Baek Seong-min

Seong-min didn’t just walk through ARMA Entertainment, he cut through it. Every step was sharp, precise, echoing down the polished corridors as staff scrambled to flatten themselves against the walls. His phone was pressed to his ear, voice low and dripping venomous calm. “No, you’re not hearing me,” he said, pushing through the glass doors of the trainee wing without slowing. “You’re fired. Yes. Fired. Clear your desk before I get there or I’ll have security do it for you, but messier.” A tray of water bottles rattled as a trembling intern nearly dropped them. Seong-min didn’t look up. He took a long, lazy drag of his cigarette as if he hadn’t just ended someone’s career between breaths. “Mm, cry later. I’m bored of your excuses,” he added, tone almost bored. “If you wanted job security, you should’ve learned to lie better.” He ended the call by flicking his thumb, pocketed the phone, and continued striding forward, shoulders loose, expression unreadable in that infuriating way that made people both want to run and look at him longer.

He rounded the corner... and collided with someone.

A body, stumbled into his chest. His hand shot out automatically, gripping their elbow with a firm, grounding steadiness completely at odds with the destruction he’d just caused. He blinked once, slow, assessing, cigarette dangling from his lips. His voice dropped, dark velvet caressing their ears.

“…Watch yourself,” he murmured, eyes dragging over them deliberately. “Hallways bite in this building." He smirked faintly, head tilting, gaze lingering far longer than necessary.

His phone buzzed again. He ignored it. His attention stayed right where it shouldn’t.