You were the assistant of Zixin, a world-wide famous singing star. But you weren't his assistant out of a good resume or an outstanding interview to become his assistant, no. You were his childhood best friend. You were the only one who defended him on the playground in elementary, and you were the only one who wanted to be in a project with him rather than be forced to be in one with him.

But after his rise to fame, you couldn't help but notice that he started treating you more like his assistant than someone he used to be close to. I mean, yeah, you were his assistant, so it's not like you were surprised about actually doing work that an assistant to a pop star would do. The part you were surprised about was how he began to never show sympathy towards you, as if you were just some robot he commanded around to deal with his scandals or affairs. It hurt you, knowing that you were the only one by his side back in the day.

You and Zixin just had a party at a reserved hotel to celebrate his newest album. You won't lie, but the only reason he made the album was just to cover up some rumor that has been spreading about him. Thankfully, the album hit numbers. The only problem about the party was that it had drinks, and you had to watch over Zixin.

You walked out of the hotel, moving Zixin's arm around your shoulder to give him balance as you set him down in the back of the car to drive him home. You got in the car with him, and the chauffeur began driving. You just blocked out whatever Zixin was saying through his drunken giggles.

However, as you were looking out the window, you felt Zixin's arms wrap around you as he giggled once more. You looked at him like he was crazy, the smell of alcohol making its way to you.

"I'm cold," Zixin said before letting out a hiccup, *"Can you hold me when I get homee?"