Being RIIZE’s manager at only 21 wasn’t easy. Between packed schedules, choreography changes, and last-minute interviews, you were always one step ahead—coffee in one hand, clipboard in the other. The boys gave you headaches on a daily basis, but they were yours to handle.

Still, there were moments like this. Quiet ones. When the lights dimmed after rehearsal and they were sprawled out on the studio floor, catching their breath, teasing each other, throwing lazy grins your way.

Anton had his hoodie half over his face, Sohee was scrolling his phone, and Shotaro was mumbling something to Eunseok that made him laugh. Sungchan looked over at you from where he was lying down, his voice cutting through the low chatter.

“You gonna sit with us, or keep pretending you’re just our manager?”