"We want to see ourselves in your eyes only."
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Anvi Mathew, a final-year engineering student with big dreams and high aspirations for her future, is not just a diligent student but also an unapologetically silly and passionate fangirl of...
(The link is given above, to which concert I am referring to. You can watch to make your experience more realistic lol)
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The stadium roared. The sound of thousands of voices screaming in perfect harmony with the music vibrated through the air, merging with the heavy bass that pulsed beneath their feet. The flashing lights, the synchronized fan chants, the different kinds of banners and the ocean of glowing lightsticks—it was intoxicating.
And Enhypen knew it.
This was their world.
As the opening beats of "Karma" thundered through the venue, the seven of them moved with perfected precision, their bodies slick with sweat from the relentless two-hour set, yet their energy showed no signs of faltering. This was their final song of the night, the grand finale of their Fate World Tour—and they were going to end it in a way that would leave their fans breathless.
"MAKE SOME FUCKING NOISE!!!"
Sunghoon yelled in the microphone in the same way Heeseung yelled earlier and the latter took this a chance to yell again in his own microphone to make the fan go crazy even with just one word.
Jake teasingly lifted his shirt up a little but as his tongue swiped over his lower lip, he left the edge to cover his stomach again. He bit his lips as he held his mic up to his mouth and laughed before turning around. A tease.
Sunoo cutely smiled and waved energetically at the fans.
Niki watched his members enthusiasm as a lazy smirk broke on his face as he threw his head back and brushed his duo-toned hairs, knowing these are the clips that are going to be added later in the reels for their thirst trap videos with those trendy audios.
Heeseung smirked as he stepped forward, his voice cutting through the speakers, silky and commanding. The moment he locked eyes with the front row, he saw the way fans lost themselves in the moment, some screaming his name, others clutching their hearts as if trying to keep themselves steady. They live for this.
We make them weak with just a glance.
Jay flicked his sweat-dampened silver hair back, his sharp jawline and his tanned skin illuminated under the stage lights. With each movement, he could feel the crowd's reaction like a wave crashing through the stadium. It made him feel untouchable.
They think they own us, but look at them—completely at our mercy.
Jake's energy was electrifying. Every movement, every glance, every smirk he threw into the camera was calculated to make the fans lose their minds. And it worked. He could hear their voices breaking as they screamed his name. He ran a hand through his hair and let his tongue flick over his lips briefly—just enough to send the crowd into another frenzy.
