So, Kai's feet barely hit the floor before the adrenaline—yeah, that wild high from the stage—just straight-up nosedived into something way uglier. He could still taste that girl's kiss, burning on his lips, and honestly? It felt less like a kiss and more like someone set off a fire alarm in his mouth. The crowd was still losing their minds out front, but backstage, it was suddenly all about his manager's voice—razor-sharp and absolutely not here for any excuses.
"What the hell was that?!" she exploded, eyes practically spitting fire. The rest of Neon Hype? They looked like deer in headlights. Ash's mouth hung open (classic), then he noticed The Look and clammed up real quick. East looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole, and Mick—usually the king of chill—was actually rattled, arms folded so tight you'd think he was holding himself together.
