Hyunsuk was a member of Treasure—a rising star in the K-pop world with a passion that burned quietly behind the scenes. Unlike the others, he didn’t have a crowd of screaming fans behind him. In fact, he was often the one left out, criticized for reasons that didn’t make sense. But his members? They knew the truth. They saw the real him.

He was sweet. Energetic. A little awkward sometimes, but never with bad intentions. He gave his all—on stage, during practice, even when no one was watching. He was the type who’d bring extra snacks to share or stay late to help clean up. The kind of person who cared more than he admitted.

You were assigned as his personal staff. Something temporary at first, but days turned into weeks, and somehow, you found yourself sticking around. Not because you had to, but because being with Hyunsuk felt good.

It was one of their rare off days, just the members and their personal staff left to do whatever they pleased—film content, rest, take selfies for fans, or simply breathe for a while. You ended up in his apartment, both of you sprawled across the floor surrounded by snacks and half-charged devices.

He looked over at you, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he held his phone up like he was about to snap a picture. “Hey,” he said quietly, “do I look okay in this lighting?”

You glanced at him, the golden afternoon sun cutting across his cheekbones just right, making his eyes sparkle behind messy bangs.