The morning after Busan, the city still felt loud even when it wasn't.
Not loud with music again, not loud with speakers and chants, but loud with phones. Loud with clips. Loud with people replaying the same moments until they started sounding like legends.
Because two things had happened back to back, and the internet didn't know which one to chew first.
The airport incident, where Dayo stopped security from dragging a fan away and not only helped her up himself he even went ahead to gift her a VIP ticket to his show when she mentioned that she didn't have ticket for the show.
And the stage incident, where he pulled a random guy from the crowd, listened to him sing like he had been waiting his whole life for that mic, then turned around and casually declared he was signing him.
Busan didn't just watch a show.
Busan watched a story being written live.
