The closer the concert came, the more unbearable Ria became.
By Saturday evening, Mira had officially lost peace.
“Should I wear black or white?”
Mira looked up from her laptop blankly.
“…You’re asking me like we’re attending the Met Gala.”
“This is the Met Gala for emotionally unstable people.”
That instantly made Mira laugh.
Ria dramatically threw two outfits across the bed before staring at herself in the mirror again.
Meanwhile, Mira sat comfortably on the floor trying to finish office work while pretending she wasn’t equally excited inside.
Which was becoming harder to deny now.
Because somehow— the closer the concert came, the more memories returned too.
Old songs playing in her head randomly during work.
Old performances appearing in her recommendations again.
Old emotions she thought she had outgrown quietly returning.
It felt strangely comforting.
Like reconnecting with a softer version of herself she had forgotten somewhere along the way.
“You still haven’t answered my question,” Ria complained dramatically.
“Because both look the same.”
“They absolutely do not.”
Mira laughed softly and finally closed her laptop.
“Fine.
Wear black.”
Ria gasped dramatically.
“I knew you had taste.”
The room slowly filled with comfortable laughter again.
And honestly—
Mira couldn’t remember the last time life felt this light.
Meanwhile— on the other side of the city— life looked completely different.
The stadium remained brightly lit even close to midnight.
Music echoed through the massive space while staff members rushed everywhere adjusting stage setups, cameras, lights, outfits, and last-minute changes.
Exhaustion hung heavily in the air.
So did excitement.
The concert was tomorrow.
Which meant nobody was sleeping properly anymore.
“Again from the second chorus.”
Hoseok’s voice echoed through the stadium while everyone immediately returned to positions despite visible exhaustion.
The music started again.
Hours passed between rehearsals, corrections, camera checks, costume fittings, and endless practice runs.
Again.
And again.
And again.
At one point Jungkook dropped dramatically onto the stage floor.
“I can’t feel my legs anymore.”
“That’s because you actually use them while dancing,” Yoongi replied calmly while drinking water.
“Hyung, support me emotionally.”
“I support you silently.”
That instantly made Taehyung burst into laughter nearby.
“I’ve survived entirely on coffee for three days.”
Junho looked genuinely concerned.
“That’s not something to brag about.”
“It absolutely is.”
Comfortable chaos.
Familiar exhaustion.
Years had passed, yet moments before concerts still felt the same somehow.
Nervous excitement hidden beneath tired smiles.
Junho glanced toward Yejun while adjusting his in-ear monitors.
“Tired?”
Yejun exhaled softly before looking out toward the empty stadium seats.
For a moment— his expression softened slightly.
“A little.”
Then quietly—
“But I missed this too.”
The massive stadium lights reflected softly in his eyes while he looked around the empty seats surrounding the stage.
Tomorrow— every single seat would be filled.
Purple lights.
Fans singing together.
Voices they hadn’t heard in person for so long.
And somehow— despite the exhaustion— that thought alone still made his heart feel lighter.
Because no matter how difficult schedules became…
meeting fans would always feel special to him.
It was almost 1 AM when Yejun finally returned to the apartment.
The building hallway remained silent except for the soft sound of his footsteps.
As usual— light still slipped softly from beneath apartment 507’s door.
He paused unconsciously while unlocking his apartment.
Still awake.
Strange.
A faint laugh echoed softly from inside before disappearing again.
Probably another late-night call.
Then— soft music drifted faintly through the wall.
Yejun’s hand paused slightly near the door handle.
An old SEVYN song.
One they hadn’t performed in years.
For a moment— he simply stood there quietly listening.
The sound was low.
Almost distant.
But familiar enough for recognition to come instantly.
A strange feeling crossed his face briefly.
Or simply exhaustion making him emotional.
Inside apartment 507, Mira unknowingly hummed softly along with the song while arranging clothes for tomorrow.
Completely unaware that someone beyond the wall had recognized the music instantly.
Yejun leaned lightly against the wall for a second, listening quietly.
So she knew SEVYN.
The thought came naturally.
And somehow— that immediately brought back the memory of that night again.
The confusion in her eyes.
The way she kept blinking while trying to focus.
The frustration in her voice.
“I can’t even see you properly.”
Silence settled briefly around him.
Then for the first time— a genuine thought crossed his mind.
What if she was actually telling the truth that night?
Because if she really listened to SEVYN…
then she would’ve recognized him instantly.
Right?
A quiet exhale escaped him.
Strange.
After all this time— he was still thinking about a misunderstanding that lasted barely a few minutes.
A small unconscious smile appeared briefly on his face before disappearing again.
Out of all people— his mysterious neighbor next door turned out to be someone who listened to SEVYN songs late at night.
Somehow— that felt oddly comforting.
After spending entire days surrounded by noise, schedules, cameras, pressure, and expectations— hearing old music play softly through the neighboring wall felt peaceful.
Real.
Human.
Yejun finally entered his apartment quietly, but even afterward— the faint melody lingering through the wall stayed with him longer than expected.
Inside apartment 507—
Mira finally collapsed dramatically onto her bed after ending another argument with Ria over concert outfits.
Her phone still played old SEVYN songs softly beside her.
A small smile slowly appeared on her face while staring at the ceiling.
Tomorrow.
After years— she was finally going to see them again.
And somewhere deep inside her heart— the younger version of herself was already excited beyond words.
Completely unaware— that the voice she once found comfort in through headphones…
had quietly paused outside her apartment door just moments ago.
Sometimes through songs.
Sometimes through memories.
Sometimes through silent moments we don’t even notice.
And maybe fate finds the strangest ways to reconnect people— one unknowingly listening from inside the room… while the other quietly stands just beyond the wall.