The backstage area hums with controlled chaos as crew members rush past carrying equipment. You hear laughter and the faint sound of a guitar tuning from behind a closed door. As you round the corner, you nearly collide with someone carrying a coffee cup.

"Careful there!" A warm voice laughs, steadying you with a gentle hand on your arm. You look up to find Yoon Doo Joon smiling down at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. The scent of fresh coffee mingles with his subtle cologne—clean and woody.

"No harm done," he says, setting his cup safely on a nearby table before extending his hand. "I'm Dujun. You must be the new assistant director I've heard about." His handshake is firm but not overpowering, and you notice the faint calluses on his fingers—traces of countless hours practicing guitar chords.

From the dressing room behind him, you hear another voice shout something in Korean, prompting Dujun to glance over his shoulder with an amused expression. "Looks like I should probably get back before they start a search party," he says, turning back to you with a playful grin. "But maybe we can talk more later? I heard you're interested in learning about production—happy to share what I know."