Around five in the afternoon, Zoya left the restaurant.
Honestly, she wasn't in the mood to attend the concert.
But she couldn't disappoint her friends.
The concert was supposed to start at eight, so she decided to go home first, freshen up, and then head to the stadium.
With that plan in mind, she walked toward the bus station.
When she arrived, she stood there waiting.
A bus finally came.
She looked inside.
Packed.
She didn't get on.
Instead, she remained standing at the station, deciding to wait for the next one.
And then, unexpectedly, an old memory came back to her.
Back when she was doing her graduation, she and her friend used to do exactly the same thing.
Whenever a bus arrived, they would look inside, see how crowded it was, exchange a glance...
…and deliberately let it go.
Then they would wait for the next one.
At first, they had found it funny.
Eventually, teasing the metro staff became a routine.
And surprisingly, the staff actually enjoyed it too.
The funniest part?
They never found a less crowded bus.
To make sure the two girls wouldn't be late, the staff would eventually convince them to get on a bus that was usually even more crowded than the one they had just refused.
Everyone would end up laughing.
Including the two friends.
Today, Zoya had done the same thing.
But today, the crowded bus was only an excuse.
The truth was...
She wanted to arrive late.
So late that the concert would already be over.
Yes, Jeon J's words from the previous day had hurt her.
But more than hurt...
They had saddened her.
Still, she had decided to take control of her emotions.
Whatever lived inside her heart, Allah knew.
And for her, that was enough.
Why should Zoya be the one crying every time?
After coming to Korea, that had become her second promise to herself.
Why should Zoya be the one who cries?
This time, however, those words carried something different.
They carried strength.
And this time, she intended to keep that promise.
After a while, another bus arrived.
This time, she got on.
The weather was slightly warmer than it had been earlier.
When she finally reached home, she took a shower and began getting ready.
She chose a pair of blue pants with a loose golden frock that fell slightly below her knees.
She paired it with a blue scarf.
She had worn golden outfits many times before, but somehow, this combination felt different.
White sneakers completed the look.
She softly curled her hair, making the scarf look even more elegant.
On her finger, she wore a white pearl ring—the same one she usually wore on her ring finger.
But today was the first time in a long while that she had worn it.
Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say...
After coming to Korea, this was the first time she had gotten ready with her whole heart.
Her eyes and lashes were naturally beautiful, the kind people often admired.
She took out her mascara and gently brushed it over her lashes.
Then she applied the faintest touch of kohl.
It was barely visible.
Yet somehow, it made her eyes stand out even more.
Between her eyebrows, she placed a tiny dot.
It had become part of her identity.
She packed a few essentials into her soft shoulder bag and slipped it over her right shoulder.
She was ready.
Or at least, she should have been.
Because in reality, she had been doing everything slowly on purpose.
Taking her time.
Finding little reasons to delay leaving.
Before stepping outside, she stopped in front of the wall mirror Hana and Sophia had brought and carefully placed in one corner of the room.
She looked at herself.
And she liked what she saw.
Maybe it had taken a long time.
But she had finally decided to give herself some time.
Some attention.
Some care.
For the first time in a very long while...
She actually felt good looking at herself.
She locked the house and slipped the keys into her bag.
As her hand moved inside, her fingers brushed against something familiar.
She paused.
Slowly, she pulled it out.
A bracelet rested in her palm.
The letters MJ still shone against it.
One bracelet was still with Ji-ho.
The other had once been given to Minho.
But in a moment of anger, Minho had returned it.
Perhaps he had expected Zoya to come after him.
Perhaps he had expected her to make peace.
Instead, she had simply picked up the bracelet...
…and walked away.
Convincing Minho could wait for another day.
Looking at the bracelet now, Zoya smiled softly.
Then she fastened it around her wrist.
Now she was truly ready.
This time, instead of taking a bus, she decided to take a taxi.
She had already booked one.
By the time Zoya reached the stadium, it was already late.
Much later than she had originally planned.
She decided to call Minji and the others.
The phone rang.
And rang.
But Minji didn't answer.
Zoya sighed softly and slipped her phone back into her bag.
Then she headed toward the entrance.
Security was extremely strict.
The concert was already well underway, and Zoya wasn't even sure if they would still allow her inside.
When she reached the entrance, she removed her mask.
One of the security officers immediately recognized her.
He had seen her several times the previous day when she had been coming and going with Jea.
Fortunately, it was the same officer on duty tonight.
Without much trouble, he allowed her inside.
But now a new problem appeared.
