After the young master’s dizzying verse while enjoying the party together, Baek Hanje recovered the atmosphere again. Fortunately, Go Won, who had come to his senses, made no more of the same mistakes. Then.
-Ah- Ah- Aaaah-!
At the end of the bridge, a high note burst from Baek Hanje’s microphone. The vibrato continued for a long time. After belting out the refreshing high note.
-Til the moon goes down.
He smiled toward the cheering audience seats and began the last chorus. Their movements fit together precisely with the varied choreography, and it finished.
Matching the ending close-up, Go Won smiled shyly, and Baek Hanje touched his lips with his fingertips and sent it out as if finishing the glamorous party.
The male called Baek Hanje seduced me first
What’s their chemistry? A fresh young master and a smooth young master.. but the former occasionally goes astray..
That astray smooth young master probably took him out saying you live too boringly and got him addicted
Looking for a novel with that title for real..
It was a successful collaboration stage.
* * *
“So far, the special building owners of <Music Building> Episode 1,000, Baek Hanje.”
“And Go Won. See you again, everyone.”
The special MC activities finished with waving hands in front of the camera. Go Won kept smiling even after the camera turned off, and only when he went down from the stage did he relax his expression and let out a sigh of relief.
…It’s over.
Along with relief, regret rushed in.
The rap mistake during the stage, the lines he fumbled while watching the MC, etc.
Especially for the stage, the rehearsal was actually better. He clearly remembered all the parts he needed to be careful about…
“You did well.”
Senior Baek Hanje tapped him, then let out a knowing laugh and walked ahead first.
“……”
That back view was so unfamiliar.
He knew yACE’s fame well. He wasn’t unaware of the fact that he was an amazing senior.
But all those aspects were images on a screen for Go Won.
The Baek Hanje he’d actually seen was only propping his chin in the studio gulping coffee like water, wandering around the house in comfortable clothes, or… rolling around on the bed ordering him to turn off the lights.
So this was the first time he directly faced idol Baek Hanje on stage.
Everything was perfect.
Baek Hanje didn’t go and stand under the stage lights—the spotlight naturally followed him.
He was such a shining person that he couldn’t understand at all why that person gave him songs, why he suggested cohabitation, and helped him in various ways.
A distant star, no, the moon.
Floating alone in the distant sky, monopolizing everyone’s gaze…
“Sunbae-nim, it was an honor to see you today!”
“Um, c-could I ask for an autograph?”
When they came near the waiting room, singers who had stood on the same stage tried somehow to approach Baek Hanje.
“This is where the PD and staff come and go, so later. Yes, thank you.”
Baek Hanje tried to head to his waiting room while gently refusing those requests. But since such a large number had come down from the stage together, it wasn’t easy to completely avoid them. Even the local stage managers didn’t have the obligation to keep lines like the Korean staff.
“Sign please.”
“Hansel!”
“Oh my…”
As the crowd gathering to see yACE’s Baek Hanje grew, K-dum’s managers left only minimal personnel with Go Won and gathered to protect Baek Hanje.
“Wow, yACE is yACE. Right?”
Manager Park next to Go Won shook his head.
“Hyung, I’m going to the bathroom.”
“Uh… now? Well…”
“It’s okay if I go alone.”
In Manager Park’s eyes as he looked around, the bathroom sign right behind came into view.
“You know where the waiting room is?”
“Yes.”
“Then don’t wander off and come right back?”
The Go Won that Manager Park had seen so far was a docile artist who caused no trouble.
He devoted himself only to practice to the point where the company had to tell him it was okay to stop, and even though SNS wasn’t particularly prohibited, he didn’t look at it as if he had no interest.
These accumulated experiences led to the judgment that it would be okay to send Go Won alone for a moment.
Above all, right now he also needed to join the side trying to help Baek Hanje, who was trapped by people.
Go Won watched the direction Manager Park ran off to for a moment, then headed to the bathroom.
In the sink, his hands that had been tense all day entered the flowing stream of water.
“Haa…”
His heart kept pounding. Not the breathless adrenaline from finishing the stage, but something… sticky and uncomfortable.
Thinking about his life until now, it was clearly different from now, standing on stage after coming all the way to a foreign country.
Why did he keep thinking something was lacking? How dare he.
Even though he had so much it wouldn’t be enough to say he had everything.
So, what kind of feeling was it…
‘If I could just do it one more time… I could do much better.’
Right. This thought kept coming.
“Haa…”
On one hand, he also thought that even so, he couldn’t catch up to even half the light Baek Hanje emitted.
It wasn’t because of insufficient practice. Just, the gap coming from stage experience differing by hundreds of times from his.
A senior at a position even singers who stood on the same stage looked up to, couldn’t even reach out to…
‘…Let’s get it together. Don’t show any weird feelings in front of people, especially hyung…’
Even if he produced disappointing results on stage, he wanted to look good to him in other aspects at least.
In the mirror he looked at again after organizing his frowning expression, his eyes met someone watching him from behind.
“Hi?”
Only then did he recall one fact he’d forgotten.
That Kim Eumyul was also on this broadcast.
“…Hey.”
Go Won answered briefly and turned off the faucet. Soon his gaze went to Kim Eumyul’s outfit. A denim jacket and loose cargo jeans.
“Our concept today was white denim. Inkyo wore suspenders, Seobin wore a white tank top with jeans. It’s not always a jumpsuit concept.”
“……”
He knew because he’d glimpsed their stage while doing MC earlier.
“Congrats on debut. Good thing it didn’t take long.”
Separate from his awkwardness toward him, it was something he meant sincerely, but however he took it, Kim Eumyul’s expression gradually distorted.
“Right now, ha…!”
Then he kept sweeping his hair back alone in anger.
“You saw my Instagram incident, right?”
“……”
“That was targeting you, you know?”
“Yeah.”
“……”
“But I didn’t expect you to mention it first.”
At the time he was flustered and annoyed, but hearing Kim Eumyul even had to do an apology broadcast, he just let go of all emotions.
Even now, he didn’t particularly have the mind to take issue with childish behavior.
“Do well with activities.”
When Go Won tried to turn his body as if uninterested, Kim Eumyul hurriedly blocked his front.
“Hey, you know? Because things turned out that way, even before debut my nickname became Gloomy-yul.”
“……”
“But thinking about it, being gloomy suited me well. An honest person a hundred times gets cursed if they use shortcuts even once, but a sneaky and gloomy person gets applause if they’re righteous just once in a while. So even within Boyholic I established myself as a character—a shortcut-user with zero real skills.”
His white, gentle-looking face pulled up his lips to maximum capacity.
Go Won let out a sigh through his nose.
“Kim Eumyul. I know that’s not your real personality.”
Of course, there were aspects of politicking among trainees or cleverly raising and lowering people’s hearts.
But that alone couldn’t get you second place in a survival program. He didn’t know whether he benefited from manipulation the PD pulled. Still, the words that Kim Eumyul didn’t have the qualifications for second place never came out even once. He was a trainee with that much skill and talent.
But now, nothing reached Kim Eumyul’s ears. Only anger about how the post-debut image he’d drawn had been distorted.
That had sharply inflated upon meeting Go Won today. Kim Eumyul hoped this feeling would be conveyed to him as is.
“Why, jealous I established a character? Well, you are a bit bland.”
“No…”
“You can’t speak well either. Ah, is that why you still don’t have self-produced content?”
“……”
The more they talked, the more fatigue accumulated. It seemed like no matter what he said today, it wouldn’t get through.
