The sunlight spilled softly through the blinds as Dayo slipped on his tracksuit and went out for his early morning jog.
The air was cool, quiet — the kind that carried calm before the storm.
By the time he got back, sweat clung to his shirt. He showered, threw on a hoodie, and was about to grab breakfast when his phone buzzed on the table — Min-Jae.
He smiled and picked it up.
"Yo, my main G himself. What's up, superstar?" Dayo teased.
"Superstar?" Min-Jae laughed from the other end. "I'm supposed to be telling you that! You didn't even let us breathe with your album and the news everywhere."
Dayo chuckled. "Come on, that's old news already."
"Yeah, right," Min-Jae said, snorting. "Anyway, hope you're coming tomorrow, right? Don't tell me you're skipping out on me."
Dayo laughed. "How could I miss your big day? I know how important this is to you — and you have to win. Otherwise, all your bragging will be for nothing."
