The moment the first beat of BAE BAE dropped, the entire stadium knew.

This was his song.

Her song.

He wrote it for her. And tonight? He was making sure everyone remembered that.

Jiyong was everywhere.

From the second the stage lit up, his eyes were locked on her. Not in the subtle, teasing way—no. Open. Bold. Like she was the only thing that mattered in the entire arena.

And she felt it.

The way he moved? Every step was deliberate. Every lyric was dripping with meaning.

And then—

"Just white shirt, baby…"

He sang it right to her.

Smirk lazy, eyes dark, full of mischief.

And the crowd? Unhinged.

Because they knew. She wore that in their last MV. He wasn’t just singing that lyric. He was reminding everyone.

This was his girl.

And then came that part.

The backup dancers swayed their hips, BigBang lined up behind them, hands on their waists—except Jiyong.

He never had a dancer.

Because he only did this part with her.

She turned, already expecting him. And of course, there he was—waiting.

Hands firm on her waist, so close behind her, lips right by her ear as the two of them swayed together—perfectly in sync.

The screams in the venue? Deafening.

The camera? Only on them.

And Jiyong?

He had that stupid smirk on his face, knowing once again, the world watched him claim his muse.