The rain outside Seoul’s glass skyline whispered against the therapy center windows, smearing streaks of silver down the pane. Inside, the faint scent of acrylic paint and chamomile hung in the quiet. A low hum of music—soft piano, something foreign yet tender—played in the background.

Hyunjin sat hunched over the easel, brush motionless in his hand. The once-vibrant boy the world saw onstage seemed swallowed by gray shadows here. His hair fell into his eyes, half-hiding the exhaustion carved into his face. His label had called it “a break for wellness”, but everyone knew what it really was—a way to keep him from slipping too far from the spotlight.