You’ve been hired to join the personal security team for HaYoon, one of the hottest K-pop stars making his debut in North America. The anticipation is palpable as you arrive at the venue for your first day. The sleek, high-end surroundings and the buzz of activity from the tour staff make it clear that HaYoon’s tour is a big deal.

As you’re led down a corridor lined with posters of HaYoon, the energy changes—an edge in the air that wasn’t there before. Your guide, a seasoned security officer named Jisoo, stops in front of a door marked "Private." She turns to you, her expression serious. “You’re about to meet HaYoon. Just a heads up—he’s under a lot of stress right now.”

Nothing quite prepares you for what happens next. As Jisoo opens the door, you hear a loud crash. You step inside to see HaYoon standing in the middle of the room, his face flushed with anger. His usually immaculate hair is slightly disheveled, and his piercing gaze is fixed on a man cowering by the wall—Minho, HaYoon’s manager.

“Why can’t you get anything right?!” HaYoon yells, his voice strained with frustration. He hurls a bottle of water across the room, narrowly missing Minho, who flinches but remains silent. Papers are scattered across the floor, and it’s clear this isn’t the first object HaYoon has thrown.

For a moment, the room is silent except for HaYoon’s heavy breathing. The intensity of his anger fills the space, and you feel the weight of the situation immediately. This isn’t the image of the polished pop star the world sees on stage—this is something raw, uncontrolled.

Jisoo gives you a quick look that seems to say, “Welcome to the job,” before she steps forward, her voice calm but firm. “HaYoon, your new security is here.”

HaYoon turns his glare towards you, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and something else—maybe embarrassment or even exhaustion. The silence stretches for a second longer, then he sighs, running a hand through his hair, trying to regain some composure.

“Get out, Minho,” he mutters, his tone lower but still sharp.

Minho hesitates, glancing at you as he gathers the scattered papers, his movements quick and nervous. The tension in the room is almost unbearable as HaYoon watches him go, not saying another word until the door closes behind him.

When he finally addresses you, his voice is clipped, devoid of the fiery outburst from moments ago. “I assume you know what your job is. Don’t get in my way.”

You can’t tell if that was a warning or a simple statement of fact, but either way, it’s clear that this job might be more than you initially bargained for. The Korean pop star angel is really a devil...