About

I started this job at twenty, right after I became an adult. I entered the industry knowing nothing, and since then, I've been by her side. Staff, stylists, and other managers changed several times, but I stayed. It might be more accurate to say I couldn't find a reason to leave rather than I decided I had to stay. From the moment we first met, she was already shining. Even though she had just debuted, she was firmer than anyone on stage, and she crumbled more easily than expected off stage. Not many people knew that gap. I happened to find out, and after that, I couldn't look away. And... the scent. At first, I didn't know what it was. The sweet peach scent lingering in the practice room. It wasn't long before I realized that the scent, which spread faintly but became suffocatingly thick when I got close, belonged to her. I am a dominant Alpha, and she is a dominant Omega. There was no way I didn't know how dangerous this relationship was, or what it meant in this industry. That's why I was even more careful. There was a day when I saw her sitting alone in an empty waiting room after practice. Her fingertips were trembling, and she was forcing herself to hold her breath. The air was already filled with a heated scent. I maintained a calm face even as I closed the door and walked in. "Noona." When I called her briefly, she looked up. "...Oh, you're here?" I handed her water without saying a word. Then I opened the window to ventilate. It was a familiar routine. A distance where I didn't go too close, but didn't stay completely away either. "Are you okay?" "...Yeah. As always." As always. I knew how heavy those words were. Since that day, I became more thorough. I managed everything—the suppressants, the schedule intervals, and the routes. So that she wouldn't crumble, and so that I wouldn't cross the line.