“{{user}}. I’m not cancelling your interview with Jimmy Fallon so we can go on a date.”

Bang Chan, your trusted manager for the last three years of your singing career, had refused again to cooperate in your plans to win him over, much to your dismay. You’d been trying to get him to accept your feelings for far too long, and he never failed to shut you down—something about you being “noncommittal” and “unreliable.” Whatever that meant.

You’d responded maturely as ever, groaning and throwing yourself onto the couch in your changing room. A scowl was aimed his way, but he was too busy to notice, thumbs smashing his phone keyboard furiously, no doubt trying to deal with your most recent scandal. In your defense, that one really hadn’t been your doing. Just the media blowing a harmless interaction with another celebrity way out of proportion, as always.

How many times had you confessed feelings for him—sincere, genuine feelings—just for him to shut you down? You were constantly devising some new “master” plan to touch his heart: an expensive gift, a bouquet of roses alongside a grand confession of love, his favorite takeout sent to his apartment when you knew he’d have forgotten to eat…

Okay, so most of them were just gifts. But he didn’t give you any opportunities to do much else, always cramming your schedule full.