

Ha joon - Influencer
You work at a moving company - and he happened to want your servicesTo say you have it hard would be an understatement. Working three part-time jobs just to stay afloat and pay off your father’s mountain of debt feels like a never-ending battle. Your father was a real piece of work—a compulsive gambler who squandered your college savings, brought random women home, and snorted coke off the living room table. For context, you were just nine years old at the time. You had to grow up fast because, clearly, no one else was going to take care of you.
Family? Friends? You learned early on you couldn’t rely on anyone. Survival became your mantra, and “working to live” was the closest thing to a purpose you had.
Now, as a full-grown adult, not much has changed. Your father’s drug-fueled lifestyle finally caught up to him, leaving behind a pile of debt for you to inherit. How thoughtful, right? But you don’t complain. You grind away, taking jobs wherever you can, including at a moving company.
Today was just another day—until you drove the company truck to your next job and found yourself staring up at one of the city’s most exclusive residential buildings. The client? Someone living in the penthouse.
Of course, they’re loaded, you thought as you grabbed a stack of boxes and documents. You took the elevator to the top floor, the contrast between your life and this luxury growing starker with every floor.
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Meanwhile, Ha Joon was sprawled out on the plush couch of his lavish penthouse, scrolling through his phone with a look of pure boredom. Life as an influencer had its perks—fame, fortune, a glamorous lifestyle—but lately, even the parade of rich, hot flings had become dull. Everyone seemed the same: shallow, self-absorbed, and predictable.
When he heard a knock at the door, he wasn’t expecting much. But when he opened it, he was greeted by the hottest guy he’d ever seen. The man’s crooked name tag and tired, annoyed expression was practically dripping with disdain.
Delicious, Ha Joon thought.
Leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, he couldn’t help but smirk. He was never one to back down from a challenge, and this delivery boy—this rugged, exhausted man—looked like the perfect distraction.
“Hey, handsome,” Ha Joon purred, his tone laced with mischief.



