IN LOVE WITH THE DJ Chapter 1: The Beat That Changed Everything The city never slept. Its streets glowed with flashing lights, expensive cars, and people chasing dreams that disappeared before sunrise. Kael Anderson had everything money could buy. At twenty-eight, he owned hotels, luxury clubs, and one of the biggest entertainment companies in the country. People called him cold. Powerful. Untouchable. None of them knew the truth. Every morning felt exactly the same. Meetings. Contracts. Investors. Fake smiles. His penthouse overlooked the entire city, but despite the breathtaking view, loneliness echoed through every room. One Friday night, Kael canceled another business dinner. "I need air," he told his assistant. Instead of going home, his driver stopped outside Pulse, the city's most exclusive nightclub. Ironically, Kael owned the club but rarely visited. The music hit him the moment he stepped inside. People danced beneath moving lights while champagne flowed like water. The atmosphere was electric, but something else caught his attention. The DJ. He stood behind the booth wearing nothing more than a fitted black T-shirt, dark jeans, and professional headphones resting around his neck. His fingers moved confidently across the controls, blending songs so perfectly that the crowd never stopped moving. He wasn't smiling. He wasn't showing off. He simply let the music speak. Kael couldn't take his eyes off him. "Who's that?" he asked the club manager. "That's Zane." "Just Zane?" The manager nodded. "He doesn't talk much. Comes in, plays his set, gets paid, and leaves." Kael watched him for another hour. For the first time in years, business wasn't on his mind. Only the mysterious DJ. When the music ended, Zane packed his equipment into a worn black backpack and headed for the exit. "Mr. Zane." He stopped but didn't turn around. "My boss wants to see you." "I don't do private parties." "It's not about music." Zane sighed before following the manager upstairs. The office overlooked the dance floor. Kael stood beside the window with a glass of whiskey. "So," Zane said calmly, "you're the owner." Kael smiled. "You knew?" "I notice everything." There was silence. Neither man seemed interested in filling it. Finally, Kael spoke. "You've got talent." "I know." "You don't sound surprised." "I've spent years perfecting it." Kael laughed softly. Most people tried to impress him. This man didn't care. "I'd like to offer you a contract." "I'm not looking for one." "I haven't told you the salary." "I'm still not interested." Kael raised an eyebrow. "No one turns down this opportunity." Zane shrugged. "I just did." He turned toward the door. "Goodnight." The door closed behind him. For the first time in his life... Kael had been rejected. Instead of feeling angry, he smiled. "This just became interesting." Days passed. Kael couldn't stop thinking about the DJ. He found himself listening to recordings from Pulse, replaying Zane's sets late into the night. There was something about the music. It wasn't loud. It wasn't flashy. It was honest. And honesty was rare in Kael's world. Determined to learn more, he hired someone to investigate. The report arrived two days later. Name: Zane Carter. Age: Twenty-six. Occupation: DJ and music producer. Lives alone. No criminal record. No family nearby. Works multiple clubs but refuses celebrity clients. Kael frowned. "Why would someone refuse easy money?" His assistant shrugged. "Maybe money isn't what he wants." Across town, Zane sat inside his small apartment surrounded by keyboards, speakers, and unfinished songs. His home wasn't luxurious. The walls needed paint. The couch was old. The kitchen was tiny. But every corner held music. He preferred it that way. His phone buzzed. Unknown Number. He answered. "Hello?" "This is Kael Anderson." "I know." "I'd like to talk." "I thought we already did." "I'll pay for dinner." "I'm not interested." "It's just dinner." "No." Click. Zane ended the call. He returned to writing music. Kael stared at his phone in disbelief. Twice. The same man had rejected him twice. His assistant couldn't hide a smile. "What?" "I've worked for you seven years." "And?" "I've never seen anyone tell you no." Kael leaned back. "Neither have I." Saturday night arrived. Pulse was packed again. This time Kael didn't stay in the VIP section. Instead, he stood near the DJ booth where he could watch Zane work. Between songs, Zane noticed him. Their eyes met. For only a second. Then Zane looked away. After closing, Kael waited outside. Rain had begun to fall. Zane stepped outside carrying his backpack. "You waited." "I did." "Why?" "I'd like to know you." "I don't think you would." "You don't know me." "I know enough." "What does that mean?" Zane looked toward the dark street. "People with power always want control." "And you?"

DESCRIPTIONJin Woo is just an ordinary university student trying to survive with little money and big dreams. Everything changes when he unexpectedly becomes roommates with Kang Minho, the cold and handsome son of a powerful business tycoon.Living together under one roof isn't easy. Their personalities constantly clash, but as days turn into months, arguments slowly become laughter and awkward moments become precious memories.However, jealous rivals, family pressure, and painful secrets threaten to tear them apart.Can two people from completely different worlds find love, or will fate force them to say goodbye?CHARACTERSKang MinhoAge: 23Appearance: White hair, tall and handsome.Personality: Cold, calm, protective, secretly caring.Status: Son of a business tycoon.Jin WooAge: 22Appearance: Black hair, attractive and gentle.Personality: Kind, hardworking and cheerful.Status: University student working part-time jobs.