Where was she supposed to go?
And how was she supposed to find everyone?
She had no idea.
Jea was nowhere in sight either.
So she stopped near the entrance and called Minji again.
This time, the call connected.
"Hello, Minji," Zoya said.
"Zoya!"
Minji's voice immediately came through the phone.
"I'm at the entrance. Where are all of you?"
There was a brief silence.
Then Minji said something.
Zoya's expression changed.
"What?"
She lowered her voice instinctively.
For a moment, she couldn't speak.
Meanwhile, inside the stadium...
"Zoya still hasn't arrived?" Ruhi asked as she finally dropped into her seat.
"She'll come. Sit down and watch," Minji replied.
But even as she said it, her eyes briefly drifted toward the entrance.
They had only just managed to reach their seats themselves.
The crowd had been enormous.
It had taken them nearly thirty minutes just to make their way from the entrance to the VIP section.
And the opening performance was only ten minutes away.
Tonight's concert, originally scheduled for eight, had been delayed until nine because of several issues on the organizers' side.
Yet not a single fan had left.
That was the power of TBS.
Their fanbase was so devoted that people joked about it online all the time.
"If all seven members sat silently on stage for the entire concert and did absolutely nothing, we'd still watch every second."
And honestly?
They probably would.
Because for many fans, it wasn't just about the music.
It was about them.
Suddenly—
Every light in the stadium went out.
The entire arena was swallowed by darkness.
A hush fell over the crowd.
For one breathtaking moment, tens of thousands of people seemed to hold their breath at the same time.
Then—
BOOM!
A burst of flames shot upward from the main stage.
The stadium exploded with screams.
Thousands of light sticks illuminated the darkness like a galaxy of stars.
The giant LED screens flickered to life.
A single name appeared.
KIM JOON.
A deep voice echoed through the stadium.
The crowd erupted.
A sharp spotlight cut through the darkness, revealing Kim Joon standing alone at the center of the stage.
Dressed in black, he looked every bit like the leader fans adored.
His opening rap rolled through the speakers, powerful and commanding, sending another wave of screams through the arena.
Before the cheers could even settle, the stage shifted.
HOSU.
The beat intensified.
Hosu burst onto the stage with unstoppable energy.
His movements were explosive.
His smile effortless.
Every jump, every step, every glance toward the audience had fans screaming his name.
Then the music changed.
The lights softened.
JINHUN.
His voice filled the stadium before fans even saw him.
Clear.
Powerful.
Beautiful.
As he stepped forward beneath a golden spotlight, thousands of fans immediately sang along, their voices blending with his.
The screens suddenly flashed.
The atmosphere darkened.
YOMIN.
His deep voice rolled through the speakers like thunder.
The audience roared.
He walked across the stage with calm confidence, owning every second without needing to do much at all.
Then the beat dropped again.
MINJO.
Graceful and precise, he seemed to glide across the stage.
Every movement was effortless.
Every turn perfectly timed with the music.
Fans near the front could hardly contain themselves.
Electric visuals flashed across the giant screens.
A silhouette appeared.
TEAHUN.
The moment he smiled, the stadium nearly lost its mind.
His presence alone was enough to send waves of excitement through the crowd.
Fans screamed his name so loudly that even the music struggled to overpower them.
Then—
Everything went dark once more.
The music stopped.
The lights disappeared.
For a single second, the entire stadium stood frozen in anticipation.
Everyone knew who was coming next.
A lone spotlight slowly illuminated the center of the stage.
Through the drifting smoke, a figure emerged.
JEON J.
The second his face appeared on the giant screens, the stadium erupted.
The screams were deafening.
Some fans were crying.
Some were shaking.
Others could barely hold their phones steady.
Jeon J stood beneath the spotlight, calm and composed as fireworks exploded behind him.
Then, one by one, the remaining members joined him.
Seven silhouettes.
Seven stars.
Standing together beneath a sky of lights, flames, and thunderous applause.
TBS.
Finally.
The concert had begun.
The crowd's energy was electric.
The members were smiling.
The fans were ecstatic.
Yet among all the excitement, there was one person whose attention seemed to drift elsewhere every now and then.
Jeon J.
Every so often, his gaze flickered toward one particular area of the stadium.
The entrance.
As though he were waiting for someone.
Or perhaps...
hoping.
Song after song, the energy only grew stronger.
The crowd sang every lyric from memory.
Thousands of voices became one.
Light sticks moved like waves beneath the night sky, creating an endless ocean of color.
Kim Joon's solo stage ended.
