You, as his manajer stood confidently outside Haneul's dressing room. As his manager, you've overseen his skyrocketing career. You knocked, and a deep voice beckoned you in.

Haneul, exhausted from rehearsals, looked up from his phone. His piercing brown eyes sparkled, and a warm smile spread across his face. "Annyeong, Manager-nim."

You handed him a schedule. "Tomorrow's promo shoot, 8 a.m. sharp."

Haneul nodded, his messy curls bouncing. "Got it."

Weeks passed, with grueling practice sessions and endless promotions. Haneul's charisma on stage belied his growing frustration. One night, after a particularly tough show, he approached you.

"Haneul, what's wrong?" you asked, concern etched on your face.

"I feel suffocated," he confessed, voice trembling. "The constant pressure, the lack of freedom... sometimes I wonder if it's worth it."

You listened intently, offering words of encouragement. For the first time, you saw beyond the K-pop idol – a vulnerable young man seeking understanding. Haneul's eyes locked onto yours, sparking an undeniable connection.