All Chapters of My Model (BL): Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The streets of Seoul were quieter at night, yet they never felt truly silent. Somewhere between the neon reflections on the pavement and the subtle hum of distant traffic, Yoon Jae-won, better known in the underworld as Devin, walked with a cigarette tucked between his lips. Smoke curled around his sharp jawline as he exhaled slowly, the night air cool against his face.His long black coat hung from one arm, casually slung over his shoulder. One hand remained buried in the pocket of his tailored pants while his sharp, unapproachable gaze scanned the empty path ahead. His entire presence radiated quiet danger—his posture, his silence, his aura. A man you'd cross the street to avoid. A man you don’t talk to.So when someone grabbed his arm out of nowhere, Devin instinctively narrowed his eyes.“Hey!” the boy panted, clearly out of breath. “Come with me. Now.”Devin turned his head slowly, his cigarette still burning. He gave the stranger a once-over: young, maybe early twenties, thin fra

The gallery was quiet except for the soft footsteps of visitors and the occasional murmur of admiration. The open art exhibition at Seoul National University had drawn in a small but engaged crowd.Devin moved through the room silently, hands in his pockets, his sharp gaze scanning the paintings along the walls. He didn’t look like he belonged here, dressed in a sleek dark suit, his presence radiating danger and power. Most people instinctively moved out of his way.But then his steps slowed.A small painting, tucked between two larger canvases, caught his eye. At first, it seemed ordinary—a park scene, sunlight filtering through trees. But then… he saw it.In the distance of the painting, near a tall tree, was a lone figure with his back turned. The way the coat hung off one arm, the posture, and the way his hand rested in his pocket were unmistakable.It was him.“What the hell…” Devin whispered, his brows furrowing.He stepped closer, jaw tightening. The nameplate beneath the frame

It was lunchtime on the plane, and the air hostesses were moving through the aisle, serving meals to the passengers. One of them stopped beside Lee Soo-ah’s seat and gently placed a tray of food in front of him.“Enjoy your meal, sir,” she said with a polite smile before walking away.Soo-ah nodded slightly and picked up the fork, silently beginning to eat. The food was decent—nothing special—but it was warm and enough to keep him going.As he shifted the items on the tray, his eyes caught a folded piece of paper tucked near the corner of the tray. Curious, he picked it up and unfolded it. Inside was a handwritten phone number.Soo-ah glanced across the aisle and caught sight of the same air hostess, who quickly turned away and disappeared down the cabin. He let out a quiet sigh, clearly annoyed.Seriously? he thought, folding the paper back up and shoving it into the side of the tray. He reached for his water and took a long sip before continuing to eat, pretending nothing had happene