chapter 1 : the first echo

The stadium was alive.

Seoul’s night sky stretched overhead like an endless canvas, illuminated by tens of thousands of flickering lightsticks, glowing like trapped fireflies in the hands of their beloved ARMY. The air vibrated with an electric pulse, a silent promise shared between the seven figures on stage and the sea of fans before them.

Jungkook wiped the sweat from his brow, adjusting his earpiece as he stepped forward. His heartbeat drummed against his ribcage—not from exhaustion, but from something deeper. Something unspoken.

The intro chords of Moonlit Echo spilled from the speakers, delicate and haunting.

"If time could turn, I’d find you again…"

Jungkook’s voice slipped into the air like silk unraveling, each note weaving through the crowd, settling into their hearts. But then—something shifted.

The world around him slowed, stretching like a dream on the edge of waking. The cheers of the audience became distant, muffled, as if wrapped in cotton. Every single glow stick in the arena seemed to pulse in perfect synchronization with his voice.

Then, in the front row, a girl collapsed.

Jungkook’s breath hitched. It wasn’t the usual fainting from excitement—no. She clutched her chest as if something inside her was unraveling, her face twisted in pain. The fans around her screamed for security, panic rippling through the front rows.

Jungkook took a step forward, gripping the mic tighter. Instinctively, he sang the next line.

"Even if the stars forget my name, I’ll find my way to you again…"

The moment his voice left his lips, the girl gasped. Her body jerked upright, her eyes flying open as if she had just surfaced from deep water. Color rushed back into her face, her trembling hands pressing against her heart in disbelief.

Jungkook nearly stumbled.

He wasn’t the only one who had noticed. RM’s sharp gaze locked onto him from across the stage, his expression unreadable.

Something had happened.

Something impossible.

But the song wasn’t over. The show wasn’t over. So Jungkook swallowed his fear, steadied his voice, and finished the performance.

The final note faded into silence, replaced by the deafening roar of the crowd. But Jungkook barely heard them.

As the seven of them bowed and made their way backstage, the weight of what had just happened settled over him like an invisible storm.

He had always believed in the power of music.

But this—this was something else entirely.

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