The silence shattered.
A roar erupted from the audience—raw, unrestrained chaos.
Screams collided with thunderous applause, the sound so overwhelming it vibrated through my chest.
My lungs burned. Sweat dripped down my temple, stinging the small cut Bora had covered with makeup.
Around me, my teammates fought for breath, chests heaving, but their expressions radiated triumph.
We'd done it.
Somehow, we actually did it.
PD Kwon strode onto the stage, his usual calculated expression replaced with something approaching genuine admiration.
"Spicy Team B!" His voice boomed through the speakers, cutting through the noise. "Now that is how you turn disaster into destiny."
More cheers.
"Despite losing your leader during rehearsal—" He gestured toward Haejun, who stood with careful stillness, cradling his injured arm. "—you transformed your performance into something unforgettable. And Haejun—"
