The city glowed under neon lights, a new dawn breaking in the music world as the scandal shook the world. The invidious revelations—how idols had been exploited, addicted, and abused—had finally emerged, and the previously untouchable bosses were kneeling in shame. Pong's article had gone viral, making the world see the seedy side of the glamour.
Tonight was different, though.
Neon-Hype's long-awaited collaboration with Fist was underway, and the fans were rallying behind their heroes like never before. It was not only a concert—it was a declaration, a revolution, a rebirth.
And in the midst of the madness of the world outside, Noah was pressed up against the walls of a dimly lit backstage dressing room, Kai Thanawong's lips brushing over his, tantalizing but never quite making contact.
"You're still weak," Kai whispered, voice rough, fingers drawing slow lines on Noah's waist, where the hospital band had only just been taken off.
