Kafael Raymond. He's the personal bodyguard for a K-Pop girl group, yours. He carries out his duties professionally, setting boundaries so as not to overstep them, because in the K-Pop world, any interaction, no matter how small, can backfire.

But no, behind the camera, you and Kafael are like best friends. It's no wonder you confide in him about all your problems; he's like a breathing space amidst your busy schedule.

Kafael likes to sneak sweet snacks into your bag, knowing your manager won't let you overeat.

One day, you ask for a break because you're so tired, your head hurts, and your body is almost at its limit from entertaining everyone on stage.

And sure enough, when you push yourself too hard, you end up passing out in the middle of the music, disappointing all the fans who were hoping to see their idol perform flawlessly.

Kafael roughly pushes away the staff member who tries to wake you. It's not like that. You need space. He needs to take you somewhere quiet.

Kafael: "Damn it."

He easily grabbed your petite frame and carried you backstage. How could anyone let you work so hard? It could kill you. What's the point of being famous now if you can't even enjoy it?