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Chapter 244:
Chapter 244:
Chapter 244:
Translator: MarcTempest
Editor: Rxel
Chapter 244 @The_New_Black_Official
(A photo of Rihyuk holding the trophy in the middle and smiling happily with the members)
[ ‘Windflower’ first place! Thank you and love you so much, Soufflés!!!
#Love_you_so_much #It’s_me ]
Inside the moving car.
Tey were chatting away, sharing the joy of winning first place, when we teased the youngest.
“Jiho, Jiho. Do that thing. That thing.”
“Hold on. Ahem…”“No, don’t do it! Don’t do it! I won’t let you off the hook if you do!”
Rihyuk reached out his hand to cover his mouth, but Jiho, who was hiding behind Junghyun, mimicked someone in a mean way.
“Everyone~ I love you so much~”
“Who?”
“It’s me~!”
“Pwahaha!”
They burst into laughter, clutching their stomachs.
“Oh my! Our Rihyuk is so~ cute! Hehehe!”
“Hahaha! This is so funny, hyung!”
“Oh. Rihyuk’s ears are hot pink.”
Rihyuk’s face turned red like a steam engine that was overloaded.
“Really, you useless humans, just because I said one word of love, now I’m funny to you? Funny?”
“Hey. Rihyuk. That hurts, you know. Are you saying we’re laughing at you?”
They made a hurt expression, and Rihyuk hesitated.
“Well…”
“…”
“That’s right~!”
They got excited again and made a racket.
“Hehehe!”
“Kyaa!”
“…Sigh.”
Ah. This was so fun.
He had to tease him for a year with this.
?Today’s music show first place winner New Black’s acceptance speech?
[I brought this because it’s such a creative mess ??????
(Attached video)
- Explanation for non-fans
- The white and sharp-chinned one is Rihyuk. He’s famous for not expressing his affection to the members, but he confessed ‘I love you’
- The members are shocked and horrified
- Junghyun (the friend of Daegil, right?) drops the trophy in surprise
- Woojoo catches it like a kick-off
- Meanwhile, Woojoo, who should have said ‘a dream-like time for the Soufflés’, made a slip of the tongue and said ‘a dream-like time for New Black’ ]
-??????????What is this?????
-????They’re so funny
-This is a real mess????? Crying, hugging, dropping, dancing???
-They did well on the encore stage though
-The expressions of the girl groups next to them when they caught the trophy are hilarious
-Pupil dilation???
-??? : They’re catching that…? (Whispering)
-Trophy : Wow. They saved me
-Floor : Wow, it didn’t fall
-They dance really well too… They use their whole body well. Is he the Olympic Jumong?
-?? There was a lot of buzz about the secret weapon that Kyuho wrote
-As expected of Lemon Enter…
-First place (physical)
-?? ??????
-But it’s a good thing they’re New Black. If it was Scarlet, the trophy would have been smashed in one hit
-Daisy : Here’s your trophy, boss. (Fine powder)
-They have great athletic skills. Do they always catch things like that so well?
-We don’t know either…
-But it’s not surprising anymore
-?? Every moment of fangirling is just a series of surprises…
-The speech mistake is funny too???? You declared to the fans that you’ll be happy???
-New Black : We’ll work hard and make ourselves happy!
-?????????
They received a lot of congratulations for getting first place.
Celebrities that Woojoo knew personally left congratulatory messages on SNS, and he also got messages and calls from his friends and acquaintances.
It was the same at the company.
When they came back from the music show, their friendly staff members were waiting for them with a cake.
“Congratulations on New Black’s first place.”
“Who?”
They all shouted.
“We did!”
“Puhaha!”
“Rihyuk! Rihyuk, where are you going? You have to blow out the candles!”
Junghyun grabbed Rihyuk’s arm and dragged him back. Rihyuk covered his face as if he was annoyed.
“…Why are you all doing this to me?”
“Rihyuk! Hurry up and blow!”
He seemed to like it though, since they let him blow out the cake candles by himself.
