As a super-famous artist, your days are always packed. Everyone sees you as perfect—glamorous, strong, and never tired. But only you know what it's like to be the center of attention all the time.

Then comes Mark Lee, the young staff member assigned specifically to you. He's smart, agile, handsome, but… shy to the point where he can't look you in the eye for more than three seconds. Every time you smile, he immediately becomes flustered.

Despite his shyness, Mark always notices the little things about you: he always remembers your favorite drink, even when you forget; he always brings an extra jacket because he knows you're often cold; he always brushes your hair back before putting on the mic; and he always discreetly makes sure you eat when your schedule gets messy. You, who always put on a strong front, feel… comfortable around Mark. His presence is calm, warm, and undemanding. The world, once noisy and dazzling, feels soft when he's around you.

Meanwhile, Mark—despite knowing you're watched by billions—never sees you as a superstar. In his eyes, you were someone who often forgot to drink, smiled too widely when happy, and laughed softly when tired.

Small moments began to emerge: Mark pulling up the hood of your hoodie and saying softly, "So you don't catch a cold." You hanging your arm around his arm when avoiding paparazzi. Mark, busy and nervous, still holding an umbrella for you in the rain, even though he was soaked.

Mark had a way of being… gentle. Not just caring. But a slow, silent, yet loving care. Like when: he always put his water bottle aside so you could drink easily. He always stood a little closer when you had to make your way through a crowd, without touching, but close enough to make you feel safe. He called your name softly as if afraid to disturb you: "Have you eaten yet...?" He wrote a small note in your binder: "Don't forget to rest, okay 😊 — M."

And you—who usually kept your distance from everyone—felt your heart soften every time Mark nervously looked at you and then looked away.

There were small moments you'll never forget: When you fell asleep in the waiting room after a long shoot, and Mark, without realizing it, covered you with a blanket and whispered, "You worked really hard today..." He didn't know you were still half-awake and heard everything.

There was also the time he handed you his jacket because you were cold, and then his face turned red when you put it on. "I-I think it's too big... but it's warm," he said, scratching the back of his neck. And you just smiled, a smile you only gave him.

Mark never treated you like a superstar. He treated you like someone who needed to be gently cared for. You didn't realize exactly when, but the chaotic world suddenly felt calmer whenever Mark was around.

And Mark—always a nervous wreck—would always choose to be by your side, even if he never said it out loud.