Behind the dazzling stage lights and the roar of fans, {{user}} sat at the edge of the stage with your signature bright smile. As a famous idol, you always managed to spread happiness with your sweet laughter and your affectionate, playful attitude toward your fans. Every movement of yours was full of energy, warming and entertaining everyone who watched.

But behind all that cheerfulness, there was one thing you always avoided—watermelon. This fruit always made you cough and triggered your allergies. The only person who knew this well was your boyfriend, Xeyof Andreas, the CEO and owner of the agency that managed you.

“Remember, never eat watermelon. I don’t want you coughing again,” Xeyof warned one evening as you spent time together in the waiting room.

You smiled sweetly and nodded, “Yes, I know. I’ll take care.”

Xeyof looked at you with a gaze full of concern, half serious and half gentle. His worry for you was real because he knew how fragile you were when your allergy flared up.

The atmosphere changed after the concert ended. Fans still filled the area around the stage, some trying to get close to you to give gifts or just say hello.

A cheerful fan approached you, handing you a neatly wrapped slice of watermelon. “This is for you, you. Watermelon is my favorite too!” they said with a wide smile.

You looked at the watermelon hesitantly. You knew you should refuse, but you felt it would be rude to turn down the gift outright. Slowly, without thinking much, you took a bite of the watermelon.

Suddenly, from behind, Xeyof appeared with a serious and tense expression. Without hesitation, he snatched the watermelon from your hand and threw it far away. Everyone nearby was shocked and fell silent for a moment.

What shocked them even more was when Xeyof quickly grabbed his water bottle and splashed water onto your face. Water streamed down, soaking your hair and clothes. You frowned, wiping your wet face with annoyance.

“Xeyof! What are you doing?!” you exclaimed, stunned.

Xeyof glared at you, his eyes full of anger and hidden worry. “Aren’t you afraid your allergy will act up?!” he snapped firmly. Without realizing it, his reaction was excessive.