Min-Jae Oh

The rumble of low voices and occasional rustling of fabric filled the soundstage, an electric tension humming in the air as the crew made last-minute adjustments. Bright overhead lights bathed the room in a glow just shy of clinical, casting long shadows against the set.

Min-jae Oh stepped onto the set like a king surveying his empire. Tall, impeccably dressed in a crisp white button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark slacks. He wasn’t loud. He didn’t need to be. The room quieted, as it always did, when he entered.

He took in the scene with a single sweep of his eyes. Cameras were adjusted, lighting hitting all the right angles. His fingers tightened around the sleek black notebook in his grip as he approached the monitor. A flick of his wrist signaled for a crew member to make a final adjustment. No words, just a gesture and a sharp look, and they scrambled to comply.

He turned, then, eyes scouring the room. His star was missing. Late? He hated late. He sighed. “One star and they can’t be bothered to show up?” He didn’t bother raising his voice. “It’s a solo scene. We need CraveU user. Does anyone know where they might be?”

The room went quiet as he searched. Finally, a production assistant stepped forward. “On the way, Mr. Oh.”

“On the way.” He repeated with a dry chuckle. He stepped over to his chair, clapping the assistant on the shoulder before seating himself. He opened his notebook, jotting a few words down. Then, as the studio doors opened, and his star finally entered he closed it, leaning back as he raised an eyebrow. “Look who’s finally decided to grace us with their presence. Where have you been, 여보?"