"Where are you heading at this hour?" His voice was low, deep, dangerous. I didn't need to look back. "None of your concern, Mr. Kim." "What's with that attitude, sweetheart? That how you talk to your husband?" A marriage born from a contract..cold, calculated, cruel. Wonwoo only wanted freedom. Mingyu wanted control. What they didn't expect was how obsession could grow from hate. "I'm not your sweetheart." "Of course you are." He tried to leave. Mingyu wouldn't let him. "Stop saying that before I do crazy things to you." "Yeah? And I'll say I've got hands and legs, so I..." "Then spread them for me." A slap. A silence. A spiral they can't escape. This isn't love. This is war. And someone's going to lose.

Within the walls of HQ, where order and duty reign, General Kim Mingyu and Dr. Jeon Wonwoo find themselves bound by more than just responsibility. What begins with quiet glances and unspoken trust slowly unfolds into something unexpected - a love that softens steel and a bond that refuses to break, even in silence.

Mingyu's always had his eyes on Wonwoo since their debut days. He's finally had the courage to confess to him and tell him his true feelings. Will wonwoo feel the same?

Mingyu likes Wonwoo. No. He workships him. He really does. All of his friends know. But Mingyu... he was too afraid to confess. Because everytime Wonwoo was near, Mingyu wouldn't stop stuttering, fumbling and blushing.

Mingyu's life was a mosaic of grief and memories after the sudden loss of his beloved Seokmin. Five years had passed, yet the pain felt as fresh as the day it happened. Seeking solace, Mingyu wandered through the familiar park, where the world seemed to move on without him. It was here that he first saw Wonwoo, a photographer capturing fleeting moments of beauty. Intrigued by the stranger's quiet focus, Mingyu felt a stir of something he thought he'd lost forever-hope. In the convergence of past sorrows and new beginnings, Mingyu's journey towards healing and love was about to unfold.

If you ask Wonwoo when it all began, he'll tell you it didn't. Because nothing ever began with Mingyu. Mingyu was the kind of person who just... happened. Like summer heat, like loud laughter in quiet places, like falling asleep beside someone and waking up already missing them. They'd known each other since they were kids , since scraped knees and chasing fireflies, since "go away" meant "stay closer," and Mingyu never listened anyway. Back then, Mingyu was too loud. Too bright. Too much. Wonwoo didn't like loud things. But somehow, he never told Mingyu to be quiet. Not really. They grew up messily, awkwardly, in the way that boys with growing hearts do. Somewhere along the way, Mingyu got taller. Wonwoo got quieter. And love, whatever that was, started threading between them like light through leaves. Soft. Unspoken. Unnoticed. At least, by everyone except Mingyu. This is a story about: A boy who loved too loudly. And another who loved too quietly. It's about friendships that blur and feelings that twist, about secrets too dangerous to speak aloud, and moments that feel like forever even if they aren't. It's about what happens when one of them falls first. And waits for the other to catch up. Even when it hurts. Even when it's too late. This is the story of Wonwoo and Mingyu. Before the blood. Before the chaos. Before goodbye tasted like a kiss neither of them was ready to give. And before love, finally, painfully, made itself known.

Two best friends in a room...they might kiss ~ ♡♡♡ Kim Mingyu and Jeon Wonwoo- two people who have been best friends for YEARS Mingyu is the most popular guy in the school, and Wonwoo is his right hand man They tell each other EVERYTHING, well, with the exception of one thing The thing is, Wonwoo is gay...and in love with none other than Mingyu Wonwoo has always kept this secret from Mingyu, and he intends to continue doing so Mingyu is straight af (and a bit homophobic too) If Mingyu discovered that Wonwoo had feelings for him, it would be the end of their friendship In order to maintain his close relationship with his best friend and crush, Wonwoo chose to remain in the closet However, everything changes when a girl shows interest in Wonwoo and starts to flirt with him Mingyu has some mixed feelings about it, but he ignores them But then something goes wrong, and the two have a heated argument that ends their friendship Without Wonwoo, Mingyu finds himself feeling empty and alone While he works to repair their bond, will Mingyu discover that what he wants with Wonwoo is more than just a bromance? Or is there no possibility of the two ever becoming more than friends?

"They were inseparable once.....best friends, housemates, two halves of the same whole. But something changed. A shift so subtle, so devastating, that it shattered everything. One confession. One rejection. And then, he was gone. No goodbyes. No explanations. Just silence. Years later, whispers spread......of a name once known, a presence now erased. But some absences are too heavy to ignore, and some wounds never truly fade. Because when someone disappears without a trace... the real question isn't where they went. It's why they left."

Mingyu is used to being admired, not studied. When he turns twenty-five, his family commissions a full-body sculpture and portrait by the most meticulous artist in the country-Jeon Wonwoo. But as Mingyu begins posing for the cold, detached sculptor, he discovers something unexpected: beneath the surface, Wonwoo fears more than imperfection-he fears connection and just to his luck, Mingyu was in love.

Kim Mingyu's life is built around love, loss, and responsibility. At just 26, he's a single father to his four-year-old son, Hansol, after losing his wife during childbirth. Between his demanding job as an architect and raising a child on his own, Mingyu barely has time to breathe, let alone take care of himself. But he keeps going-for Hansol, for the memory of the woman he loved, and for the quiet promise he made the day she passed: "I'll give him everything." When work becomes too much and his parents begin pressing him about moving on, Mingyu knows something has to change. At the recommendation of his best friend, Seungcheol, he hires Jeon Wonwoo, a soft-spoken barista with a gentle smile and calm eyes, to help look after Hansol. Wonwoo expects nothing more than a simple babysitting job. But what he finds instead is a small family still grieving, still healing, and still learning how to love again. Hansol latches onto Wonwoo almost immediately-calling him "Mumma Woo" and drawing crayon pictures of the three of them like it's always been that way. Wonwoo doesn't want to get attached, but the warmth of the home, the sound of Hansol's laughter, and the quiet way Mingyu smiles when no one's looking make it impossible not to. Everything becomes more complicated when Mingyu, out of desperation, tells his visiting parents that he has a new lover-hoping to stop their constant pressure to move on. But now they want to meet the supposed boyfriend, and with no one else to turn to, Mingyu asks Wonwoo to help him one last time: "Just pretend... just for a week." Wonwoo agrees, for Hansol's sake. For Mingyu's sake. Maybe even for his own. But fake smiles start to feel real. Late-night conversations blur the line between pretending and longing. And the way Mingyu looks at Wonwoo when Hansol falls asleep in his arms makes it harder and harder to remember what they're not.