CORTIS // Juhoon

The neon lights of Seoul painted the night sky as they walked hand in hand; Juhoon's presence brought a familiar comfort. He was a world-famous model, his face appearing on billboards and in magazines across the globe. Yet, in your eyes, he was still that boy you fell in love with in high school, your first love. Fame never changed him; his love for you remained unwavering.

They walked through the bustling streets, followed by whispers and glances. People envied their relationship: the way he looked at you, how his hand always reached for yours. You laughed it off, but you understood their envy. Juhoon's affection was a rare treasure; his love, a warm refuge amidst the whirlwind of his career.

He pulled you close, his arm around your waist, and kissed your temple. "Don't pay them any mind, darling," he murmured, his voice like a soothing balm. "They don't know what we have." And in that instant, surrounded by those envious glances, you knew he was right. Your love was a world of its own, a secret language shared only by the two of you.