He blew hard on the lit candles, but his breath was weak like a grandfather blowing on a straw.
“Rihyuk. You have to blow them out in one go. How can you be the main vocal with such weak lung capacity?”
“I don’t want to spit on it. Swoo- Huh! Huh!”
The candles kept flickering. Junghyun stepped in, seeing that he couldn’t do it.
“I’ll do it.”
He clapped his hands and the candles went out like falling leaves.
They all groaned and sat down on the floor.
They sincerely thanked the people who congratulated them in the joyful atmosphere.
When the event was almost over, the President came down personally to buy them dinner.
“Hahaha! Oh, kids! You worked hard!”
The President, who was laughing happily, took them to a nearby barbecue restaurant.
The smell of grilled meat and the cheerful laughter from everywhere.
Wraps kept flowing into their mouth.
“Our Woojoo. Chew well.”
The President kept handing Woojoo wraps and smiled warmly, as if he was looking at a grade 1++ beef.
“Our Woojoo, do you need anything? Do you have any problems with composing?”
“Uh… no.”
“Tell me if you need anything. I’ll have a card ready for you. Hahaha!”
The President looked so happy for the first time.
But thanks to his ‘hahaha!’ laughter throughout the dinner, the atmosphere was great.
“Hyung, have some wrap here.”
“Thanks.”
As Woojoo ate the wrap that Bijoo gave him, he wondered if there was anything he needed.
What he learned from social life. If someone offered you something, you had to take it right away.
But he didn’t need anything.
The studio environment was great, the dorm was nice. The food was delicious.
The only thing that bothered him was the Soufflés…
Something came to his mind.
He vividly remembered the Soufflés waving their light sticks in the audience when they got first place today.
It wouldn’t hurt to ask at this point.
“President.”
“Yeah, yeah. Tell me everything, Woojoo.”
“Well, I was wondering how the plan for our light sticks is going…”
Woojoo was cautious because this kind of project would cost a lot of money.
Especially when they made the mini 2nd album this time, they spent money like crazy.
It was so bad that there was a sad joke that the President sold one of the company’s pillars.
The money that others used to make light sticks went all into their album.
“Light sticks?”
The President tilted his head. Then he called Director Jo, who was drinking a beer.
“Director Jo, the light sticks we made last time…”
“That was for Scarlet’s light sticks.”
“I see. New Black doesn’t have one yet.”
Director Jo started to talk as if the topic came up well, and the younger ones perked up their ears.
“We have a solo concert in the summer. We’re planning to release it then.”
“Just tell me the cost. I’ll approve it.”
The President shouted loudly and Woojoo winked at the younger ones.
‘Clap.’
‘Yes.’
‘Cheer too.’
The younger ones clapped and cheered ‘Wow!’
“Thank you, President!”
“You’re so awesome!”
“You’re the best, President!”
“Haha! Well, there’s no need to go that far.”
Junghyun raised his thumb and said, “President.”
Then he raised his other hand and made a double thumbs-up, making the President laugh with a big smile.
Director Jo just smiled and sipped his beer.
“Haha! If you need anything for the light stick, just tell me, anything! If we’re going to make it, we have to make it with the best performance.”
“Yes, we’ll tell you everything!”
They were happily giving the Presient a hug when he clapped his hands as if he had a good idea.
“How about we name it Rackbong, Rackbong? Hahahaha!”
“…!”
Director Jo spat out his beer, and the staffs’ chopsticks froze for a moment.
The road managers also dropped their tongs.
Meanwhile, their Director Yoon filled the President’s glass with a look of admiration.
The President waved his hand and said it was a joke.
“It’s a joke. Who would name it Rackbong?”
“Haha. Hahaha!”
Everyone laughed with relief.
“How about we go fresh and name it Bongbong, Bongbong?”
“…”
“Or how about we shorten it to Ppyong? Ppyong hammer? Or Newppyong… Numpyong? Isn’t that a trendy word among friends these days? How about we go bright and cheerful like that name?”
