Chapter 42: The Magnetism of Jun
The L’Aura suite had become a digital epicenter. With Jun appearing on screen, the livestream had transformed from a high-end fashion show into a global event. The air in the room was thick with the scent of expensive fabric and the electric hum of millions of people watching in real-time.
The curtains finally slid open, and Sora and Akane emerged. Sora was a vision of sculpted elegance in her white sculptural cocktail dress, the heavy satin clinging to her voluptuous curves and accentuating her hourglass figure with a poise that commanded the room. Beside her, Akane looked softer, having chosen a simple, pastel-toned dress that complimented her slim, athletic build.
Sora’s sharp eyes immediately landed on Mei Lin, who was still resting on the sofa, her face pale and her breathing shallow. Sora didn’t say a word, but her gaze was filled with a quiet, managerial concern. She signaled to one of the clerks, who quickly brought over a glass of warm water for Mei.
“Drink this, Mei,” Sora said softly, her voice returning to its composed, guiding tone. “It will help with the dizziness.”
As Mei took the water, Sora glided toward Jun. She didn’t just stand next to him; she leaned in, her shoulder brushing his, her presence a steady, grounding force. Jun shifted, bringing Hana into the frame as well. The three of them—Jun in the center, flanked by the stunning Sora and the bubbly Hana—created a visual that was almost too much for the internet to handle.
The chat, which had been a torrent of activity, practically exploded.
【SORA-SAMA!! She looks like a goddess!! 😭❤️】
【Look at them! The visual chemistry is insane!!】
【Jun is literally the luckiest man in the world. I’m so jealous I could die!!】
Hana, seeing the comments, let out a loud, indignant huff, her cheeks puffing out in a practiced, adorable pout. She leaned toward the camera, her face a mixture of a mock-offense and a giggle. “Hey! You guys are ignoring me!” she complained, her voice remaining in the “Nation’s Sweetheart” register, though a hint of genuine territorial frustration leaked through. “This is my livestream channel! Why are you all talking about Jun-oppa? I’m the star here! I’m the one who does all the work!”
The loyal “Hana-stans” immediately began to tease her, their comments flashing by in a blur of laughter and mocking emojis.
【LMAO she’s actually salty!! 🧂】
【Hana-chan, look at the numbers!! 🤣】
【Check the viewer count, Hana! You’re not the star right now, you’re just the opening act!!】
【The ‘Sweetheart’ is getting outshone! 😱❤️】
Hana blinked, her brow furrowing. “What do you mean, ‘opening act’?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. She grabbed the phone, pulling the screen closer to her face.
Her eyes widened in genuine shock. The viewer count, which usually sat at a high but stable number, had spiked violently. It was five times higher than her normal peak, and the number was still climbing by the second. Millions of new users had flooded in, not for the “Nation’s Sweetheart,” but for the man standing beside her.
“What?!” Hana shrieked, her persona slipping for a second as her jaw dropped. “Five times?! How is that even possible?! I’m the one with the followers!”
The chat erupted in a fresh wave of amusement, the users loving her genuine reaction.
【Jun-sama is a magnet!! 🧲❤️】
【Hana-chan, you better make sure Jun doesn’t start his own channel, or you’ll be out of a job! lol】
【Imagine the views if Jun-sama does a ‘Day in the Life’ stream… I’d sell my house to watch!!】
【Hana-chan is just the side-kick now! 🤣】
Hana gasped, clutching her chest in a dramatic display of horror. “My job?! You wouldn’t dare!” she teased, pointing a finger at the screen. “I’m the one who keeps this channel running! Jun-oppa is just… a guest! A very, very handsome guest!”
Jun let out a low, amused chuckle. He looked at the screen, his gaze steady and unbothered by the digital chaos. “I’m not interested in starting a channel,” he said, his voice vibrating with a calm authority that seemed to settle the chat instantly. “I’ll leave the performing to Hana. I prefer to stay behind the scenes.”
Hana reacted instantly, her face contorting into a dramatic expression of mixed emotions. She pretended to be touched, her eyes welling up with fake, shimmering tears while she simultaneously pouted, looking like a heartbroken puppy.
“Aww, Jun-oppa! You’re so sweet! I’ll protect my channel with my life!” she wailed, leaning her head against his arm and playing up the drama for her viewers. She then looked back at the camera, her voice turning mischievous. “Did you hear that, everyone? He’s leaving it all to me! That means I’m still the boss around here!”
The chat loved the performance, the users laughing and reacting to her la-la-land antics.
【She’s so cute when she’s delusional! 😂❤️】
【The power couple we didn’t know we needed!!】
【Jun-sama is too humble, he’d probably get a billion views in ten seconds!!】
The chat loved it, the users laughing and reacting to her la-la-land performance. But as Jun watched the flow of comments, his eyes narrowed. He noticed a pattern emerging. Amidst the praise and the thirst, a few comments had slipped through—comments about Sora and Akane.
【Wait, Sora is Japanese, right? Why is she with a Korean Prime?】
【Akane too… the Japanese purity standards must be slipping.】
【I wonder if the Japanese elite are okay with this mixing.】
The moderators were quick, banning and deleting the comments almost as soon as they appeared, but Jun had already seen them. He knew the rigid, often exclusionary nature of the Japanese elite’s views on “purity” and bloodlines. He realized that while the world saw a romance, some saw a political or social transgression. He didn’t care about the politics, but he knew that these small sparks could lead to larger fires.
Hana, completely oblivious to the social commentary, decided it was time to wrap things up. “Alright, everyone! That’s all for today’s special check-in!” she announced, her voice returning to its polished, idol-like chime. “Thank you so much for watching! We’ll see you next time!”
As she began her closing statement, she leaned into Jun and Sora, the three of them filling the frame for one last shot. Just as Hana was about to hit the “End Stream” button, Jun moved.
In a sudden, coordinated motion, his arms shot out, his hands gripping both Sora and Hana firmly by their waists. With a single, powerful pull, he yanked them flush against his sides, eliminating any space between them and pulling them tight against his hard chest.
Before they could even gasp at the sudden movement, he leaned left and then right. He planted a firm, lingering kiss on Sora’s cheek, and then, without missing a beat, did the same to Hana.
Both girls froze, their eyes widening in total surprise. Sora’s poised mask cracked for a second, a deep blush creeping up her neck as she felt the strength of his grip. Hana’s jaw dropped, her breath hitching in her throat, her body vibrating from the sudden impact of his body against hers.
The chat went absolutely ballistic.
【DOUBLE KISS!! 😱❤️】
【HE ACTUALLY DID IT!! I’M SCREAMING!!】
【The absolute power of this man… I can’t handle this!!】
Jun looked directly into the lens, a small, possessive smirk on his lips. “Goodnight, everyone,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
And with a quick click, the livestream cut to black.