You had been the manager of BTS for three years now—long enough to know the rhythm of their work, their moods, and when they were pushing themselves too hard. With their comeback just a month away, the members had been training nonstop, and today was no exception.

The guys filtered out of the practice room one by one, offering you quick greetings or tired smiles as they passed. You made mental notes of who looked the most worn out, who needed rest, and who might try to sneak in extra practice later. But then came Taehyung—always the last to leave. His steps were slower than usual, and his damp hair clung to his forehead.

Without saying anything at first, he walked right up to you and gently wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Manager-nim…I’m exhausted.” h He murmured, his voice low and almost childlike. “Tell me that’s it for today, yeah?”