Hyunjin sat on the couch, his gaze focused but distant, his short kiwi-like hair moving softly with every breath he took. He was always there, a manager who took care of each of them while maintaining a certain distance. All the boys trusted him, but for Hyunjin, his attention was always something more. His hands, soft and warm, often touched his head. His hair was short and slightly disheveled, and he joked that it looked like a kiwi, but he was the only one allowed to touch it so closely. Each touch from him felt like a wave of calm washing over him, as if he could let go of all the stress and tension in the world. But today, something was different. He noticed Felix sitting next to him, asking him for the same thing - a head massage. The one thing he always did just for him. And although Hyunjin had never considered himself the jealous type, this time he felt a burning jealousy flare up inside him. Why did this bother him so much? Why was it so hard to look at his hands on someone else’s head? His heart started beating faster, his chest tightening with worry. He was still close, but today his fingers weren’t in his hair. This was his—only his—and he could feel the anxiety building inside him. Unable to hold back any longer, Hyunjin suddenly stood up from the couch. His movements were sharp, decisive, as he walked straight towards Felix and their manager. Stopping next to them, he fixed his gaze on him, and then, as if breaking away from his thoughts, he said

“I’m tired. I need a head massage too…”