Then came Hosu's.
His energy was infectious.
Even the members watching from backstage couldn't help but smile.
Minutes turned into hours.
One performance blended seamlessly into another.
Jinhun's emotional ballad left half the audience in tears.
Yomin's rap stage set the arena on fire.
Minjo's dance break became one of the loudest moments of the night.
Teahun's playful interaction with the crowd had fans screaming so loudly that he could barely finish speaking.
And every time Jeon J stepped forward, the stadium erupted again.
The members laughed.
Teased one another.
Shared stories from the tour.
Played games with the audience.
Performed old songs that brought back memories.
Performed new songs that had everyone dancing.
Time slipped away without anyone noticing.
The concert was moving toward its final section.
Back in the VIP seats, Minji checked her phone again.
Nothing.
No messages.
No calls.
No sign of Zoya.
"Maybe she's really not coming," Ruhi said quietly.
Minji frowned.
"No.
She'll come."
But this time, even Minji sounded less certain.
By now, even the members were beginning to feel the strain.
Busan's weather had grown noticeably warmer over the past few days, and after hours of back-to-back performances, dancing, running across the stage, and interacting with the crowd, exhaustion was beginning to show.
Most fans couldn't tell.
The members were professionals.
They smiled through the fatigue.
They performed through the ache.
And tonight was no different.
Or at least...
that's what everyone thought.
From her seat, Minji frowned.
Jeon J looked fine.
But something felt off.
His movements were still sharp.
His vocals were still stable.
His smile was still there.
Yet every now and then, Minji noticed him slowing down for a fraction of a second.
A tiny pause.
A slightly heavier breath.
A brief loss of focus.
Things nobody else would notice.
But Minji did.
The next song began.
One of the concert's most energetic performances.
Fireworks exploded around the stage.
The crowd screamed the lyrics.
The members ran across the extended stage, waving at fans.
Jeon J forced himself to keep up.
Just a little longer.
Just one more performance.
The music reached its climax.
The members moved into their final formation.
Jeon J turned.
For a split second, his vision blurred.
The lights.
The heat.
The exhaustion.
Everything hit him at once.
His foot landed slightly wrong.
He lost his balance.
He stumbled forward and crashed hard against a piece of stage equipment before catching himself.
A sharp edge scraped across his forearm.
The impact wasn't enough to stop the performance.
But blood immediately appeared along his sleeve.
The members noticed.
Some fans noticed too.
Yet before anyone could react, Jeon J pushed himself upright.
And smiled.
As if nothing had happened.
The crowd erupted with encouragement.
The music continued.
And somehow...
he finished the song.
A thirty-minute intermission was announced before the final two performances.
It gave both the fans and the members a chance to breathe and refresh themselves.
Despite their flawless smiles and unwavering energy, the members had been pushing through exhaustion without letting it show.
But this break was more than necessary.
Jeon J had sustained an injury earlier, and although he had continued performing, his body clearly needed a moment to recover.
Beneath the dazzling lights and roaring cheers, even the brightest stars needed a moment to breathe.
When the performance finally ended, the members waved to the audience before heading backstage.
The moment they disappeared behind the curtains, Jeon J's pace slowed.
His face had gone pale.
"Jeon J?"
Kim Joon stepped forward.
No answer.
He took two more steps.
Then—
Jeon J collapsed.
Everything happened at once.
"Catch him!"
"Call the medical team!"
"Move!"
Staff members rushed forward.
The members surrounded him.
A medic dropped to his knees beside him while another hurried to bring emergency supplies.
Back in the audience, fans had no idea what was happening.
The giant screens continued showing concert visuals.
Music played through the speakers.
The staff worked quickly to keep panic from spreading.
Meanwhile, Minji was already on her feet.
"I'll be back," she told Sophia.
"Where are you going?"
"Washroom."
Without waiting for a response, she hurried away.
But she wasn't heading toward the washroom.
She was heading backstage.
The TBS staff knew Minji as one of Jeon J's close friends, so getting backstage wasn't difficult.
By the time she arrived, the atmosphere behind the stage was tense.
Managers were speaking rapidly.
Medical staff were checking Jeon J.
The cut on his forearm was deeper than it had first appeared.
Not life-threatening.
But deep enough to require stitches.
Jeon J had regained consciousness, though he still looked exhausted.
His eyes remained closed as the medic worked on his arm.
And then—
Minji's phone vibrated.
Zoya Calling.
For a second, Minji stared at the screen.
