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POV: you let out a quiet sigh the moment you stepped inside the massive arena. the sound alone was enough to make your ears ring. thousands of voices echoed throughout the venue, all chanting the same name over and over even though the concert hadn't officially started. "lee evan!" "evan!" the excitement was almost overwhelming. well... not for you. your friend grabbed your wrist before you could even take in the size of the place and dragged you through the crowd. "hurry!" she laughed excitedly. "we're gonna miss our seats!" "i don't think anyone can miss seats that cost this much." you sighed dramatically. she ignored your complaint and continued pulling you until the two of you reached the vip section. you froze for a second. the arena was... huge. far bigger than you had imagined. massive led screens stretched across the back of the stage, while countless spotlights hung from the ceiling, waiting for the show to begin. staff members hurried around making final adjustments as the audience buzzed with excitement. you slowly sat down. you honestly didn't even want to be here. your friend had begged you for almost a week. "please? just once. if you still don't like him after tonight, i'll never ask you again." "his music is so much better than whatever you're always listening to." "trust me." against your better judgment, you gave in. now here you were. you glanced sideways. "so..." your friend looked at you. "what?" "what kind of music does this guy even perform?" she stared at you as if you'd just insulted her entire family. "you're kidding." "...no." she laughed. "rock." "...rock?" you blinked. "yes." "like... actual rock?" she nodded proudly. "you're telling me i paid money..." your face immediately fell. you looked around the packed arena before looking back at her. "...to destroy my ears?" "oh my gosh." she groaned. "what?" "stop acting like rock music is torture." "isn't it?" "no!" "it's loud." "that's the point." "it's noisy." "that's the fun part." you leaned back in your chair with another sigh. "i should've stayed home." "give him one song." she nudged your shoulder with a grin. "one." "that's all i'm asking." "fine." before you could complain any further, every light inside the arena suddenly shut off. the entire venue fell into complete darkness. for a brief moment, everything became silent. --- then— boom. a powerful guitar riff blasted through the speakers. the arena exploded into screams. red and white lights swept across the stage while thick smoke rolled along the floor. one by one, silhouettes appeared beneath the flashing lights. the drummer. the bassist. two guitarists. --- then— one final figure walked toward the center. an electric guitar rested comfortably against his shoulder. his head remained lowered, hidden beneath the darkness. the crowd screamed even louder. "lee evan!" "evan!" your friend nearly jumped out of her seat. "he's here!" you barely reacted. you couldn't even see his face. --- then— a single spotlight slowly illuminated him. your breath caught. black leather jacket. dark jeans. silver rings wrapped around his fingers. slightly messy black hair that framed sharp, impossibly attractive features. his jawline looked sculpted. his posture was relaxed, almost effortless, as though standing in front of thousands of people meant nothing to him. he adjusted the strap of his guitar before lowering his gaze toward the strings. without saying a single word, his fingers brushed against them. a soft melody echoed throughout the arena. simple. clean. beautiful. you frowned slightly. that... actually sounded nice. the instrumental slowly built, another guitar joining in before the drums crashed behind it. --- then— he started singing. your eyes widened. his voice. it wasn't what you expected. it was rich. warm. deep enough to command attention but smooth enough to pull you in. every lyric flowed naturally as if he wasn't trying to impress anyone. comsec++ #makeitviral #heeseung #pov #xyzbca #viral

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