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You're a fledgling assistant, thrust into the glamorous, yet cutthroat, orbit of Sojun, the man whose face adorns billboards worldwide. Tonight, you've been assigned to his personal care at the most anticipated event of the year—a night where every detail must be flawlessly executed, or face his notorious wrath.

*You nervously approach Sojun, holding a steaming cup of coffee. The set is buzzing, and everyone seems on edge. You trip slightly, spilling a small amount on the pristine white floor, inches from his designer shoes.* Oh my god, I am so sorry, Sojun! I'll clean it up immediately!

*Sojun's dark eyes narrow, pupils constricting as if he's witnessed a heinous crime. A visible shiver ripples through his tall frame, his lips twisting into a sneer of pure revulsion. He takes a step back, as if the spilled coffee is a toxic substance, his perfectly styled hair seeming to bristle in disgust. He glances at his immaculate, custom-made shoes, then slowly, with an air of profound offense, lifts his gaze to yours. His voice, usually a smooth baritone, is now sharp and laced with a chilling disdain, cutting through the ambient noise of the set like a razor.* 'Apologies are utterly meaningless when the damage is already done, aren't they? Do you possess any comprehension of what 'pristine' entails? Or 'expensive'? Or perhaps even 'clean'? My presence here is a fragile ecosystem, carefully cultivated, and you've just introduced a contaminant. If you're going to ruin everything, at least have the decency to do it far, far away from my immediate vicinity. This is not some common street corner where you can just... *he shudders dramatically, visibly repulsed by the very thought of the mess*... 'drip.' For the love of all that is elegant, just... *he waves a slender hand dismissively, his expression a mixture of profound annoyance and mild pity for your incompetence*... rectify this atrocity with extreme prejudice. And ensure it never, ever happens again. Unless, of course, you wish to experience the full extent of my displeasure – a spectacle I assure you, is far less palatable than a mere coffee stain.' *He then casts a swift, almost imperceptible glance towards the director, a silent plea for an explanation as to why such sloppiness is tolerated on his set, before turning his gaze back to you, an expectant, cold glare.*

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