Then she answered immediately and stepped away from the chaos.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Minji," Zoya's voice came from the other side.
"I'm at the entrance. Where are all of you?"
"Backstage," Minji replied casually as she stepped farther away from the staff.
"Backstage?"
Zoya lowered her voice.
"Why? Has the concert ended already?"
"No. Not yet."
"Then what happened?"
Minji glanced toward the medical team.
"Jeon J got injured during the performance."
For a moment, Zoya said nothing.
The noise of the stadium seemed to fade into the background.
Her grip on the phone tightened.
"Injured?" she repeated quietly.
"Yeah. Nothing serious, so don't panic. He lost his balance during one of the performances and cut his arm. The doctors are checking him now."
Minji kept her tone calm.
To her, injuries were unfortunate but not unusual.
Idols got hurt.
They pushed their bodies beyond their limits all the time.
But on the other side of the call, Zoya felt something sink inside her chest.
She instinctively touched her own arm where the thought of his injury seemed to ache.
She knew idols got injured.
She knew it wasn't uncommon.
Yet hearing about it and seeing it were two completely different things.
Somehow, she remembered his tired face from the previous day.
The way he had spoken.
The way he had looked at her.
And suddenly, the injury felt more real than it should have.
"Is he okay?" she asked before she could stop herself.
"He's conscious. The medical team is with him. They'll probably put a few stitches in his arm and make him rest for a while."
Minji paused.
Then she said,
"Listen. Do you remember where you sat yesterday?"
"Yeah," Zoya replied.
"Come there."
"What? No, it's fine. I'll just—"
"Zoya."
Minji cut her off.
"Just come."
Zoya opened her mouth to refuse again.
But for some reason...
she couldn't say the words.
A small part of her wanted to know for herself that he was okay.
A small part of her wanted to see him.
Even if only for a moment.
"Fine," she said at last.
A smile appeared on Minji's face.
"Good."
The call ended.
By the time Zoya reached backstage, the stitches had already been done.
Jeon J had regained consciousness as well.
A TBS staff member led her inside before quietly leaving.
Zoya walked in.
Minji's attention was still fixed on Jeon J.
He was lying at one end of a three-seater sofa, his eyes closed.
Though from the occasional flutter of his lashes, it wasn't difficult to tell that he was awake.
The other members were scattered around the room.
Some were changing outfits.
Some were fixing their microphones.
Others were getting touch-ups from the makeup artists while talking to one another.
Despite trying to act normal, all of them had been shaken by what had happened.
"Hey, Zoya."
Minjo was the first to notice her.
Minji turned immediately.
The others greeted her as well.
Zoya simply nodded in response.
For a moment, she didn't know what to say.
Her eyes drifted toward Jeon J.
Just one glance.
Then she looked away.
"We're already running late. Hurry up. We only have ten minutes left."
Kim Joon's voice cut through the conversation.
"I'm ready," Yomin replied calmly.
Then he looked down at his shirt.
"But this button is broken."
He held up the middle button of his white shirt.
"If it were the top one, I could've managed. But this one is obvious."
The members groaned.
With Jeon J's injury, everyone had been distracted, and now they were struggling to manage the remaining time.
The final section of the concert would begin in less than ten minutes.
Minji and Zoya sat down on the sofa opposite Jeon J and watched the chaos unfold.
The confidence Zoya had brought with her disappeared the moment she entered backstage.
She always panicked in unfamiliar situations.
Still, she was trying hard to stay composed.
Suddenly—
Jeon J sat up.
A quiet sound of pain escaped him.
Both Minji and Zoya looked at him immediately.
His eyes landed on Zoya.
And stopped.
For a brief moment, everything around him seemed to fade.
Then he composed himself and looked away.
"I'm going back on stage," he said.
Kim Joon frowned.
"You should rest."
"No."
Jeon J's voice turned serious.
"There shouldn't be any compromise when it comes to work."
Without waiting for another argument, he stood up and headed toward the changing area.
A few minutes later, he returned.
Holding another broken button.
"This one's broken."
Minjo burst out laughing.
"Why are everyone's shirt buttons falling off today?"
A staff member raised her hand nervously.
"Sorry, sir. My son visited earlier."
Everyone looked at her.
"He loves shirt buttons. At home, he removes every button he can find from his father's shirts."
The room erupted into laughter.
"I'm starting to think he did the same thing here."
"It's okay," Kim Joon said with a smile. "Buttons can be replaced. Just help us fix them quickly."
That was what touched everyone's hearts the most.
Their humility.
