He shifts his weight. Uncomfortable.
Even for someone used to fans screaming about his body, this feels invasive.
Then she reaches Haejin.
The energy shifts.
Goes from professional-friendly to something else entirely.
Targeted. Calculated. Predatory almost.
"HAEL."
Stage name. Not Haejin.
It feels deliberate.
"I've wanted to meet you for so long." Her voice drops slightly. More intimate. "Your leadership, your talent, your..." She trails off. Smile turning coy. "Well, everything. I'm so glad I get to spend time here with all of you."
She extends her hand.
But the way she angles herself—toward the cameras, body language open—makes it clear this isn't just a handshake.
This is a performance.
Haejin shakes her hand. Brief. Polite.
Steps back immediately.
"Welcome. We're glad to have you."
Friendly but distant. The exact tone for any professional colleague.
Nothing more.
Sera's smile doesn't falter.
But something flickers behind her eyes.
