The strobe light swept through the hall, leaving glitters on my funeral screen. The cheers of thousands of spectators outside the velvet curtain struck my ears like tsunamis, overwhelming the beating heartbeats in my chest.
Today is January 13, 2026. The day the world officially calls LNGSHOT. And it's also the first anniversary of Kang Ryul's rough hands.
I stood in a hidden corner in the chicken wing, where the smell of hairspray, sweat, and the tension were thick in the air. Ryul stood just a few feet away from me. He was dressed in dusty streetwear, a silver necklace shining in technical lights. He looked both strange and powerful - quite different from the guy who used to bury his head in my shoulder and fall asleep after late night rehearsals.
Ryul suddenly turned around. Between the chaos of the backstage staff and the sound of background music that began to rise, he found my eyes.
He did not laugh, because the tension before now G was squeezing his jaw muscles, but he gently raised his hand to touch the simple black belt bracelet - the only thing that did not belong to the expensive performance costume. It's a gift I gave him on the 100th anniversary of our love. A private symbol that only the two of us understood I'm still your Ryul.
LNGSHOT, get on stage! - The director shouted
Ryul took a deep breath, and a rapper's distinctive sharp eyes immediately covered his face. Before stepping out of the dark, he moved his lips quietly, without making a sound, but I read clearly
Wait for me, this show is for you.
And then you walk away. The cheering burst out as if to blow up the entire auditorium when Ryul set foot in the main light. I stood there, between the boundaries of pride and a little bit of vague fear, knowing that from this moment on, my boy belonged to the world.

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