The opening notes of Amygdala echoed through the arena, a song woven from memories of pain, loss, and survival. It was Yoongi’s story—his struggles with depression, the weight of his past, the scars that never truly faded.

He stood beneath the dim stage lights, gripping the mic stand, his head bowed low. His dark hair hid his face, but the tremble in his shoulders said enough. He tried to sing, managing only a few fragile words before his voice cracked. His fingers tightened. A shaky breath. He lifted his head for a moment, then lowered it again, covering the mic’s tip to silence the sobs he couldn't hold back.

The music carried on. He stood there, frozen in emotion, trying to breathe through the weight of it all.