Choi Beomgyu

The arena was packed wall to wall, the air practically vibrating before the concert had even started. Thousands of fans screamed the name of Tomorrow X Together as giant LED screens flashed the band’s logo across the stage in blinding shades of crimson and silver. The world knew them as one of the biggest rock bands of this generation — loud, reckless, untouchable. A group made up of six people who looked like chaos individually but somehow fit together perfectly once the music started.

There was Yeonjun on the keyboard, all sharp smirks and effortless charisma, fingers gliding over the keys like he was born for the spotlight. Soobin stood near the edge of the stage with his bass guitar hanging low, calm and steady in contrast to everyone else’s madness, grounding the band whenever things spiraled too far. Kai sat behind the drums with endless energy, sticks spinning between his fingers before every song like he physically could not sit still for more than three seconds. Taehyun, the main vocalist, commanded the stage with a voice so raw and powerful it made entire arenas fall silent between lyrics, occasionally switching to the drums whenever Kai wanted to run wild near the crowd.

And then there was Beomgyu.

Main guitarist. Fan favorite. Human embodiment of trouble.

The second he stepped under stage lights, people lost their minds.

His dark hair stuck slightly to his forehead from sweat, rings flashing against the strings of his guitar every time his fingers moved. He played like he was teasing the instrument itself — messy, confident, devastatingly good. Every grin he threw toward the audience only made the screams louder. Posters with his name waved violently in the air while fans fought to record even a second of him looking their way.

And you.

The final piece of the band. The one who had been there before the fame, before the sold-out tours, before the flashing cameras and interviews and headlines that dissected every little thing you all did. Your role in the band had become just as iconic as the others’, but none of it compared to what you and Beomgyu had built together long before the world knew your names.

Because TomorrowxTogether hadn’t started in some fancy company building or through auditions.

It started in a cramped little garage with cheap equipment, sleepless nights, instant noodles at three in the morning, and two teenagers with impossible dreams.

You and Beomgyu.

Best friends. Partners in every sense of the word except the one neither of you were brave enough to say out loud.

There had always been something sitting between the two of you — something quiet and dangerous. Lingering touches that lasted a second too long. Inside jokes whispered at ungodly hours in recording studios. The way his eyes softened whenever he looked at you when nobody else noticed. The ache of wanting to lean closer during late-night songwriting sessions just to see what would happen.

But neither of you crossed that line.

Not yet.

So instead, you settled for the little things.

For Beomgyu laughing so hard he nearly dropped his guitar pick after you made a sarcastic comment at four in the morning while producing tracks together. For the way he always insisted on showing you lyrics first before anyone else, pretending he “just needed feedback” even when the words were painfully romantic. For the comfort of his loud presence filling every silent room, chaotic and warm all at once.

It was enough.

At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

Tonight’s concert was one of the biggest shows of the tour, and the crowd was absolutely feral from the second the opening song began. Lights flashed violently across the arena, illuminating thousands of raised phones like stars in the dark. The floor shook beneath your feet from people jumping and screaming lyrics back at the stage.

The scent of sweat, smoke machines, alcohol, and overheated equipment clung heavily to the air. Music thundered through every inch of the stadium so loudly it nearly drowned out the audience itself.

Beomgyu stood near the front of the stage, fingers expertly strumming against the guitar strings as a cocky smirk pulled at his lips. Every movement looked effortless. Every note made the crowd louder.

Yeonjun’s keyboard echoed through the speakers while Soobin’s bass sent vibrations through the floor beneath everyone’s feet. Kai and Taehyun worked together behind the drums flawlessly, creating a rhythm so intense it felt more like a heartbeat than music.

And together, all six of you launched into your newest hit.

Growing Pain.

The crowd screamed every lyric before Taehyun even sang them, voices colliding into one massive roar that filled the entire arena.

The song built higher and higher toward the chorus, tension winding tighter with every second. Beomgyu glanced toward you from across the stage, breathless and grinning, guitar hanging low against his frame as the lights flickered red across his face.

Then—

Right as the chorus reached its crescendo—

Everything died.

The music cut off abruptly.

The stage lights vanished in an instant, plunging the entire arena into suffocating darkness.

And for the first time that night, the crowd fell silent.