Translator: MarcTempest
Editor: Rxel
Chapter 160
Woojoo put down his phone on the studio table and asked his siblings, “Instead of calling them right away, which might be awkward, how about we send them a text first?”
“Yeah, Hyung. That sounds good.”
It wasn’t because they were afraid of being boring.
They were just being polite.
They all nodded their heads in agreent, and Rihyuk stopped reading the textbook and clicked his tongue.
“Ugh, you guys are so timid.”
“If we call, you’ll have to talk first.”
“…People can be timid, you know. They say that all humans are inwardly timid.”
Woojoo picked up his phone and sent a text.
It was a simple ssage, saying hello, introducing themselves as New Black, and asking if they were available to talk.
Woojoo finished writing and showed it to his siblings.
“How is it?”
“The content is good, but how about adding an emoticon at the end?”
Following Bijoo’s suggestion, Woojoo added a ‘^^’ at the end of the last sentence, but Rihyuk shook his head.
“That looks too fake. Make it look sincere by adding sothing else at the back.”
“Like this?”
“Add one more on the left cheek too. Hyung.”
Woojoo followed the requests of the two youngest and sent a ‘^^’ with cheek touches.
3 minutes later.
His phone vibrated and notified him of a ssage.
-Hello, we are Street Boys. ٩(•◡•)۶
They replied that they were happy to et them and that they were available to talk.
But what caught their eyes was the cute emoticon attached to it.
It took them three minutes to write a short ssage, probably because they spent ti on the emoticon.
“We lost.”
“We lost to people who use old phones with emoticons… We all need to reflect.”
“Let’s send sothing cute too, Hyung.”
Because of his siblings’ nagging, Woojoo opened the emoticon collection that he had saved beforehand.
“Ah, I was saving this for Kim Deoksoon…”
It was a pity, but for the sake of New Black’s reputation and dignity, Woojoo decided to use the emoticon generously.
Copy paste.
-Are you available for a video call now? ٩(๑•̀o•́๑)و Take my heart, Kim Deoksoon
Woojoo dragged the cursor too long and accidentally copied sothing else, making his siblings laugh out loud.
Soon, a reply ca back.
-Yes! We are ready too! ٩(•◡•)۶
Woojoo looked at his siblings and asked cautiously, “…Should we call now?”
They all stretched and loosened their bodies.
“Hoo.”
“I guess we can’t delay it any longer. Let’s call, Hyung.”
“Just a second. Let look at the mirror.”
“Please… don’t make such a fuss over a video call. That’s why the company people laugh at us whenever they see us… Eek! Don’t shove the video call screen in my face!”
Woojoo placed his phone on the table and made a video call.
Click.
The phone screen lit up.
The quality was not very clear, but Woojoo could see nine people huddled together in a small living room.
They were all bare-faced.
Without their usual smoky makeup, skull rings, gold necklaces, and so on, they looked softer than usual.
“…”
-…
They looked at each other awkwardly and then greeted each other.
Street Boys stood up from the living room and bowed.
-Hello, we are Street Boys!
They seed to bow their heads, but Woojoo couldn’t see their lower bodies.
New Black also returned the greeting, but Woojoo had a feeling that they couldn’t see them either.
They finished greeting each other’s lower bodies and looked at each other’s faces.
“Is that your dorm living room?”
-Yes.
The leader of Street Boys, Hanjo, smiled and said.
-This is our dorm. And you guys are…
“Oh, we’re in the studio.”
-Ah.
“…”
-…
Sotis there were people like that.
People who greeted each other with a ‘Hi!’ when they passed by, but didn’t know anything about each other.
New Black and Street Boys were like that.
They debuted at the sa ti, so they t each other at the broadcast stations for a month, and greeted each other whenever they saw each other at various events.
But they only got to know each other a little bit, because their schedules for the second album were different.
Woojoo suggested it.
“How about we introduce ourselves a little to break the ice? Like our nas or…”
Before Woojoo could finish, the piranhas attacked him.
“No. What are we, at a campfire?”
