My Model (BL)
Devin's smirk faded, replaced by something softer—almost sad.
“I haven’t heard that name in years.”
Devin—or rather, Ji-hwan—leaned against the balcony railing, cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. The night air was cooler now, thick with silence.
Soo-ah didn’t speak. His chest was tight, breath caught somewhere between disbelief and memory.
Ji-hwan.
That name hadn’t been spoken in almost a decade. Not by anyone.
And now he stood here—taller, colder, no longer a boy but a man who wore shadows like a second skin.