SAVE MY WRETCHED SOUL.

Two souls, decades apart, bound by a single moment of tragedy. ​In 1999, Sunghoon had it all. A top-tier actor with a silver tongue and an ego to match, he lived for the spotlight—until New Year’s Eve, when a sudden fall from his high-rise balcony ended his reign. But instead of the "dark abyss," Sunghoon wakes up in 2025, trapped in the body of Haru, a 23-year-old struggling to survive in a world he no longer recognizes. ​Forced to navigate a digital age where fame is measured in clicks rather than talent, Sunghoon must rebuild his life from the gutter. As he is unexpectedly thrust back into the industry he once ruled, he discovers that the secrets of his past didn't stay buried in the nineties. ​Enter Raiven (Jae-wook), the lead idol of the world-famous group RE-draft. To the fans, he is the "Ice Prince"—cold, untouchable, and perfect. Behind the scenes, he is a man drowning in the shadows of depression and a secret addiction, his heart locked away from a world he views as frivolous. ​When a chance encounter binds the displaced actor and the falling star together, their friction sparks something neither expected. As Sunghoon teaches Raiven how to truly live, Raiven might just be the one to save Sunghoon’s "wretched soul." ******* ​"I love you. All of you," Haru whispered, his forehead resting against Raiven’s. His arm remained anchored around Raiven's waist, holding him steady, pulling him close with a gentleness that suggested he was afraid even the slightest force might break the man beneath him. ​Raiven let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes as he surrendered to Haru's warm embrace. ​Haru buried his face in the crook of Raiven’s neck, his breath warm against the skin. ​"If you keep saying things like that, I might just have to pin you down and fuck you again," Raiven murmured, a small, tired smirk tugging at his lips. ​Haru let out a soft, melodic chuckle, his lips grazing Raiven’s pulse point. Raiven’s skin reacted instantly, a shiver racing through him. He held his breath, his grip on Haru tightening as he fought to savor every ounce of proximity and warmth. ​He held on as if Haru were a ghost that might dissipate at any moment. He was terrified that if he let go, this would all prove to be an illusion—that he would be left in the cold again. That Haru wouldn't be his anymore. ​He wasn't ready to give up the sight of Haru’s beauty, or the way Haru whimpered and moaned his name as he worshipped his body. He had grown to adore Haru's quirks—the old-fashioned phrases that slipped from his tongue, the way his eyes danced with a century's worth of glee and curiosity. ​But most of all, Raiven was afraid that if Haru looked just a little bit closer, he would see the truth: exactly how much he had come to mean to him. ****