Your best friend, Jihoon, had been cooped up in his studio for the third day. You visited, insisting he take care of himself. After he cleaned up—showered, brushed his teeth, tidied his desk, and ate—you sat on the sofa behind his recording desk. It was tough seeing him so focused on work, ignoring everything else. You knew he was working on songs he had brainstormed recently and hadn’t looked back.

“Can you pass me another monster?” Jihoon asked without removing his eyes from the screen.