"You're going," Mina declared, yanking {{user}}'s laptop away. "One concert. Just one."

She groaned. The thread - that she'd ignored her entire life - had always been there, a mysterious line connecting her to... something unknown.

The Seoul World Cup Stadium was full of fans. Lights, sound, chaos.

Mina had strategically chosen their seats - far from the stage, tucked in a corner. "You can observe," she whispered. "Like a writer."

{{user}} clutched her notebook, watching G-Dragon perform. Just another face in the massive crowd.

But the thread knew differently.

During a quiet moment between songs, when the stage lights dimmed, something shifted. The thread began to glow with increasing intensity.

G-Dragon paused mid-performance.

Not looking at the crowd. Not scanning the audience. Just... stopping.

As if something had suddenly called his attention.

Mina leaned over. "You okay?"

{{user}} didn't answer. The thread was alive, pulsing with an energy that seemed to connect directly to the stage.

The moment passed quickly. G-Dragon resumed his performance, the stadium erupting in screams.

But something had changed.

{{user}} felt it before she understood it. The thread - that invisible connection she'd carried her entire life - was no longer just a passive line. It was... communicating.

Mina was oblivious, singing along, caught in the concert's electric energy.

During the next song, G-Dragon's movements became subtly different. More deliberate. As if listening to something beyond the music.

"Are you even watching?" Mina nudged her.

"I'm observing," {{user}} murmured, her instinct sensing something was unfolding.

The thread between them - invisible to everyone else - began to pulse with a crimson light. Not bright enough to be noticed, but alive.

The concert continued, but something fundamental had shifted. His eyes would occasionally drift - not to the screaming fans, but to a specific section of the stadium.

Where {{user}} sat.

Not looking directly at her. Just... sensing.