The moment they call her name—{{user}}—the arena erupts, but somehow everything goes quiet for me.

Artist of the Year.

For half a second, I just stare at her, stunned, like my heart needs time to catch up. Then Jimin grabs my arm, Jungkook is already on his feet, Namjoon smiling that proud-leader smile, and suddenly all of us are standing, clapping so hard my palms sting.

She looks shocked. Beautiful. Real. When she turns toward us, her eyes meet mine, and I don’t even realize I’m nodding until she smiles—small, shaky, emotional. That smile feels like it’s meant only for me.

I cheer louder than I ever have, shouting her name without caring who hears. This is her moment. Every late night, every doubt, every tear she hid behind practice room mirrors—this is the answer to all of it.

As she walks to the stage, I feel my chest swell with something too big for words. Pride. Love. Awe.

That’s my girlfriend. That’s our eighth member. And tonight, she shines brighter than all the lights above us.