“Don’t make the atmosphere more awkward, Woojoo Hyung.”
“Hmm, you’re so old-fashioned.”
The Street Boys laughed at Woojoo’s dumbfounded expression.
Hanjo spoke softly.
-I think Woojoo’s idea is good. How about we introduce ourselves with our nas, ages, and positions?
The hyenas over there attacked him too.
-Wow. The leaders get along well.
-Our leader is also very old! We call him Haljo.
-…Hey, don’t say that here.
Haljo?
Woojoo and Hanjo exchanged sympathetic glances.
‘You have a hard ti.’
‘Thank you. We’re in the sa boat.’
They shared a bitter smile.
The mbers who were having fun biting the eldest on both sides soon started to introduce themselves.
The composition was similar.
The leaders, Woojoo and Hanjo, were born in 1993 and were the sa age, and the youngest, Jiho and Kiwon, were born in 1998 and were the sa age.
The only difference was that there were three and seven in between.
Maybe that was why the overall atmosphere was similar. The other side was louder because they had more mbers, though.
A mber with blue hair and a playful look ca forward and greeted them.
-Hello. I’m LB.
Then soone shouted.
-His real na is Persimmon!
-What? Who is that?
LB turned his head with a sour face, but the culprit was not revealed.
He coughed and said.
-…Ahem. LB. I’m a rapper. Yeah, I always watched New Black from afar and…
-Ahhhh!
“Ah!”
Woojoo cringed at the cheesy line and screams ca from both sides.
-Wood. Why are you doing this? We just got the mood going.
-Did you kill the mood? You killed it?
-No, that’s not it. The mood was already dood from the mont he opened his mouth.
-I’m sorry. Wood is really good at saying cringy things.
“It’s okay. We understand.”
“We have soone like that in our team too. Whenever we go to a big concert hall, he says ‘Soday this hall will be our dream stage~!’ You know, that kind of person.”
“Puhahaha!”
Their kids burst into laughter at the youngest’s words.
When Woojoo coughed and looked away, Hanjo sent Woojoo a sour look from the screen.
Then, LB, who was being tornted by the mbers, shouted.
-Hey! It’s true. Honestly, we admire New Black’s music videos and performances when we watch them. They sing so well…
“Ehehe! Why are you doing that?”
-He’s breaking the fourth wall again.
-Anyway, that… that guy who shoots arrows in the air every ti he cools down.
-Wood, go inside. Unless you want to burn.
LB went in with a sullen face and both sides clapped and laughed.
But thanks to LB, the atmosphere beca much more comfortable.
At first, Woojoo was worried about how awkward it would be, but the younger ones on both sides opened the door and it beca lively in no ti.
The group culture was different, such as whether they used informal or formal speech among the mbers, but overall they had a good sense of humor.
They were already talking like best friends.
When the atmosphere cald down a bit, a quiet-looking mber from Street Boys spoke.
-Actually, we were really worried before we called you.
“Really? Why?”
-We don’t really know how to have fun, and we’re kind of boring… We thought New Black would be more outgoing and playful, so we were very worried. But we’re so glad we get along well.
“Heh, you thought you were boring?”
-Yes.
“We thought so too.”
-Really?
“Yes.”
-Heh… what a coincidence.
“Heh… what a coincidence.”
They looked at each other quietly and then scread “Wow!”.
Jiho waved his hand and shouted like he had t his long-lost twin brother.
“Nice to et you! We’re boring too!”
-Us too! We’re really boring! It’s so nice to et fellow boring people!
-Wow! This is aweso!
“Should we na ourselves the Boring Family? Boring Fam?”
-Wow! That sounds exciting!
They played and laughed by themselves, and Rihyuk made a dizzy face.
Hanjo and Woojoo sat with blank faces.
Woojoo showed him an apple that he poked with a fork, and Hanjo held up a 1.5 liter bottle of water with a cheerleader gesture.
“Uh…”
Woojoo’s voice cracked.
Woojoo took a sip of water and said, “…Let’s stop the bonding here and get to the work part, shall we?”
-Yeah. We’ve been talking for 30 minutes and we haven’t even started working.
