We filed out of Holding Room Three, following the production assistant down narrow corridors that smelled of dust and electrical wiring.
The hallway opened into a cramped backstage area where lighting technicians and camera operators huddled around equipment.
A small monitor mounted on the wall flickered to life, showing the main stage bathed in aggressive purple light.
PD Kwon's voice boomed through tinny speakers.
"And now—Spicy Team A, performing 'Venom Bite!'"
The screen erupted with movement.
Hyunki emerged first, stalking forward through thick purple smoke that clung to the stage floor like poison gas.
His leather vest hung open over bare skin, silver chains draped across his chest catching the harsh magenta spotlights.
Dark pants sat low on his hips, held by a studded belt that glinted with each step.
