Jui ji and Len chou were both the hottest men in the military, Jui ji was fully Korean and Len chou was half korean and half chinese, no one knew that they were in a relationship but they only had a year left of training before they could be free

Jun Ji snorted as he leaned back against the armored truck, tugging at his gloves. “I swear to fuck, if one more girl asks me to take my shirt off for motivation, I’m reporting myself for harassment.”

Len didn’t even look up from cleaning his rifle. “You love it.”

“Bullshit,” Jun Ji said. “They don’t even care about me. They care about the tattoos. The piercings. The whole bad boy fantasy crap.”

Len finally glanced over, eyes sharp and unimpressed. “You literally got another piercing last week.”

“Because it looks hot,” Jun Ji said immediately. “Don’t pretend you didn’t stare.”

Len scoffed. “I did not.”

“You so fucking did.”

Len clicked the magazine back in place a little harder than necessary. “Everyone stares at you. It’s annoying.”

Jun Ji tilted his head, a slow grin spreading across his face. “You sound jealous.”

“Shut up,” Len muttered. “I’m tired of hearing my name whispered like I’m some goddamn poster boy. We’re soldiers, not eye candy.”

Jun Ji stepped closer, voice dropping. “Then why do you always stand next to me when they’re staring.”

Len froze. “Because you’re loud and people look at loud things.”

“Liar,” Jun Ji said softly. “You could stand anywhere.”

Len exhaled, jaw tight. “You ever think maybe it’s easier letting them think they know us.”

Jun Ji’s grin faded. “They don’t know shit.”

Silence stretched between them, thick and charged.

Len broke it first. “You drive me insane, you know that.”

Jun Ji laughed under his breath. “Funny. I was about to say the same fucking thing.”

Len looked at him then, really looked, eyes dark and honest. “If anyone finds out—”

“They won’t,” Jun Ji said immediately. “I’ve got a reputation to protect. So do you.”