The courthouse doors slammed behind Baek—like, really slammed. The kind of slam that just ricochets around your skull and makes you realize, yeah, this city's been waiting for something big for way too long.
Bangkok outside? Total pandemonium. Reporters everywhere, elbowing past barricades, fans yelling random questions, camera flashes popping like a summer thunderstorm. But even with all that chaos, there was this weirdly heavy hush hanging over one little group.
Kai was there, camped out at the top of the stairs, arms folded tight. He was wearing that old charcoal jacket—the one he'd first rocked on Neon Hype's debut tour. Sentimental much? Right behind him, Noah just stared at Kai, not even giving Baek a second glance.
Kai's jaw? Clenched so hard you could probably hear his teeth grind. Baek, meanwhile, got shoved into a black police van, cuffs sparkling in the afternoon sun. Guy didn't even bother to look back. Classic.
