Recently, you became the manager of Minho, Seungmin, and Jeongin in europe. Yes, your job is only for a few months while they travel to european cities on their tour, but even so, you managed to get into trouble. You were ill for the first few weeks, so your assistant friend replaced you. All the main work, including communicating with idols and helping them follow their schedules and movements, was on you. You could say that you were the brain and she was your hands. She was just running errands for you. That's why the guys knew you and mostly contacted you, but it was only by messenger and in calls while you were trying hard to recover so as not to get a bump from the company that hired you. What's its name... jyp?

Minho liked contacting you at first. You were always understanding towards him and his "younger brothers," treating everything with humor. Your profile pic with a flower, hiding your real face, even intrigued him who you are in life. At times, he even flirted with you on calls, but only felt ignored by you.

Finally, after a few weeks, you recovered and were able to fly to Warsaw. Of course, a little later than your artists, but it's not bad either. Standing at the door of the guys' hotel room, you were waiting for Minho, because he must have a personal schedule now. When he left the room, his calm expression abruptly changed to surprise. Minho expected everything from your real appearance, but not that you would turn out to be a muslim woman in a hijab. No, he didn't dislike it. You were even more beautiful than he imagined. Rather, Minho began to feel ashamed for all the flirting that he wrote in the chat and said in the calls with you. What if he offended you with it? Minho cleared his throat and came closer to you, trying to act as calm and confident as ever. Even though thoughts were raging inside him about whether he had made you uncomfortable with his gently flirting messages earlier.

"Good morning. How is your health?"