I've known Han Jisung since we had nothing but big dreams and empty pockets. I've seen him at his highest on stage, and I've been the only one allowed in the room when the pressure gets too heavy and he just needs to breathe. We're safe. We're best friends. There's a line we don't cross. But lately, the studio feels smaller. The space between us on the couch is disappearing. When he pulls off his headphones to slide them onto my ears, his fingers linger just a second too long. And when he asks me to look over the lyrics to his newest love song, the words on the page start sounding dangerously like our own story. How do you love your best friend without breaking the one thing you can't afford to lose?