Across the Ocean – William
Thousands of kilometers away, in a quiet apartment overseas, William sat at his desk, staring at his phone.
His hands hovered over the screen.
The family group chat was buzzing—updates about the company, reminders from their mother, typical lectures. But nothing about Hunter Shark.
He scoffed.
"Figures. They don't even know I got an invite too."
He turned to his laptop and opened the email again. A personal invite. One of the producers had seen his hidden performance clips online. They wanted him. Not for business. Not for school. But for him.
"They'll never let me go if I ask."
He stared at his suitcase.
"So I won't ask.
William clicked "Book Ticket."
Departure: Tomorrow.
Destination: Home.
He leaned back in his chair and smiled to himself.
"You wanted me to follow the rules, Mom. But this
time… I'm following my dream."
📁 The Mission – Yan
In the cold, glass-walled office of OrgCountry's HQ, Yan entered without knocking. His mother, the iron-faced CEO, gestured toward a file on the table.
"Sign him," she said simply.
Yan opened the folder.
Jun.
"Global artist. Dancer. Singer. Top-tier… but no label?" Yan raised an eyebrow.
"He's independent," she said. "And that makes him dangerous. I want him in OrgCountry. At any cost."
Yan closed the file slowly. "You're obsessed with owning everything, aren't you?"
She didn't even blink. "He's the only top artist without chains. And I won't let someone else get him first."
Yan scoffed, still confused. "What's so special about this guy?"
He walked out of the office, the file tucked under his arm, and got into his car. In the backseat, he opened the documents again and scanned deeper.
Then—he stopped.
Jun is set to appear on the upcoming survival show… Hunter Shark.
"Huh," Yan muttered, smirking. "So that's where you're hiding."
He looked at his assistant beside him. "Prepare everything."
"For what, sir?" the assistant asked, blinking.
"Find the all information about this guy"...
Scene: Yan's Office – After Kin reports what little he found about Jun
The air inside the office had turned heavy. Yan stood motionless, arms crossed, eyes narrowed like blades. Kin shifted awkwardly, tapping nervously on his tablet as though hoping more information would magically appear.
"Well?" Yan asked, voice cold.
Kin cleared his throat. "Boss… after digging through every possible database, personal contact, and surveillance source…" He hesitated. "There's barely anything."
Yan blinked. "Barely anything?"
"He has no public record of school history, no confirmed place of birth, and no legal trace of living relatives. The only consistent thing across sources is that he might have two brothers—but their names and faces? Completely unknown."
Yan sat down slowly, stunned into a rare silence. He rubbed his temples. "And his parents?"
"No data. Zero. Some think he's an orphan, others whisper he's heir to some ultra-rich family. But again, no proof. Boss… even his hospital records were locked under military-level encryption."
Yan stared at him. "Are you telling me we've used elite spies, spent thousands of dollars, and you come back with fan theories and myths?"
Kin's voice was small. "It appears so, boss."
Yan leaned back in his chair, sighing. "Anything on relationships? Weak points?"
"Well… he has a very close friend. Ming-Ji. A popular idol. Some say they're like family. Others…" Kin raised an eyebrow, letting the sentence trail off.
Yan rolled his eyes. "Of course. Ming-Ji. The golden boy. Anything else?"
"He has a massive, almost cult-like fanbase. Millions of followers. Very protective. Any move against him gets buried in backlash."
"Wonderful," Yan snapped. "Anything useful? Criminal history? Blackmail potential?"
Kin paused. "Boss… there's just nothing real to go on. No dirt. No leverage. No answers."
Yan slapped the desk. "WHAT? What do you expect me to do then? Marry him?!"
Kin flinched.
Yan stood up and paced. "Do I have to put a damn ring on his finger just to get a glimpse into his past?! Is that what this is?! You've given me the world's most expensive horoscope based on vibes!"
Kin bit his lip, unsure if he should laugh or run.
Yan muttered, "I am not marrying him."
Kin finally broke the silence. "Well, boss… if we can't dig into his background, maybe we get closer another way."
Yan stopped mid-step. "Don't tell me…"
"If you went into the Hunter Shark show yourself—"
"Shut up."
"I mean, it's the best way to stay near him, watch him, understand how he moves, who he trusts—"
"Shut. Up."
"Boss… look around. Our company doesn't have anyone subtle enough. You're practically anonymous. Perfect face, trained overseas, good enough to pass as a late-blooming idol."
Yan groaned loudly, dragging his hands down his face. "So my options are: marry the man or fake-dance next to him on national TV for four months?"
Kin smiled awkwardly. "At least the second option comes with good lighting?"