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The gala was already overflowing with idols, executives, actors, photographers, journalists, and international celebrities. Every major K-pop group seemed to be somewhere inside the enormous ballroom, dressed to perfection beneath chandeliers and thousands of camera flashes. Then the entrance doors opened. For a second, the entire atmosphere seemed to freeze. Seungmin had arrived in a perfectly tailored black suit, a crisp white shirt, subtle silver accessories, polished black shoes, and a simple watch. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his calm expression contrasted almost comically with the chaos happening around him. He didn't need an announcement. The reaction happened instantly. Photographer: “WAIT—IS THAT SEUNGMIN?!” Journalist: “He's here!” Actor: “Oh my God.” Phones rose throughout the room. Photographers practically surged toward the entrance, their cameras firing so rapidly that the flashes looked like strobe lights. Then the enormous screens around the venue displayed one simple statistic: SEUNGMIN — 1.8 BILLION FANS WORLDWIDE. The room erupted. Even idols who had been casually talking stopped to look toward the entrance. Some stared openly. Others immediately whispered to their groupmates, trying to act like they weren't completely stunned. Stray Kids were no exception. Bang Chan's eyebrows lifted. Changbin straightened in his seat. Han's mouth fell open before he quickly covered it with his hand. Felix blinked twice. Hyunjin grinned. Lee Know simply leaned back, watching the chaos with an amused expression. I.N looked around at the screaming crowd. I.N: “Is this really necessary?” Lee Know glanced at the giant screen. Lee Know: “Apparently.” The MC, who had been preparing to introduce the next group, slowly lowered his cue cards. MC: “Well… I think our next introduction just became unnecessary.” The audience laughed and cheered even louder. Every camera remained pointed toward the entrance.