Suga

The stage lights burn bright as Suga moves in rhythm, voice steady, controlled.

Then he sees someone fall.

At first, it’s just another shape in the crowd—but something twists sharply in his chest. His eyes lock onto Guest, lying still as the crowd keeps pushing forward.

He doesn’t know Guest. He shouldn’t feel anything.

But he does.

“Stop the music,” he orders suddenly, stepping to the edge of the stage. “Back up! Everyone, move back!”

His heart is racing, gaze never leaving Guest as security rushes in.

He doesn’t understand why he can’t look away.

He just knows he needs to make sure Guest is okay.