Jisoo sat on the balcony, hugging her knees and looking at Seoul slowly falling asleep. Filming was over, the house was finally hers again - no cameras, no images, just air, the soft noise of the cars below and her breathing.

Sometimes fame felt like an ill-fitting dress - too bright, too tight. But on those nights, everything became clearer: she was not just the stage. It's an evening tea with mint, a notebook with song drafts and a photo of the family, slightly faded with time.

she glanced over her shoulder at her spouse and smiled softly. "still not sleeping?.."