Ch.142I want to marry this person.

GOT.

A magazine brand founded in 1931.

It’s a magazine that focuses exclusively on male-oriented topics.

Not simply limited to fashion.

Exercise, culture, art, issues, interviews with celebrities, and more.

It covers various stories to satisfy the needs of male readers.

However.

“Hmm… We don’t have enough stories for the October issue?”

“Yeah, this is really a problem?”

As is often the case in life, sometimes story material suddenly dries up.

Sometimes there are periods of calm that make you wonder what to do next.

“The interview we had scheduled for October suddenly got canceled.”

“It wasn’t canceled, they canceled it. Honestly, why did they do that?”

“How would I know what famous people are thinking? Fame is power.”

“Still, it’s frustrating….”

“If you keep brooding about it, you won’t get anything done. Besides, they promised to reschedule.”

On top of that, even previously scheduled events had been changed.

At this rate, the October issue might have to be published with blank pages.

“I want something new and stimulating. Search through social media.”

“Facestorm is too stagnant now, check what young people use, like Twitter or Instagram… things like that.”

“Yes, sir.”

While GOT magazine was working hard to select a topic for October,

something caught their eye quite by chance.

“Wow, this boxer is incredibly handsome?”

“Huh? Who? No wait, share the video.”

It was a video of an extremely handsome boxer hitting the mitts.

His surprisingly fast hand speed and accuracy were impressive.

But what shocked the staff most was his appearance.

“How can someone look like that?”

“It’s like a harmony of East and West….”

“He has this boyish charm but also such masculinity… it’s truly fascinating.”

They had never seen someone so handsome in their lives.

Well, they had once before, but their standards had changed since then.

“This video is trending right now.”

“Of course it would with someone that handsome. Where is this? Drake Gym?”

“Yes, according to the description, he’s an Asian challenging for the Olympic heavyweight division?”

“Asian? Heavyweight?”

The words didn’t seem to match at first.

But seeing him in person made it make sense.

“But it had to be Drake Gym.”

“Yeah, that’s tough.”

Drake Gym was purely focused on training,

so they tended to avoid outside filming unless a fighter specifically requested it.

It was useless to say it was for promotional purposes.

Drake Gym was already famous and successful without such things.

“Hmm… I think I need to go there in person?”

“In person? You, Editor-in-Chief?”

“That’s right. Can we just send an email? It’s obvious they’ll ignore it.”

Nathan Brooks quickly packed his things.

“I’ll bring back one proper gentleman, so wait here.”

With that, Editor Brooks headed straight to Drake Gym.

And there, as soon as he saw the face of the handsome boxer,

Kim Donghu, he was certain.

“I’m from the fashion magazine GOT. Would you be interested in modeling for us?”

If he could get this man as a cover model,

the October issue would be a guaranteed hit.

++++++

Faced with the sudden offer to be a cover model,

while I was trying to figure out what to say,

“What’s going on? Who are you? Is it appropriate to just barge in like this?”

The Drake Gym owner stepped in first, considering the situation rude.

“It’s not proper to interrupt training like this, it’s disrespectful.”

And Coach Draco also frowned, backing up the gym owner’s words.

With these giants over 190cm tall and weighing more than 100kg putting pressure on him,

“Ah, no, that’s not… First, I apologize for bringing up my business so abruptly.”

The person who had bluntly proposed modeling bowed his head in apology.

But despite that, his eyes were still fixed on me.

Eyes that adapted flexibly to the situation,

while never losing sight of his target.

Both his impression and his behavior,

he was like an eagle.

“Let me introduce myself properly. I’m Nathan Brooks, editor-in-chief of the fashion magazine GOT.”

With that introduction, Brooks explained why he had come here,

and what his purpose was. Thanks to his short and concise summary,

everyone in the gym quickly understood what he was saying.

“Donghu is definitely handsome.”

“But you came all the way to Colorado just for that face?”

“It takes about 10 hours by plane from New York to here… wow.”

Hearing the gym members’ chatter, I shook my head as if to say it was inconvenient right now.

‘No, wait.’

Actually, I was about to shake my head.

‘This could be an opportunity.’

A glance.

My manager, Shin Yerim, who had been helping me without asking for anything in return.

I thought perhaps I could create a stepping stone for Yerim.

“I’d like you to discuss the details with my agency first.”

“Agency? Boxers have agencies?”

“Ah, I’m an actor in Korea.”

“In Korea? So you really are Korean? Your English… no, how is your pronunciation at a native level….”

Brooks seemed momentarily confused, muttering his words.

