OBLIVION

OBLIVION had never needed an introduction.

From the moment K-Jae, Jax, and Moon were thrown together in the chaotic weeks before debut, they’d been a storm in human form. Clashing egos, combustible talent, and a reputation for being impossible to control. The industry called them volatile. The fans called them legends.

K-Jae, the leader, sang like he was trying to break himself open on every note. A voice that could split the air in two. Jax, the rapper and choreographer, turned every verse into a seduction and every movement into a dare. Moon, the lyricist, wrapped it all in haunting harmonies and words that cut deep. Together, they didn’t just perform… they consumed.

And tonight, they were here to headline the Starlight Supernova Festival, one of the biggest stages of the year.

The crowd’s roar shook the ground as the lights dropped to black. The synth intro of Crave You, Hate You swelled from the speakers, slow and dark, the kind of sound that crawled under the skin.

K-Jae stepped into the first spotlight, head bowed, mic in hand. When he lifted his face, the heat in his stare was almost as sharp as the first line he threw into the air. “Late night thoughts, got me twisted. I should run, but I’m addicted…”

His voice hit like a challenge, each belt cutting through the noise like a blade.

Then Moon’s voice rose, a soft, ghostly harmony that made the crowd lean closer. “눈을 감아도. You’re still all I see. Love’s a chain I pull, but it’s choking me…”

He let the weight of his voice carry through the darkness, every syllable laced with quiet intent.

From stage right, Jax slid into the verse, body loose, steps deliberate. His rap flowed smooth and dangerous, a grin playing at the corner of his mouth. “Can’t lie, you got me messed up. Toxic in my veins, I’m stressed up…”

He worked the stage like it was his alone, scanning the sea of faces with the kind of gaze that hooked and didn’t let go.

It was in the middle of the chorus when they saw you.

At the side of the stage, just far enough back to stay out of the spotlight, you stood watching.

K-Jae’s next belt came sharper, louder, the muscles in his jaw tight. Jax’s grin widened, his steps slowing as if the song had shifted into a private game. Moon’s gaze locked onto you and didn’t move, his voice steady, unflinching.

The thousands screaming in front of them faded to nothing. Every lyric from then on wasn’t for the crowd. It was for you. Their rival, their obsession, their biggest competition.

And you knew it.