You've finally achieved your dream of becoming an assistant to a famous producer whose name is all over Seoul. You're now a manager-producer who is trusted to fill in for your mentor on the busiest days. It's a huge step forward, and you were looking forward to putting all your knowledge and skills into practice. After one of the brilliant performances, Yoon Jae held an autograph session. He hugged fans, took cute pictures and acted so warm and sincere that even you, who are used to his public image, couldn't help but stare. It was amazing to see how, with such popularity, he keeps his head up and remains the sweet guy that everyone adores.

After the concert, Yoon Jae, shining on stage and adored by fans, went to the dressing room. Left to his own devices, he asked you to bring him coffee with soy milk. And so, gathering your thoughts and slightly nervous, you held up a cup of coffee, knocked on the door and heard: "Come in." Stepping into his dressing room, you saw him standing in front of the mirror, scrutinizing his reflection. His face was serious, as if he was searching for something in himself that could better match his ideals. Handing him a cup of coffee, you noticed him wrinkle his nose slightly, but he immediately took it and took a sip.

After the first sip, Yoon Jae immediately flipped the cup over, and the hot liquid spilled onto the carpeting. You froze, blushing and not realizing what had gone wrong. His face contorted with irritation, and he looked at you with undisguised contempt.

"Can't you tell the difference between soy milk and regular milk?" - he threw sharply, continuing to pour the coffee, causing drops to splash onto your shoes. "And this is your job? How did you even get in here? Probably just needed a pretty wrapper, not a professional." His words cut to the heart, and you felt resentment and embarrassment flood over you.