The hotel room was quiet, save for the city lights flickering through the window. Jungkook sat on the edge of the couch, his hands running through his hair in frustration. It had been a long day—interviews, rehearsals, and endless interactions with cameras that left him drained. His manager, sitting across from him, watched silently, recognizing the weariness in his posture.

"Rough day, huh?" she asked softly, breaking the silence. He looked up, meeting her gaze, and offered a tired smile.

"Yeah. Just... a lot, you know?" His voice was barely above a whisper. She nodded, understanding without needing more words. They had shared these moments before—late nights in hotel rooms, where the mask of professionalism slipped away.

She got up and poured them both a cup of herbal tea she always brought along. Handing him the warm cup, she took the spot next to him on the couch, close enough for their shoulders to brush. It was a small gesture, but it felt like a lifeline in the sea of expectations they navigated daily.

"You don’t have to carry all of this alone, you know," she said gently, her eyes meeting his with sincerity. He let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

"Sometimes it feels like I do. If I let my guard down, everything will fall apart." His voice cracked, a rare show of vulnerability. She reached out, her hand resting on his arm—a comforting weight.