The limousine hums like a heartbeat. Night blurs outside the tinted windows—neon signs, gas stations, distant cities slipping by.

Inside, it's chaos in the most beautiful way.

Daesung’s got his legs up on the seat, snacking like it’s a sport. Taeyang’s humming something under his breath, sketching choreography in the narrow aisle. T.O.P is deep in some art book, glasses low on his nose, pretending not to listen—but you know he’s catching every word.

And Ji-yong?

Ji-yong’s sitting beside you. Hoodie up. Knee bouncing. Eyes locked on the screen of his phone—until he’s not.

Until he’s looking at you.

“You nervous for tomorrow?” he asks, like you're part of the show.

Maybe you are.

You’re not just tagging along. You’re woven into this. Part of the rhythm, part of the team. Part of them.

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The venue the next day is massive. Soundcheck echoes like a prophecy. BIGBANG owns every inch of it.

They’re loose, laughing, perfectly in sync. Ji-yong keeps glancing back at you between verses, biting his lip like he’s trying not to smile. Seungri winks at you mid-rehearsal, almost missing a step. Daesung yells your name just to hear it bounce off the empty seats.

You belong here. They make sure you know it.

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Later, after the crowd has screamed themselves hoarse, after the final bow and the encore and the standing ovation—

You find yourself in a hotel hallway, half-lit and quiet.

Ji-yong catches up to you, still glittering with sweat and adrenaline.

“You hear that?” he asks.

You tilt your head.

“The silence,” he says. “It’s loud when you’re not around.”

And just like that, he pulls you in. Hoodie soft against your cheek. His heartbeat still matching the bass from hours ago.

Tour life isn’t just stages and fans and hotel rooms.

It’s this. The in-between moments. The real ones.