Becoming An Idol Wasn’T On My Plan [EN]: Chapter 302

While Seok-joon bickered with Lee Hyun-jae (more like Lee Hyun-jae grumbling and Seok-joon grinning), I played the song for Ryu Iden.

“What’s the concept for this?”

“Romance of the Three Kingdoms.”

“…Why on earth?”

Ryu Iden looked at me like I was some old man interested in that kind of thing.

Even if I wasn’t interested, those kinds of metaphors overflow in the works of old novelists, so I can’t help but know. If a novel has a sentence like ‘Waiting for Cao Cao to fall,’ I want to understand it and move on.

“Three people, huh.”

“Our Dong-hwa, his brain wasn’t functioning properly when he wrote this.”

It’s a practice piece, Iden. Practice pieces are originally meant to improve skills by writing haphazardly.

“But, saying it’s Romance of the Three Kingdoms…”

Whether it’s the popular kids at school having a battle of nerves or whatever, it doesn’t matter as long as there’s a three-way rivalry.

“Back then, I thought we’d have a lot of disagreements.”

“Then you were right?”

“Yeah.”

We don’t get along at all, those damn things. I have to secretly escape every time I go to work, so if I ever go to jail for some reason, I might be able to break out.

According to Giji-saeng [a type of Korean female entertainer, similar to a geisha], there was originally a possibility of getting close to these guys, but I don’t really know.

I can’t even predict how, where, or with what opportunity we’d become close. It wouldn’t be a contrived story like me becoming a doctor and meeting Chae Ha-min after being shocked by my parents’ death.

[…I agree. It won’t be!]

“Hmm, it’s a bit ambiguous.”

Ryu Iden immediately pointed out the problem. There are parts that are a bit awkward to listen to because they’re not harmonious.

Indeed, it was an accurate point.

“Yeah. I need to fix it.”

A song I wrote to create a different atmosphere in each part through repetition and overlap, choosing and repeatedly using three representative melodies.

However, if you use three main melodies, it’s hard to erase the impression that it’s cluttered.

“Back then, I was just focused on creating your representative melodies.”

Ignoring their puzzled expressions, I immediately played one of the melodies.

A melody reminiscent of a chariot procession. However, it was strangely lively, so it sounded like a march.

“This is what I initially thought of you.”

Ryu Iden pointed at himself and tilted his head.

“Yeah.”

“…Is that how I look?”

I didn’t answer and played the next melody.

A fast, cheerful, and slightly frantic melody. Like a rabbit excited by a pile of carrots.

I combined the most beautiful and polite words possible, but it means I’m like a crazy person.

“Wow, it’s a crazy person’s theme song. That’s you, Dong-hwa!”

“Huh?”

What nonsense. You’re the closest thing to ‘crazy’ among us, you rabbit.

Because it was dawn, my facial muscles relaxed, and I naturally frowned. I think I made this expression when I was listening to a classmate’s presentation during a graduation thesis class in college.

“Dong-hwa always feels like this when he’s with me, you know, Iden hyung [older brother or male friend]?”

Ryu Iden, who would never usually take my side, had ‘That’s not true’ written all over his face.

“…Is this me?”

“Of course.”

Wow, I’m more surprised that you thought it wouldn’t be.

“This is me.”

A quiet and calm melody that is easily drowned out by the other two sounds, but occasionally reveals its presence.

It’s embarrassing, but I tried to capture the image of a human living hidden in the forest.

“No.”

“Yeah, that’s not you.”

Chae Ha-min and Ryu Iden raised their voices in unison.

“You’re subtly rough, like you’re going to tear everything apart.”

“Dong-hwa builds walls on the outside, but he’s really soft on the inside.”

Ryu Iden and Chae Ha-min started talking about melodies that suited me, but when they brought up different things, their eyes met.

“Ha-min, no, our Dong-hwa needs to have an eerie vibe like he’s going to bury someone.”

“Why would Dong-hwa bury someone, hyung? Where else is there someone as kind as Dong-hwa? He takes care of the people around him so much.”

What are you guys doing?

“We took composition classes together, why don’t we each write one?”

“Okay. I’ll show you, hyung. Something that screams Dong-hwa!”

I’m just an ordinary human, far from the eerie vibe of someone who would bury someone or innocent goodness.

However, as if my opinion didn’t matter at all, Ryu Iden and Chae Ha-min reached out to me almost simultaneously. They want the sheet music, right?

I hid the sheet music paper that Mok-hwa bought and presented the one I bought in front of them.

Okay, do whatever you want. It seems like we’ve strayed far from the original topic, but if we work like we’re playing, the results might be good.

* * *

It’s fun.

If someone who doesn’t know this word asks me what it means, (after telling them to read the dictionary and they still don’t understand) I want to show them this moment.

It’s really fun.

“…It’s three o’clock.”

Ryu Iden muttered quietly, looking at his phone. Chae Ha-min covered his mouth as if he hadn’t expected it.

“Already?”

I was definitely going to finish earlier and go home with everyone. I swear on Mok-hwa’s name.

But, when we actually started working, these guys were the ones who were excited, and they were the ones who didn’t listen to me when I said let’s go and held me back. Maybe these guys like working as much as I do.

…Then, can we work more?

Entrusting myself to the rough flow of thought, just as I was about to slowly open my mouth.

“Ugh! Dong-hwa teacher! Shouldn’t you be going now?”

Ryu Iden cleverly noticed my intentions and suspiciously put his phone away.

“Hyung, I suddenly feel sleepy when I hear that?”

“Me too.”

Then, Lee Hyun-jae and Chae Ha-min suddenly collapsed as if they had been directly hit by all kinds of fatigue.