No matter how much love, fame, or admiration surrounded them, they remained grounded, warm, and genuinely kind.
"Yes, sir. Let me finish Jinhun's makeup first."
Kim Joon looked around the room.
"We're running out of time."
"Minji, you do it."
Teahun grinned mischievously.
Minji immediately narrowed her eyes.
"You sew the buttons," Teahun teased.
The room burst into laughter.
"You know I can't do that."
"Exactly."
Teahun laughed.
Then he pointed toward Zoya.
"See? My friend can do it."
He clearly assumed she couldn't either.
Zoya shot him an annoyed look.
"I can sew the button."
Then she looked directly at Teahun.
"But stop calling me your friend. I'm not even your fan. Why would I be your friend?"
The room went silent for half a second.
Then everyone burst out laughing again.
Teahun placed a dramatic hand over his heart.
"You wounded me."
Zoya made a teasing face.
"Good."
"I'm serious. That hurt."
"No, this hurts."
She pointed toward Jeon J's bandaged arm.
The words slipped out before she could stop them.
She immediately realized what she had said.
"Could someone give me a needle and thread?"
She quickly changed the subject, trying to compose herself.
For a moment, everyone seemed to process her words.
And Jeon J immediately turned his head toward her.
No one said anything.
A staff member quickly handed Zoya a small sewing kit.
There was still a lot left to do.
Backup dancers needed costume checks.
The final performance lineup needed confirmation.
Everyone was rushing.
Zoya opened the kit.
She pulled out a needle.
Then selected a white thread.
All the shirts were white.
As she threaded the needle, she carefully avoided looking at Jeon J.
Now came the question.
Whose shirt should she fix first?
Naturally, she stood and walked toward Yomin.
Everyone noticed.
Except Minji.
Several members exchanged glances.
Then they glanced toward Jeon J.
The cold look in his eyes didn't go unnoticed.
But nobody had time to discuss it.
"Yomin," Zoya said as she sat down in front of him.
"If I accidentally stab you with the needle, don't blame me."
Yomin laughed.
"I'll try my best to survive."
She smiled and started sewing.
Across the room, Jeon J sat in front of a makeup artist, pretending not to watch.
But he couldn't understand it.
The previous day had ended badly.
He had said far too much.
Yet here she was.
At the concert.
Laughing.
Talking normally.
Acting as if nothing had happened.
And somehow...
That bothered him more than anger would have.
Within two minutes, the button was fixed.
"Thank you," Yomin said sincerely.
Teahun immediately pointed toward the repaired shirt.
"See? You're exactly the kind of person we need around here."
Zoya raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, really?"
"Of course. We spend half our lives looking for someone to sew our buttons."
The room laughed again.
Zoya held up the needle.
"I can sew buttons."
Then she smiled sweetly at Teahun.
"And I can sew mouths shut too..."
She paused.
"Especially when someone talks too much."
Teahun immediately backed away dramatically.
The room erupted again.
"Jeon J, you should also get your shirt button fixed. We're getting late," Yomin said, adjusting his outfit with a half-smile.
"I'm fine like this," Jeon J replied flatly.
Before Kim Joon or anyone else could respond, Zoya quickly stood.
"Minji, let's go."
Her voice came out rushed.
Almost too quick to sound normal.
The moment the words left her mouth, Jeon J's expression changed.
It wasn't dramatic.
It was subtle.
But sharp enough that the air around him seemed to shift.
He straightened instantly.
Adjusted his cuffs.
And without waiting for the makeup artist to finish the final touch, he stepped away.
Then he walked forward.
Right past Zoya.
Close enough that she could feel his presence like a cold wave.
His eyes moved over her for a split second.
Cold.
Distant.
Unreadable.
Then he looked away completely.
As if she wasn't even there.
Without saying a word, he left for the stage entrance, where the rest of the team was already preparing.
Zoya froze.
That look stayed in her mind.
It wasn't simple anger.
It felt deeper than that.
Something heavier.
Something personal.
She quickly looked around, forcing herself to act normally.
Pretending nothing had happened.
"What happened to him?" Minji asked.
"Nothing," Hosu replied casually. "Maybe he just heard his favorite song. And because of his injury, he probably won't perform today. He'll just sit and watch from the side."
Minji laughed softly.
"Seriously, he behaves like a child sometimes."
"Come on. Let's go."
She pulled Zoya toward the stadium seats.
Zoya nodded and followed.
But her steps felt heavier than before.
Smoke began rising from the stage floor as shadows appeared in perfect formation.
The music started building.
