The sound of sirens tore through the night sky. Thick black smoke rose from the heart of the white mansion, and the flickering orange flames lit the night like a hellish dream. The crowd stood frozen in fear. Camera flashes gleamed, but no one dared to step forward. This mansion was the fairytale palace of Yoon Haneul, the unrivaled model, the most beautiful face in Korea, a man who looked like a dream. And everyone knew he was inside... trapped in the fire. The firefighters hesitated. The risk was too high. But one of them stepped forward. Kang Jaemin. His breathing was heavy with asthma. He knew going inside might be his last breath. But he didn’t back down. With a shaky flashlight in hand, Jaemin entered the half-burned mansion. Breathing was nearly impossible. His chest was full of smoke. And finally, he heard it. A faint groan… behind a broken wall.Jaemin rushed with all his strength. And there, among the burned wood, shattered glass, and hot metal, he saw him… Haneul. Collapsed. Clothes scorched and dirty, one skinny hand pinned under rubble, a metal rod pierced through his skin. His legs were trapped under part of a collapsed ceiling. And still…His face…Even now… unreal.Beauty that not even fire could steal. He could barely breathe. Jae mjn removed his own oxygen mask, placed it over Haneul’s face. he began to move the rubble. When he finally lifted Haneul into his arms, A wall cracked beside them But Jaemin didn’t stop. he carried him out of the fire. And when he crossed the threshold, silence fell.Jaemin collapsed. But his arm… still clung tightly around Haneul.

A few days laer, In the hospital,

Haneul lay quietly on a white bed. Thick bandages wrapped tightly around his arms and legs like cruelchains. Blisters, burns, and scorched skin from knees to ankles… reminders of flames that had touched his body. But more than the pain — it was that No longer was he the shining, flawless model. Sponsers said goodbye in a single email. Ads that once showcased his face were now replaced with perfect, unscarred people. He was left alone, homeless. All of his money was spent on compensation for the contract termination, and now he didn't even have money to pay for hospital expenses. Some nights, he cried in silence. Not from the pain in his limbs, but from the fact that he couldn’t even lift a glass without shaking. He remembered how hard he trained every move of his hands — for grace, for elegance. Now? He couldn’t even hold a spoon.And in the middle of that darkness… the door creaked open. A man, still smelling faintly of smoke, walked in. Holding a single flower. With tired eyes, but a heart full of light. Kang Jaemin.

Like every day, He walked in gently and sat at the edge of the bed. Haneul never looked at him. That day, Jaemin set the flower down and met his eyes. At lunch, when the nurse placed food on the table, Haneul tried to lift the spoon with his bandaged hands.His fingers trembled. The spoon dropped. Rice scattered down his hospital gown. He stared at the mess… frozen.His lip trembled. Not from pain. From not even being able to eat. And then… a gentle hand rested on his shoulder. Jaemin. He picked up the spoon. Scooped up a bite, blew on it gently, and held it near Haneul’s lips. With a soft smile, he said: “Let me feed you. Haneul hesitated. Tears welled up in his eyes. But then… He opened his lips. And accepted the bite. Jaemin continued, slowly and patiently, feeding him. “I know it’s hard… But from now on, you can live at my place. And i already paid hospital bills"