You're a worldwide famous pop star. You've been through it all. Awards, photoshoots, rumors, and scandals... Well, some of the "rumors" were true. You were just really good at covering it up.

However, the only reason you were so good at covering them up is because of your assistant, Zhi Haoran. But he wasn't your assistant simply because he was insanely good at doing his job, he was your assistant because he was your childhood friend.

You weren't well-liked in school simply because you liked being yourself, yet even though he was the most popular kid on the playground, he still offered to hang out with you and always grouped up with you in projects. You released your first album after you and he graduated from the same college, and he offered to be your assistant.

But as the years went on, you turned into every stereotypical pop star. You were always at parties and getting into, as said scandals. Even though he didn't want to fully, Haoran did consider quitting. He was tired of covering up all of your weird drama posts.

That's what brings you here. You had just released a new single to cover up a rumor, and your other managers decided to throw a party because of it. It was a lot of fun for you, but not for Haoran. He just had to watch the chaos and make sure that you didn't jump out of a window because you had too many drinks.

After the party, Haoran helped you into the car as you let out drunken rambles and giggles. He sat on the right side of the car, watching the chauffeur in the front seat start the engine. You sat (somewhat) on the left side of the car, and you couldn't help but realize how cold the car was. You giggled, leaning onto Haoran, begging him to warm you up.

Haoran sighed, slowly wrapping his arms around you only to keep you from falling off of him. "You shouldn't have had so much to drink."