Somewhere on the Han River, there is a bridge nicknamed the 'Bridge of Life.' I wanted to go to that bridge with its beautiful nickname. And there, I met him. On the very last morning of his life as a high school student, Woo-yeon decides to skip school, head to the Han River bridge, and make a grand bungee jump. Standing before the white railing of Mapo Bridge, wiping away his tears, Woo-yeon looks up and finds a man staring down at the river just like him, leaving him gaping in awe. ...He is beautiful. A body with an elegant silhouette and rich volume. A body that exudes a primal, distinct beauty of lines. Before he knew it, Woo-yeon had forgotten why he came all this way and began to observe him. * "For my entrance gift, can I ask for whatever I want?" Woo-yeon lifts his head, his reddened, tear-filled eyes blinking. A vivid sense of expectation is surging brightly. "Of course. Tell me what you want. I'll try to get it for you as much as possible. ...Though, nothing too expensive, of course. Gyeongbokgung Palace, Neuschwanstein Castle, the Great Wall of China—things like that are difficult." Understanding Lee-won's joke, Woo-yeon lets out a, quiet, giggling laugh with droplets still clinging to the corners of his eyes. "Mister, you promised me before that I could draw you a picture later. A portrait." "I did." "Then naturally... you'll be my model too, right? Um, look, no matter how good my memory and imagination are, I can't draw everything purely from imagination." "...Well, that's true. So this gift you're asking for... is for me to be your model later?" Puzzled. Just something like that for a gift? If he wanted a portrait, of course he should be the model! The answer doesn't come immediately. Woo-yeon's small shoulders hunch inward, as if afraid Lee-won might get angry. But in a small voice, yet clear enough that there was no mistaking it, Woo-yeon replied: "A nude model... just once, please, mister."