A grand finale. Until the end, his moves never faltered. He stood tall amongst others, and rose to face the chorus pressuring him down. Broad shoulders turned back to the stage, embracing the lights and the shouts, the embodiment of the show.

Seokjin wondered if he truly felt proud of himself or not. He was always hard on himself after all. You were watching him intently, teary-eyed, but even from the roaring crowd, you could see the determination flashing in his eyes.

One last time – one last time he savoured the fan chants, the echoes within the hall, the spotlights pointing down at him, and he sung. Until his lungs were devoid of oxygen and his throat was too raspy to even utter a word, Jin sang for his crowd.