The younger ones on both sides said ‘Ooh!’ and ‘Just five more minutes, please. Hyung? Huh?’ but they ignored them.
Junghyun said, “But we have to submit a team na for our joint stage, right? Shouldn’t we start with that?”
-Yeah! Let’s decide on a team na! Us!
The leaders looked at each other as they saw the bouncing kids.
‘Should we just do it ourselves…?’
‘Let’s ditch them and go solo.’
But they agreed to start with the na. Wasn’t that the first step of any work?
Soon, opinions poured out from everywhere.
LB raised his hand and shouted.
-How about Black Boys, combining New Black and Street Boys?
-…
“…”
-Is that bad?
-Wood, go inside. Unless you want to burn.
LB lowered his hand, holding back his tears.
This ti, it was Rihyuk who suggested an idea.
“How about News, combining New Black and Street? Or sothing like Neutron, the English word for a neutral particle?”
“Rihyuk,” Woojoo said. “You should go in too.”
“…”
Everyone burst into laughter as Junghyun stroked his chin and muttered to himself.
“New Street… Newt… Nutria?”
“Junghyun, you should go in and hold hands with Rihyuk.”
“Hmm, it wasn’t that bad…”
Then, one of the Street Boys spoke up.
-How about using the fandom na? You know, like Concrete with the Yogurt fans…
-Souffle, you idiot.
-What good is having a brain if you don’t use it? You don’t think like that.
-Oops, I’m sorry…
The mber apologized with a clueless face as everyone laughed along with the harsh diss.
It was a relief.
Earlier, when they were having dinner, Junghyun had asked, ‘What was the na of their fan club? Granite?’
After about ten minutes of various opinions, soone ca up with a brilliant idea.
-You know, we use that toothpaste-mixed color as our official color, and we gradient it with sothing else.
“Oh, yes.”
-New Black guys are black, right? How about mixing it with mint chocolate?
“How about adding a suffix? Mint Choco-dan.”
As Bijoo finished speaking, they looked at each other for a mont.
After that strange silence, everyone clapped and exclaid.
-Wow… this.
“Wow… perfect.”
It was the mont when the 14-mber joint group ‘Mint Choco-dan’ was ford.
Only Hanjo and Woojoo looked at each other with that astonishing naming.
‘Should we just give up?’
‘Yeah…’
They exchanged warm smiles with their silly brothers in between.
After Mint Choco-dan was ford.
The discussion about the joint stage began right away, and both groups had serious expressions on their faces.
The Street Boys looked at the handso n on the screen.
‘Wow, they’re so good-looking.’
They must have done their makeup, but they all had such clear features that they could pierce through the video call.
They looked good when they were promoting their first album, but maybe it was because of the various care and cara massage.
They seed to have a different vibe, and they looked even more handso.
As they scanned their own appearances with that thought, the Street Boys felt a strong brotherhood.
They looked at each other and said, ‘You’re my brother-’ when they heard a loud noise from the other side.
New Black picked up their phone and changed the orientation of the screen.
The other mbers lined up behind him, while Woojoo sat in front of the synthesizer connected to the laptop.
-First of all, we need to choose a song. Do you have any song in mind?
“Uh, just a mont.”
…They didn’t.
How could they have any thoughts?
Whenever they wanted to suggest sothing, the company would say, ‘Just do as you’re told. Why are you so talkative?’
That was why they had a habit of not having any opinions, whether they liked the concept or not.
What was the point of thinking when they didn’t listen anyway? It only made them feel more uneasy.
They looked at each other.
“…”
They were flustered because they had never expressed their opinions before, from trainees to now.
Then, a soft voice was heard.
-Um… Actually, we haven’t known each other for long, so it’s awkward and all, right? So when you say your opinion, you might think, ‘Hmm, isn’t it embarrassing if it’s not a great idea?’ It could be like that.
Woojoo smiled and said.
-It’s really okay to say anything. For example, Junghyun.
-I want to do that song from the 90s. Hip Hop Trio’s Bus Stop.