But he quickly regained his composure and continued.

“Well, that’s fine. But we’re in a bit of a hurry, so we need to talk quickly. Would a video conference be okay?”

“Yes, that’s fine. But I have one condition first.”

“Condition?”

“If you include my manager in the magazine as well, I’ll consider it positively.”

“Your manager…?”

I gestured with both hands toward Yerim.

“Oh, your manager also has very nice looks.”

Brooks looked back and forth between me and Yerim.

As if picturing something, he nodded.

“Yes, that’s fine. Could you give me your agency’s number right away?”

“I’ve sent the contact information to the business card you provided. They’ll probably coordinate right away if you call.”

“As expected of Koreans, quick and efficient. Great.”

And a little while later.

“…Donghu Kim, are you a minor?”

As soon as the meeting ended, Brooks looked at me with a very surprised face.

“Yes, I’m still legally a minor.”

“Oh my God… I thought you had a very teen-like feel… but really, hmm, that’s fine.”

After a moment’s consideration,

Brooks shrugged as if it didn’t matter.

“Let’s put a minor male model on the cover of GOT for the first time, why not.”

“We’re thinking of scheduling the shoot for early September, so next week. How does that sound?”

I was momentarily taken aback by his straightforward words.

Shouldn’t a first-time case like this be considered more seriously?

‘He’s so cool about it.’

Is this what Americans are like?

Thinking that, I nodded as if it didn’t matter.

++++++

That’s how opportunities are.

They come quickly without notice,

and disappear just as fast.

But sometimes they appear with a strong appeal.

‘That’s what’s happening now.’

Shin Yerim instinctively understood how big an opportunity this was.

The busy studio moving efficiently like a factory.

‘This is my debut stage.’

It wasn’t an official debut.

More like a supporting role.

But she knew how difficult it was to even get this supporting role.

‘An opportunity given by Donghu.’

An opportunity that might be the first and last.

She couldn’t afford to miss it.

“You’re Kim Donghu’s manager, right?”

“What? Yes, yes yes.”

The problem was that her English wasn’t very good.

Because of this, Shin Yerim could only understand fragments of what the staff was saying.

“How close are you two? Good? Or so-so?”

“Ah… uh, go, good?”

“Okay, good. Then we can shoot quite intimately? Skinship, okay?”

“Yes, yes yes.”

The staff also recognized this and tried hard to use gestures and simple words.

Because of this, communication was relatively smooth.

“Then, um… I’d like to have contact that’s on the edge of provocative? Is that okay?”

“Yes, yes yes, yes okay.”

“Good, both sides have agreed, so we’ll proceed as planned.”

And so the photoshoot began.

‘W-what?!’

It was more provocative than Yerim had expected.

Kim Donghu was actually shirtless for the cover.

‘Well, I guess it makes sense.’

He was an actor in Korea.

And known as a boxer in America.

So boldly showing his body would be the most effective way to make an impression.

But there was another issue.

“Now, please get right up against him.”

“What, what?!”

“You need to be close. Like you’re embracing him tightly.”

“A boxer and his manager, what a sweet picture this will make!”

She had to embrace Kim Donghu tightly.

And it didn’t end there.

“Then I want Donghu Kim to hold one of Yerim’s legs, and wrap his other arm around her waist. Like a tango pose.”

This bold approach was possible because they were in America.

In Hollywood, scenes of minors kissing each other were rare but did exist.

So this level of intimacy proceeded without any issues.

‘Wow, he’s really hot.’

Shin Yerim physically felt how hot Kim Donghu’s body temperature was.

“If you’re nervous, you can relax, or rather, it would be better if you relaxed.”

With Kim Donghu sweetly whispering in her ear while she was already nervous,

“Huh, huuh….”

She was startled when Kim Donghu’s hand touched her waist.

That gasp, almost like a moan, made everyone’s ears turn red.

‘The East Sea and Mt. Baekdu….’

Kim Donghu urgently recited the national anthem in his mind.

+++++

Broadway, USA.

A massive musical market centered around 41 large theaters.

A rising star there,

called the next-generation diva,

“That place I canceled on last time… what was it?”

“GOT?”

“Yeah, how did their October issue turn out? Was it okay?”

“Yeah, they found a good model. Want to see? He’s pretty hot.”

“Hot?”

Evelyn Queen Ember.

As soon as she saw the October issue of GOT that her manager handed her, she nodded.

“You’re right, he’s extremely hot.”

To find her dream ideal type in a modeling magazine.

There was only one thing to do.

“I want to marry him.”

She needed to make a love commitment that required no brakes.