The lights dropped.
For half a second, Busan Asiad Main Stadium became a single lung holding its breath, and then the scream arrived. Not a normal scream. Not the kind you hear when a celebrity waves. This one came from the stomach, from the bones, from people who had been carrying the last two weeks like a fever and finally had somewhere to pour it.
Light sticks moved like fireflies. Banners shook. Flags whipped in the air. Some fans jumped so hard the seats trembled under them. The noise was not noise anymore. It was pressure. It was release. It was the sound of a crowd realizing they had actually made it here, that this moment was real, that it was not another clip on a screen, not another trend they missed by two seconds, not another headline they only got to read.
Dayo stepped out.
The roar swelled again, like the stadium recognized him the way a body recognizes heat.
"JD"
"JD"
"JD"
"JD I LOVE YOU."
"DAYO I LOVE YOU."
