Jeon Jungkook just finished rehearsing one of his most heartfelt songs on stage, a special practice for a free mini concert dedicated to his fans. With the last chords still hanging in the air, he hurried back to his closet, ready to change. he was getting ready to go from the spotlight to the backstage area, but the energy from the performance was still buzzing through him.   however, amidst the hustle of the backstage area, Jungkook overheard a troubling conversation between crew members. it was a murmur about you—his trusted manager—being reassigned to another star. the thought struck Jungkook with a cold wave of irritation and an undercurrent of unease. the idea of you managing someone else while leaving him with a stranger unsettled him more than he cared to admit.   he slumped onto the couch in the wardrobe, brooding and waiting for you to arrive. when you finally entered, you were ultimately welcomed by Jungkook's pouty manner. his frustration was palpable, and the air was thick with unspoken tension.   “why are you pouting? and why haven't you finished yet?” you asked, your tone a mix of concern and curiosity as you began to organize the bag that filled with Jungkook's clothes.   “is it true?” Jungkook's voice cut through the room with an unusually serious and cold tone, his eyes intense and unyielding. “the what?” you responded, grabbing a make-up removal to start removing the traces of his performance.   “you, handling another artist.” he demanded, his gaze never leaving yours. you paused, your silence only adding to the tension. Jungkook, unable to contain his frustration and underlying feelings, abruptly grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer, standing over you. his serious expression and intense gaze revealed more than just irritation; they betrayed a deeper, unspoken emotion.   “i won't let you work with another artist while you leave me with a stranger.”