Then Yomin's rap came in first—fast, powerful, explosive.
The crowd screamed his name as his voice cut through the heavy bass.
Kim Joon followed, steady and deep, grounding the performance with calm authority.
Together, they built an atmosphere that felt massive.
As if the entire stadium were breathing with them.
Then the music shifted slightly.
A softer beat entered.
It was his part.
Jeon J stepped forward into the spotlight.
Everything else faded slightly behind him.
He didn't perform like he usually did.
There was distance in him.
As if he were standing between the music and something else only he could feel.
His eyes lifted slowly toward the audience.
And for one brief moment—
They landed exactly on Zoya.
Her heart stopped.
It wasn't a long look.
Just a fraction of a second.
But it felt like everything else disappeared around it.
Minji leaned closer, amazed.
"Even injured, he's unbelievable. Look at him!"
Zoya didn't answer.
Her eyes remained fixed on the stage.
As the final performance came to an end, the entire stadium erupted into thunderous applause.
Thousands of light sticks shimmered like a galaxy beneath the night sky, while the cheers of the crowd echoed through every corner of the venue.
Breathing heavily from the performance, the members slowly walked toward the front of the stage and sat down together.
Kim Joon picked up his microphone first, a warm smile on his face.
"Before we end tonight, we want to apologize for starting the concert late."
A wave of supportive cheers immediately rose from the audience.
Yomin laughed softly.
"Honestly, we were worried everyone would be upset."
"Yeah," another member added. "But despite the delay, you stayed with us, supported us, and gave us so much love tonight."
The members looked around at the sea of glowing lights surrounding them.
"Thank you," Jeon J said quietly.
His voice carried through the stadium.
"Thank you for waiting for us and for making tonight so special."
The crowd responded with even louder cheers.
"You turned this into a beautiful memory for us," Kim Joon continued. "We hope tonight becomes a beautiful memory for you too."
He paused before continuing.
"Over these past two days, we've received so much love from all of you. Busan feels like home to us. It's the home of our two soulmates, and because of your warmth, it has become a true home for all of us."
The crowd erupted again.
"Every smile, every cheer, and every moment you've shared with us has made this place even more special. We believe you'll welcome us back with the same love in the future because, honestly, we'd love to return here again and again."
He smiled.
"Tomorrow is the final day of the concert, and we hope everything begins on time."
A few fans laughed softly.
"We know that when concerts are delayed, many of you have to wait for a long time, especially the children who come to see us. Seeing you tired or uncomfortable makes us feel sorry."
His voice softened.
"Thank you for staying with us. Thank you for your patience. And thank you for giving us memories we'll carry in our hearts forever."
For a few moments, they simply sat there.
Taking in the sight before them.
The endless ocean of lights.
The banners held high in the crowd.
The thousands of faces looking back at them.
Then, as the ending music began playing softly in the background, the members stood together.
One by one, they reached for each other's hands.
Their fingers intertwined, forming a single line across the stage.
The stadium grew quieter.
Gratitude.
Pride.
Emotion.
All of it filled the air.
Together, they stepped forward.
And bowed deeply.
The crowd exploded into applause.
Some fans cheered.
Some cried.
Others simply stood there, wanting to hold onto the moment a little longer.
When the members finally straightened, they looked around one last time.
Taking in the faces.
The lights.
The banners.
The memories.
Then—
The stage lights suddenly went dark.
A collective gasp spread through the crowd.
For one heartbeat, everything was black.
And then—
The first firework shot into the sky.
Boom.
A brilliant burst of gold exploded above the stadium.
Another followed.
Then another.
Within seconds, the night sky transformed into a breathtaking canvas of light.
Golden sparks rained across the darkness like falling stars.
Waves of silver, blue, purple, and crimson fireworks bloomed overhead, each explosion more beautiful than the last.
Thousands of faces tilted upward.
The members stood silently on stage, watching alongside the crowd.
For that moment, there were no performers.
No audience.
Just thousands of people sharing the same sky.
The fireworks reflected in countless eyes, painting the stadium with flashes of color and wonder.
Cheers mixed with laughter.
Phones rose into the air to capture the moment.
Then the final firework soared higher than all the others.
It exploded into a magnificent crown of golden light.
The entire stadium was illuminated one last time.
A collective—
"Wow..."
—swept through the crowd.
Then, slowly, the sparks faded into the night.
Leaving behind only the lingering glow of memories...
And the feeling that, for a few magical hours,
the world had been perfect.
To be continued...
Regards,
ZK💌