Lee Hyun-jae has a nuance of *matchwojuneun* [adjusting to someone’s mood or needs] to Ryu Iden, but Chae Ha-min’s eyes were so sleepy that it seemed like he shouldn’t work anymore.

That’s it.

I saved the unit song I was looking at and stretched.

“It’s fun to work together like this. It was lonely when I was preparing for my solo stage.”

At Lee Hyun-jae’s words, I looked around the studio.

People’s habits don’t change easily, so at first, it was a colorless and odorless space.

The purpose of the space was survival, so there were only four things: a place to sleep, something to cover, a place to work, and a bookshelf to put a few books for distraction.

The wallpaper color, whatever it was, was the same as when it was first created.

Looking back now, I think these guys really hated that. It’s clear from the fact that they kept buying and putting things in the studio, saying they were things to keep in the studio.

…Well, if you’re going to buy it, you should discuss it with each other and match the combination a bit.

It’s like a thief demanding a bundle after being saved, but the sight of a pocket monster doll, a classic mirror, dumbbells, and a mushroom-shaped ornament (including questions about its existence) together is…

Too, bizarre. It’s not an avant-garde work of art, what is this?

Even the dumbbells have a beautiful design, as if they’re meant to be used as interior decorations, making me want to grab them by the collar.

Why are there only people around me who will die if they can’t make fun of me?

“Come to think of it, this place is also full of stuff.”

Ryu Iden, who was packing his things, must have scanned the studio like me. It’s a new thing to say, but you guys are the culprits.

“Why is that monster next to my mirror?”

The mirror that Lee Hyun-jae bought after listening to the self-portrait of my solo song.

I didn’t have a good place to put it, so I put it next to the electric rat (the performance is not good).

“It’s not a monster―.”

Seok-joon shot back while closing his laptop. He’s a human who knows how to be sharp when it comes to the things he cherishes.

Lee Hyun-jae yawned leisurely and stretched out on the sofa again.

“The official name is monster, right?”

“…Still no, Hyun-jae.”

The rat that emits electricity is a monster.

“Come to think of it, Dong-hwa, did you order that directly from France?”

The mushroom-shaped ornament, you custom-made it.

“Yeah, I was talking to hyung, and he said your studio was too empty, so we talked about filling it with something?”

Why do you guys do things without me so often? I’m supposed to believe that this is a combination that you discussed and chose.

“Then I put in one of my favorite things. I forgot to tell you that I put it in without you knowing. It’s so pretty.”

“Um, yeah.”

I’ve known your taste is weird for a long time.

A mushroom carved out of marble can look pretty. Originally, all art is a imitation of nature, which is the canon of ancient Miron. Aristotle will love it, Ha-min.

Ryu Iden picked up and put down the dumbbells, which were not dusty but clearly had never been used, and muttered quietly.

“I wish there were more of your things here.”

At that word, even Seok-joon realized what was hidden, and the studio became quiet for a moment.

When Ryu Iden was trying to change the atmosphere with a look of ‘Oops’.

I laughed.

“There’s a brick.”

If it wasn’t for this, how would I have hit your head?

“And a rope.”

If it wasn’t for this, I wouldn’t have been able to enjoy discussing work for so long like tonight.

And above all.

“There are your things too.”

I’m not the type to put other people’s things in my space.

“…Um.”

Now that I say it, it’s embarrassing.

I quickly got up from my seat. It’s okay to leave first since I’m going home anyway.

* * *

[Is the level of brotherly fighting real?] (Link to a video of Mok-dong playing, released with a photoshoot)

Why do you do that so much, and why are you trying to leave that as a family tradition ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Thinking about resolving domestic disputes like that when I have children later is too wild ㅋㅋㅌㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Comments

―Ji Dong-hwa is really a crazy bastard.

└This younger brother is also a bit off. Like rice left outside on a summer day…

―This man who raises his children strongly… What will he be like in his old age?

└He was happy with his songwriting pension.

―Iden betrayed us… I’m really disappointed! Traitor!

└Burn him. Burn him.

└I trusted Iden

└I really didn’t expect it, our leader. Betraying Dong-hwa like this…

[So what’s the name of this concert]

If you guess it right, you get an unreleased photocard, so hurry up and give me some ideas, you room nuts [RoomNuts fans]

What are the chances that B.P is Blossence Party????????

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―Do you think it’ll happen? ㅋㅌㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅌㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Would a group with two Korea University graduates name it that? No way

└Blossence… The naming sense isn’t that good from the group name…

└Sometimes I’m glad the kids don’t have stage names

―The Blossence Party is currently exploding in the official fan cafe comment section, so even if I submit it, I don’t think I’ll be drawn. Aim for individuality

―I hope the real traitor is destroyed

└I wrote it in the official fan cafe Dong-hwa, I believe in you!

Thanks to the fairly early concert announcement, the RoomNuts are barely surviving on behind-the-scenes content and radio shows during their hiatus.

Fortunately, it’s a pretty rich meal to be called ‘barely’, but knowing that this is an appetizer and the upcoming concert is the main dish, there was no satisfaction.

It’s the same principle as a small achievement feeling unsatisfactory to someone with a grand dream.

And the concept poster was released to them.

[1st poster released.]

(Lee Hyun-jae is sitting in a chair, and the other four members are in a photo taken like a family photo. The antique props unique to the enlightenment period are impressive. The phrase ‘Blooming Paradise’ is written in the center.)

(Sitting in the same pose against a dark background, but the background and costumes have been changed to modern ones. Unlike the previous poster, which was smiling, they are expressionless. The phrase ‘Betrayal Paranoia’ is written in the center.)

And the RoomNuts who saw this stared at the monitor with a ‘What is Betrayal Paranoia’ expression, but just smiled because the members’ faces were pretty.