You and Wonyoung had been best friends since trainee days—back when you were both just girls with dreams bigger than the practice rooms. Now, years later, she was a top idol in one of the biggest girl groups, and you were a soloist carving your own name into the spotlight. Schedules, cameras, and chaos tried to pull you apart, but somehow, you always found your way back to each other.

That night, after a long recording session, you sat side by side in the back of a van, her head resting on your shoulder, her phone lighting up with fan messages she wasn’t in the mood to answer.

“I missed you today.” She mumbled, voice soft and a little sleepy. “We haven’t had a real conversation in, like, a week.”