-…Does such a song exist?
-No. I just made it up.
Not only New Black, but also Street Boys burst into laughter.
Woojoo continued.
-Yeah. Like this, you can say anything. Let’s all have fun talking.
-You look like it, too. Like a kindergarten teacher.
-Junghyun.
-Yes.
-Take him away.
As the main vocal disappeared off the screen, Street Boys opened their mouths.
“Uh, we’re a hip hop group, so. I hope it’s a song that can show our hip hop color well.”
“Yeah. You know, there’s dance hip hop in the 90s, right?”
As they opened their mouths, Street Boys’ mbers began to suggest their opinions.
The initial hesitation was only for a mont.
The atmosphere soon heated up.
“When we perform, the main dancers co forward and dance like this…”
“Yeah! And from the choreography, let’s get rid of the ones like the dog-leg dance, and also…”
“, ! I have sothing I want to do!”
Whether it was because of the pent-up frustration, or because the ideas they had in their minds were released.
The mbers’ mouths poured out ideas like a dam that had opened.
At first, New Black’s mbers also talked with them, but they soon got tired of the montum and just agreed.
After a while, all kinds of opinions ca out.
Woojoo tapped the piano keys like a school bell and drew attention.
-So, to sum up, you want a song that combines Street Boys’ hip hop color and New Black’s vocal, right?
“Yes, that’s right.”
They all answered in chorus.
Then Woojoo smiled and said.
-Um… I was thinking while listening to your stories. How about doing a song by Trend sunbae-nims?
“Trend?”
They were a group that had gained popularity among all ages with their songs that blended hip hop and vocal.
Woojoo asked cautiously.
-How about it? Are you okay with it?
“Yes. Honestly, if we can do it well, it would be great. They are famous for having many masterpieces, after all…”
Woojoo said with a smile.
-Let’s start with choosing a song first.
After an enthusiastic eting, two songs were chosen as candidates.
They were ‘Fate’, a song with a strong hip hop color, and ‘Sunshine’, a song with a strong vocal color. Both songs were hits that had attracted a lot of fans.
The problem was…
“There’s no middle ground,” Hanjo said with a troubled face. “Fate is too hip hop, and Sunshine is too vocal. They’re both good, but…”
They were worried.
Both sides had to be happy, but if they chose one side, the other side would be buried too much.
They would rather do ‘Fate’, but they couldn’t say to New Black, ‘Hey, let’s do hip hop.’
And if they did a vocal song, the rapper line, which was their strength, would be completely overshadowed.
It was a dilemma.
Woojoo said in a very natural tone.
-How about we do both?
-How about we do both?
“What?”
They wondered if they had heard wrong, and when they looked at each other, a soft voice ca in as if to confirm the kill.
-It seems like we can do both. We can just mix them. Of course, we’ll have to ask the company people about the arrangent later…
As Woojoo turned around with a ‘right?’ expression, the other younger mbers nodded their heads and said ‘that would be nice’.
The mbers of Street Boys had a blank expression on their faces.
“…”
Then they looked at each other.
‘What are they talking about?’ was the look in their eyes.
They were talking about mixing two completely different songs.
It seed hard enough to arrange one song, but they were acting like it was natural to mix them.
Then, Woojoo, who was sitting in front of the synthesizer, called the main vocal.
-Kiwan, can you show your vocal range?
“Oh, sure.”
Kiwan quickly demonstrated his range from low to high, while Woojoo closed his eyes and thought for a mont.
Then he moved his fingers.
The first start was the chorus lody of ‘Fate’, repeating it a few tis and adding or subtracting a note or two.
It progressed like that until…
“Huh?”
Before they could even realize it, the keyboard sound had naturally transford into the lody of ‘Sunshine’.
“…”
When everyone sitting in the living room had a bewildered expression on their faces, soone asked with a wide-eyed face, “…What the hell. What just happened?”
But no one could answer him properly.
They looked at the screen again, but all they saw was Woojoo’s relaxed smile and…
…the New Black mbers who were laughing like the Four Heavenly Kings under the Demon King.
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