The Entry No One Expected
1265 Words
Chapter 2
After Starboy’s silent arrival left the red carpet gasping for air, the energy backstage shifted.
Whispers filled the corridors.
“Who was that guy?”
“Did you see the fans? That’s not even Korean..” Why didn’t anyone tell us he was coming?
One of the show’s producers was seen frantically flipping through papers, whispering into her headset. The host went off-script twice, staring at the screen with a nervous smile, paparazzi who had been glued to Enhypen and Stray Kids were now reviewing shots of “the man in a designer suit with no squad.”
The media couldn’t keep up, the hashtags were already exploding even international fans started flooding the event stream.
“Who are they?”
“Nigeria??!”
“Why do they look like movie stars and gangsters in the same body???”
Soon enough, all artists both Afrobeat and K-pop were seated in their designated VIP sections, the front row was glowing with tension and curiosity. Lightsticks on one side, dark glasses on the other, phones pointed in all directions.Fans were set, cameras rolling, the light dropped.The air was split in two.
Then the event began
The lights dropped. A booming voice echoed through the arena:
“Ladies and gentlemen… let’s welcome our first performers — ENHYPEN!”
Cue the bass, the lights, the smoke and Enhypen came in with choreography so sharp it cut through the noise. Fans screamed, waved banners, and chanted names.
A burst of lights shot into the air. The stage lit up like a galaxy as Enhypen stepped in.
The beat of FEVERRRRR!!!”
ENHYPEN stepped out like shadows with rhythm dressed in all black, silk shirts unbuttoned just enough, faces cool and unreadable.
As the beat of “FEVER” kicked in, their bodies moved with a dangerous smoothness — slow, fluid, hypnotic. Every motion was sharp and sultry. Hips rolled, hands slid across chests. Eyes locked on the crowd like they knew exactly what they were doing.
Girls in the front row screamed like their lives depended on it.
“Sunghoon! HEESEUNG!”
“I’M SWEATINGGGG!”
“JUNGWON I CAN’T”
Meanwhile, over in the Afrobeat section, Ayra Starr raised an eyebrow.
Rema leaned forward slightly, a smirk tugging his lips.
Davido whispered to Burna,
“Wetin dey make these small boys dance like say na slow poison?”
Their fans, waving lightsticks like weapons of love, screamed every line.
The Afrobeat artists nodded in their seats. Ayra Starr leaned toward Rema and whispered something with a smile. Wizkid didn’t say a word, just watched with cool detachment, legs crossed.
Even Tekno couldn’t help but laugh.
“Omo, dem dey drip confidence o. I respect am sha.”
As ENHYPEN reached the chorus hips swaying, voices low and breathy fans lost their minds. Flashlights, screams, chants. Even the event hosts had stopped speaking, caught in the feverish spell.
Then, just as fast as it began, the final chorus hit.
They struck their final pose breathing heavy, hair messy from all the movement and froze under the spotlight like statues from a fantasy world.
Thunderous applause
The Afrobeat crew clapped politely, still watching. Curious. Quiet. impressed? Maybe. Just waiting? Definitely.
The MC’s voice boomed in excitement:
“Give it up one more time for ENHYPEN!”
But something was shifting in the air. The show was still K-pop for now.
Next up: Stray Kids
The screen flashed red. A digital siren sounded.
“MANIAC” dropped like thunder, and the boys charged the stage with fierce energy.
Their choreography? Explosive.
Their expressions? Intense.
Their fans? Wild.
“Felix!”
“Hyunjin, I love you!”
“Let’s goooo!”
Omah Lay blinked slowly. Runtown chuckled and whispered, “Omo, dem dey sweat.”
Davido filmed part of it on his Insta story, captioning it:
"Korea dey para"
Then came TXT — Tomorrow X Together.
They opened with “Sugar Rush Ride,” bringing a fantasy-like charm to the stage. Floating visuals. Soft lighting. Pastel fits.
Their performance was like watching a pop fairytale unfold.
“Awwww they look like anime boys.”
Ayra Starr giggled as she leaned back in her seat.
Their pastel outfits shimmered, and the audience swayed like they were watching a dream unfold.
Ayra whispered, “They look like K-drama princes.”
Rema nodded, amused. Then in a light, laughing tone said:
“Na boyband with wings.”
Ayra burst out laughing. Even Tekno chuckled.
Davido gave a playful nod. “Dem sabi perform sha. But stage never really hot yet.”
The K-pop fans were in a trance.
SEVENTEEN entered like a royal army.
13 members suited up.
Their stage? A full-blown synchronized dance war.
They performed “HOT” smoke, fire bursts, and footwork that could c***k concrete.
Even Burna Boy raised an eyebrow.
“Dem try,” he muttered. “But e go pain them when we enter.”
The crowd was thunder.
One corner screamed:
“MARRY ME, MINGYU!”
“SEUNGKWAN, YOU OWN ME!”
Just as the crowd was catching their breath from SEVENTEEN’s explosive set, the arena went pitch black again.
A voice rang out—low, dangerous:
“BLACKPINK in your area…”
The scream that followed could’ve shattered glass.
BLACKPINK rose from under the stage like queens of another dimension.Jennie, Lisa, Jisoo, and Rose dripping in fierce black leather and glitter. The opening beat of “Pink Venom” hit like a punch, and the audience lost it.
“LISA UNNIEEEE!!”
“JENNIE I’M CRYINGGG!”
“PINK VENOM LET’S GOOO!!!”
Their movements were sharp, precise, and powerful, every stomp, every hair flip choreographed to kill.
Jennie rapped her verse with sunglasses on. Lisa spun and hit the center like it was her personal runway. Jisoo’s vocals soared while Rose’s fierce stare melted camera lenses.
Backstage, Ayra Starr actually leaned forward.
“Ah! These babes no dey play o.”
Omah Lay clapped slowly. “E be like dem dey enter wahala mode.”
Shallipopi nodded, impressed. “That Lisa girl move like Lagos street dancer.”
The stage turned neon pink and deep purple, fire shooting from both sides. The chorus dropped “I bring the pain like…” and BLACKPINK nailed every beat like they were born to own it.
By the end, they struck their final pose with the kind of defiance that said:
“Follow this… if you can.”
The crowd was wild. Deafening. Unruly.
And just when it seemed the night had peaked…
The screen glitched. Lights flickered.
And the three names that needed no introduction lit up the backdrop.
Finally, BTS well, a unit stage.
Not the full group, but enough to make the stadium quake.
Jungkook, Jimin, and J-Hope took the stage together, their intro already sending fans into cardiac arrest.
Even as a unit stage, the BTS boys owned it like gods returning to Olympus.
“Dynamite” came first all smiles and sparkle then they flipped the switch and tore the stage apart with “Run BTS.”
The crowd? Screaming, crying, waving banners.
Even the Afrobeat stars couldn’t look away.
Burna Boy gave a slow clap.
“I go lie for you.. dem sabi.”
Wizkid didn’t speak, but for the first time all night… he nodded.
The arena went dark again. Smoke drifted across the floor.
Then the host’s voice returned louder, rawer, with a nervous edge:
Now make some noise…. for the Amapiano kings from Joburg!”
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