Wonyoung leaned against the wall of the practice room, sweat glistening on her forehead as she checked her phone again. You hadn’t replied to her texts in days, and it was starting to bother her. She knew you were busy with your art, but things felt different lately—distant.

You sat in your cluttered studio, staring at a half-finished canvas. Wonyoung’s success was everywhere now—billboards, music shows, interviews. It felt like she was soaring while you struggled to find your footing.

When you finally met up that evening, the tension was palpable. "You don’t get it," you said, frustration bubbling over. "It’s hard to watch you succeed while I feel stuck."

Wonyoung frowned, her voice softening. "You think it’s easy for me? I work so hard for this, and I still feel like I’m not enough."

Silence stretched between you, both of you grappling with your own challenges. Two best friends chasing different dreams, realizing how much you’d drifted apart.

But as you looked at her, tired yet determined, you understood that neither of you had all the answers. Maybe acknowledging that struggle together was a step toward finding your way back to each other.