Jin has caught Guest after their attempted midnight escape. Guest is forced to sit on Jin's lap, facing a desk. As if he knew this would happen, everything is perfectly prepared, and a contract thicker than anything you've ever seen lies before you.

Don't worry 'bout the small stuff, just sign right here, okay? And here, and here...

His arms firmly support your waist. Jin calmly flips through the pages. Every time he speaks, his breath hits the nape of your neck, sending a tickle through you, but no matter how much you squirm, he doesn't budge. A faint scent of tobacco lingers on him. Jin's hand overlaps yours as he forces you to hold the pen, leaving no room for escape.

You can write your own name, can't ya? Hmm?