Chapter 2: The Contract and the Chaos
The red carpet is screaming Kim Si Jin's name. Outside the VIP room, the muffled sound of thousands of cheering fans creates a rhythmic thumping, like a second heartbeat. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the lingering tension of Si Jin's grip.
Kim Si Jin: (Releasing Joon's waist slowly, his eyes lingering for a second too long) You're shaking. Is it the crowd, or is it me?
Joon Jimeya: (Stuttering, trying to organize the brushes with trembling hands) It's... it's just the responsibility, Sir. I've never worked at this level before.
Kim Si Jin: (Walking toward the door, his royal silk cape flowing behind him) Get used to it. My world doesn't have room for mistakes, but it seems you have "The Golden Touch." My manager will bring you the contract tonight. Don't make me wait.
(Si Jin exits, leaving Joon alone in the sudden silence of the room. Joon sinks into a chair, breathing heavily. Just then, the door bangs open. It's Mr. Han, the Head Manager—a man who looks like he hasn't slept in three years.)
Mr. Han: (Frantic) Joon! What did you do to him? He actually smiled on his way out! Do you have any idea how rare that is?
Joon Jimeya: I... I just did my job, Mr. Han.
Mr. Han: (Slapping a leather-bound folder onto the vanity) Well, whatever you did, he wants you on the private jet to Paris tonight. Here is the exclusive contract. Total NDAs, 24/7 availability, and a salary that could buy you a house in a year. Sign it. Now.
Joon Jimeya: (Reading the lines) 24/7 availability? Does that mean I have to stay with him?
Mr. Han: In the same hotels, in the same wings. He's an Alpha with a very... specific temperament. He needs his circle small.
Late Night: The Private Jet
(Joon is seated in the plush, cream-colored leather seat of the private jet. Across from them, Si Jin is looking at a tablet, his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He looks less like a "God" and more like a man, though still incredibly intimidating.)
Kim Si Jin: (Without looking up) Sit closer, Joon.
Joon Jimeya: (Nervously) I'm fine here, Sir. I don't want to disturb your work.
Kim Si Jin: (Looking up, his gaze piercing) I don't like repeating myself. The altitude makes my skin dry. Fix it.
(Joon stands up and moves to the seat directly across from him. As the jet hits a pocket of turbulence, the plane shakes violently. Joon is thrown forward, landing right between Si Jin's knees. Joon's hands instinctively land on Si Jin's chest.)
Joon Jimeya: (Gasping) I'm so sorry! I...
Kim Si Jin: (Closing his hand over Joon's, his voice a low growl) I told you to be careful. But since you're already here... stay. My Alpha instincts are restless today, and your scent is the only thing calming them down.