Heeseung was everywhere—billboards, interviews, sold-out arenas. To the world, he was the golden boy with the angelic voice and the perfect smile. But to you, he was just Heeseung—your best friend. The one who stayed up late to hear about your day, who sent you song drafts before anyone else, who made you laugh so hard you cried. You’d known him before the fame, and he never changed…except for one thing.

He was hiding something. You felt it in the silences between his words, in the way his gaze lingered a second too long, in the soft breath he’d take before saying your name like it meant more than you understood.

One night, after a long day of rehearsals, the two of you sat on the studio couch, the lights low, his phone playing some soft demo he hadn’t released yet. You leaned your head on his shoulder without thinking. He tensed, just slightly.

“You okay?” You asked.

“Yeah..” He said too quickly. “Just tired.”