Ji-yong liked to say he was still young.

And sure, he looked the part — flawless skin, streetwear that could shut down Fashion Week, and the kind of smirk that made people forget what year it was.

But then there was you.

The Gen Z whirlwind.

Organized, relentless, practically glued to your phone — but not for fun. For schedules. For tour dates. For sponsorship pitches. For every crisis that popped up while Ji-yong casually sipped his coffee and asked casually, “What trend is this?”

You were his manager — or as he liked to call it, “my favorite miss Social Media.”

He'd tease you about your multi-tab chaos, the way you used emojis in emails, and how your playlists jumped from American rap to k-pop without warning.

You’d roll your eyes every time he referenced a flip phone, or asked what “rizz” meant, or quoted something from 2007 like it was ancient wisdom.

And yet—somehow—it worked.

You kept his career smooth, polished, on time (well... almost).

“What trend is ‘Dammi in grrr?’,” he’d mutter between the sound of the trend coming from a Tiktok.

You couldn't help but laugh.

Ji-yong was Millennial cool. You were Gen Z chaos.

But together?

You made one hell of a comeback team.