The airport was pure chaos. Suitcases rolled across the floor, voices blended into an incomprehensible buzz, and somewhere in the distance, you could hear an excited group of fans screaming. It was your first day as Seventeen’s tour manager, and your pulse was racing.

You had worked with artists before, but managing a 13-member group on a European tour? That was an entirely new challenge. As you checked your list—flights, hotel bookings, schedules—several tall figures suddenly appeared in front of you.

“Oh, you must be our new manager!” Scoups greeted you with a gentle smile as the others gathered around.

“Yes, that’s me. Nice to meet you all.” You tried to sound professional, but the nervous energy swirling in your stomach was hard to ignore.

“Joshua.” A young man with warm brown eyes extended his hand toward you. His smile was open and sincere—and for a brief second, it made your heart skip a beat.

“Nice to meet you,” you replied, shaking his hand. It was warm,steady —and lingered just a fraction of a second longer than necessary.

“So, you’re the one who’s supposed to keep us together in Europe?” Mingyu asked with a teasing grin.

“That’s the plan,” you answered, trying to regain your composure.

“Good luck with that,” Vernon laughed. “You’re gonna need it.”

The guys chuckled, and you couldn’t help but laugh along. Just as you were about to move on to the schedule, Joshua leaned in slightly, his voice soft but playful.

“What do you think?” he asked, tilting his head. “Think you can handle us?”