GOT.
A magazine brand founded in 1931.
Focused exclusively on topics for men.
It didn’t just cover fashion—
It explored fitness, culture, art, trending issues, and celebrity interviews.
It catered to the diverse interests of its male readers.
But—
"Hmm... We don’t have anything exciting for the October issue, do we?"
"Yeah, this is bad. Real bad."
Like everything in life, there were times when stories just ran out.
Sometimes, life was so peaceful that it felt like there was nothing to talk about.
"And the interview we had scheduled for October suddenly fell through."
"Fell through? More like they bailed on us. What’s up with that?"
"How should I know? Fame is power."
"Still, seriously...."
"Stop sulking about it, or we won’t get anything done. Besides, they already promised to reschedule."
To make matters worse, even pre-planned schedules were falling apart.
At this rate, the October issue might end up blank.
"I want something new and attention-grabbing. Check out social media."
"Facebook’s outdated. Look at what younger people are using—Twitter, Instagram, stuff like that."
"Got it."
While the GOT editorial team scrambled to find a topic for October,
Something unexpectedly caught their attention.
"Wow, this boxer looks amazing!"
"Who? Show me the video."
It was a video of a stunningly handsome boxer hitting the mitts.
His lightning-fast hand speed and accuracy were impressive.
But what truly captivated the staff was his face.
"How can someone look like that?"
"It’s like... a perfect blend of East and West."
"He’s got a boyish charm, but also this raw masculinity... It’s mesmerizing."
They had never seen someone that good-looking before.
Well, maybe they had once, but their standards shifted after this.
"This video’s going viral right now."
"With that face? Of course it is. Where is this? Drake Gym?"
"Yeah, the caption says he’s an Asian heavyweight aiming for the Olympics."
"Asian? Heavyweight?"
The words didn’t seem to match at first.
But seeing him in action made it all make sense.
"Of all places, why does it have to be Drake Gym?"
"Seriously."
Drake Gym was purely focused on training.
Unless the athlete personally requested it, they avoided outside filming.
Even offers for promotional features were turned down.
Drake Gym didn’t need publicity—they were already famous and thriving.
"Hmm... I guess I’ll have to go in person."
"You? The editor-in-chief?"
"Of course. Do you think they’ll even read an email? They’ll just ignore it."
Nathan Brooks quickly grabbed his things.
"I’ll go reel in that dashing gentleman myself. Just wait and see."
And with that, Brooks headed straight to Drake Gym.
*****
The sudden proposal to be a cover model left me momentarily speechless.
While I struggled to find the right words—
"What’s going on? Who are you? Do you think it’s appropriate to just barge in like this?"
Drake, the gym owner, stepped in first, calling out the man’s behavior as rude.
"Interrupting training like this isn’t acceptable. Show some respect."
Coach Draco, frowning, backed up Drake’s words.
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Their presence alone was intimidating.
"Ah, no! That’s not it—I’m really sorry for being abrupt!"
The man who had proposed the modeling gig quickly bowed his head in apology.
But his eyes never left me.
Despite his smooth reaction to the situation,
His sharp gaze was locked onto his target.
Everything about him—his look and demeanor—
Reminded me of a hawk.
"Let me formally introduce myself. I’m Nathan Brooks, editor-in-chief of GOT magazine."
Brooks then explained why he came,
Laying out his purpose in clear and concise words.
Thanks to his brevity, everyone in the gym quickly understood the situation.
"Donghu really is good-looking, I’ll give him that."
"But seriously, you flew all the way to Colorado just because of his face?"
"It takes, what, ten hours to fly here from New York? Wow."
Listening to the comments, I instinctively shook my head,
About to refuse.
‘Wait, hold on.’
No—I stopped myself.
‘This could actually be an opportunity.’
I glanced to the side.
My manager, Shin Yerin,
Who had been helping me tirelessly without asking for anything in return.
Maybe this could be a chance to set something up for her.
"You’ll need to discuss the details with my agency."
"Agency? Boxers have agencies?"
"Ah, I’m actually an actor in Korea."
"An actor? Wait—you’re really Korean? But your English... even your accent is completely native."
Brooks seemed momentarily flustered,
But quickly regained his composure.
"Fine. But we’re on a tight schedule, so can we arrange a video call instead?"
