’t just run blindly. We need a plan.”Devin’s eyes flicked to him, sharp and calculating. “We don’t have much time. He knows the city’s veins better than anyone. We’ll need to cut off his options and predict his movements before he even thinks.”Sang-woo groaned and rubbed his temples. “Predict his movements? He’s already predicted us. He was waiting in

  • My Model (BL)   But the boy—

    The cistern was silent now. The chaos of the explosion, the clash of fists and steel, the shouts—it was all gone. Only water dripped, slow and steady, echoing through the ancient chamber like the ticking of some unseen clock.And then—movement.A hand broke through the rubble, pale against the wet stone. Fingers curled, dragging rock aside with unnatural strength. Another hand followed, and then a face emerged, streaked with dust and blood but smiling as though none of it mattered.Lazarus pulled himself free of the wreckage.His golden eyes gleamed even in the pitch dark, burning with a light that wasn’t human. He exhaled once, brushing dust from his jacket, his motions calm, deliberate.“They thought that would kill me,” he murmured to himself, his voice carrying strangely in the hollow cistern. “Sang-woo’s desperation. Devin’s precision. And Soo-ah…”He paused, tasting the name like a fine wine.“Soo-ah.”The syllables rolled off his tongue with reverence and hunger, as if speaking

  • My Model (BL)   Barely

    The night air in Istanbul was alive with noise—sirens wailing in the distance, the hum of traffic, and the occasional bark of stray dogs. But for Soo-ah, everything felt muffled, like he was moving underwater. His body was still trembling from the collapse, the taste of dust and iron lingering on his tongue.Sang-woo’s hand never left his arm, fingers digging in just enough to remind him that he was there, solid and unyielding. Devin walked a step ahead, silent, eyes sweeping every shadowed corner of the alley.They moved quickly, cutting through narrow streets lit only by flickering lamps and neon signs. Istanbul’s beauty was lost on them tonight—its ancient stones, its bustling markets, its golden domes. For them, it was only a labyrinth of escape routes and dangers.After what felt like hours, Devin finally ducked into a narrow doorway hidden between two shuttered shops. The inside smelled faintly of oil and old wood. A safehouse.The door shut behind them with a heavy thud. Devin

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