"Sure, that’s fine. But I have one condition."
"A condition?"
"My manager has to appear in the magazine with me."
"Your manager?"
I gestured toward Yerin.
"Oh, your manager is gorgeous too."
Brooks glanced back and forth between me and Yerin,
Then nodded as if he could already picture the layout.
"Alright. Can you give me your agency’s contact information?"
"I already sent the details through your card. They’ll sort it out right away."
"Koreans—always fast. I love it. Great."
And shortly after—
"...Donghu Kim, you’re a minor?"
As soon as the meeting ended, Brooks stared at me, shocked.
"Yes, I’m still legally underage."
"Oh my god... No wonder you have such a high-teen vibe. But honestly—whatever."
After a brief pause,
Brooks shrugged, as if it didn’t matter.
"GOT’s first-ever male minor on the cover? Let’s do it."
The shoot was scheduled for early September—just next week.
His confidence caught me off guard.
Shouldn’t something like a “first-ever” case be given more thought?
‘Man, they’re so chill about this.’
I guess this was America.
Shrugging, I nodded my agreement.
*****
Opportunities are like that.
They show up quickly, without warning—
And disappear just as fast.
But sometimes, they make their presence impossible to ignore.
‘This is one of those times.’
Shin Yerin instinctively knew how big this moment was.
The busy studio ran like a factory,
Every movement precisely coordinated.
‘This is my debut stage.’
It wasn’t an official debut.
She was more like a background prop.
But she knew how hard it was to even be a prop here.
‘The opportunity Donghu gave me.’
It could be the first and last chance she’d ever get.
She absolutely couldn’t let it slip away.
"You’re Kim Donghu’s manager, right?"
"Huh? Yes. Y-yes!"
The problem was—Yerin’s English was terrible.
So she could only pick up fragments of what the staff were saying.
"How’s your relationship? Good? Or so-so?"
"Uh... G-good?"
"Okay, good. Then it’s fine to shoot close-up shots, right? Skinship okay?"
"Y-yes! Yes!"
The staff noticed her struggle and made things easier with gestures and simple words.
Thanks to that, communication flowed relatively smoothly.
"So... we’re aiming for subtle intimacy. That’s okay, right?"
"Yes, yes! Okay!"
"Good. Both sides agreed, so let’s proceed."
And then the shoot began.
‘W-what the hell?!’
It was far more provocative than Yerin had imagined.
Kim Donghu took off his shirt for the cover shoot.
‘No... actually, it makes sense.’
In Korea, he was an actor.
In America, he was a boxer.
Going bold and showing off his physique was probably the most effective way to make an impression.
But the real problem was something else entirely.
"Now, you’ll need to move in closer."
"Huh? Closer?!"
"You need to hold him tightly—like you’re embracing him."
"A boxer and his manager—it’s such a sweet concept, right?"
She had to wrap her arms tightly around Kim Donghu.
And that wasn’t even the end of it.
"After that, Donghu will hold Yerin’s leg with one hand,
And wrap his other arm around her waist—like a tango pose."
It was bold—something only possible in America.
After all, even Hollywood had occasional scenes where minors kissed on screen.
This much didn’t even raise eyebrows here.
‘Oh god... he’s so warm.’
Yerin vividly felt how hot Donghu’s body was.
"Relax if you’re nervous. Actually, it’s better if you relax."
As if things weren’t nerve-wracking enough,
Kim Donghu whispered sweetly in her ear.
"Hng... Hngh!"
She flinched when his hand brushed her waist.
The small gasp that escaped her lips made everyone’s ears turn red.
‘...East Sea and Mount Baekdu....’
Desperately, Kim Donghu began reciting the Korean national anthem in his head.
*****
Broadway, New York.
A massive musical hub with 41 theaters at its core.
And among them—
A rising star and next-generation diva,
"Where did I cancel on last time? What was it called again?"
"GOT?"
"Right. How’s their October issue? Did it turn out okay?"
"Yeah, they found a great model. Wanna see? He’s super hot."
"Hot?"
Evelyn Quinn Amber.
The moment her manager handed her GOT’s October issue,
She nodded.
"Wow. He is hot."
Her dream guy was right there in a magazine spread.
So there was only one thing left to do.
"I’m marrying him."
No brakes needed—
She was ready to seal the deal.