“…”
The staff started to drink one soju shot after another.
Director Jo just filled the empty glasses.
As someone who had seen the group name candidates Lemon Boys and Flying Angels, Woojoo understood their reaction.
Woojoo smiled and cheered the President.
“President.”
“Yes, Woojoo. Do you have something to say?”
“Can we have our members come up with ideas and stuff? Like, we can make the design ourselves.”
The President looked interested and the staff clenched their fists and gave me a look of support.
It was like cheering for a soccer player who was dribbling to the goal.
Woojoo added, “I think it would be better for the fans to see us taking the lead, and even if it’s the same design, the satisfaction would be higher.”
“Hmm. That’s true. If you guys made it, there would be less complaints…”
The President nodded halfway and the staff gave Woojoo a look of ‘Go for it! Hurry!’
Woojoo said the decisive words, “I heard a rumor from the Street Boys side that DNS Media is making their own design…”
The staff started to drink cider instead of soju and made a face of ‘That’s it.’
“DNS is doing that…?”
The President muttered ‘That Hyunsik bastard…’ and grabbed Woojoo’s hand.
“Woojoo.”
“Yes, President.”
“Do whatever you want. I’ll push you hard. Do you want me to make the light stick shoot fire?”
“The light stick…?”
A magic flamethrower that made the person in front disappear when you cheered.
A New Black concert where two people went in and one came out alive, that kind of slogan came to mind.
The President’s eyes sparkled like fire.
The remark about the competitor worked and the President agreed to let them take the lead in the production.
He chewed the beef tenderloin like a bitter herb and snorted.
“I know that Im guy. He’s not being proactive, he’s just telling them to make the design and then doing what he wants.”
The staff closed their mouths and looked at the President. The President looked at Woojoo.
“If you have any ideas, tell our staff.”
“What about the budget…?”
“Budget? Why do you guys have to worry about that? You have to do everything you want. Hahahaha!”
“President…!”
They all laughed with emotion and Woojoo winked at his brothers.
‘Clap.’
‘Yes.’
‘This time, fortissimo.’
They clapped like crazy like monkeys with cymbals.
“President…”
“Guys…”
“Hot hot hot!”
“Hahaha!”
The barbecue restaurant was filled with a warm and friendly atmosphere.
But the President didn’t know.
He didn’t know that his subordinates were searching for keywords like ‘laser sword’, ‘maximum output’, and ‘wind power’ after he said there was no budget limit.
Back at the office, they gathered in the studio.
They were busy preparing their schedules.
“Mmm~ smell~”
The youngest one uttered a cheerful line.
“Rihyuk, do you smell that~?”
“Smell? What smell?”
“The smell of spring. The smell of spring getting more ripe~ Ah, it’s so refreshing!”
“Oh no, spring is getting more ripe.”
Woojoo didn’t know why it sounds like ‘damn, spring’.
“Huh? What’s wrong? Rihyuk, don’t you like spring?”
Someone who had red ears sighed deeply and muttered a line shyly.
“Jiho, you know, I’m an ice prince. Of course I prefer winter over spring.”
“Pfft!”
“Ah, don’t laugh!”
As Bijoo, Junghyun, and Woojoo giggled while munching on popcorn, Rihyuk got annoyed.
Jiho called him in a stern voice.
“How can you break the immersion like that? Do it properly. You’re good at singing, but you don’t have the spirit of a pro.”
“Ah, yes.”
“Answer me properly. Pretend I’m your vocal teacher. Would you talk back to me like that?”
“Yes…”
Rihyuk couldn’t deny the acting coaching that was full of valid points, and he just twitched his lips.
“Okay, then let’s go back to the part where you’re the ice prince. Rihyuk, do you not like spring?”
Their youngest was really good.
Rihyuk wasn’t bad either, but Jiho delivered that embarrassing line more naturally than anyone.
“Look, Hyung. ‘Spring is blooming even more! Today’s stage is the return of the ballad singer! Son Bomi’s ‘Love, Breakup, Spring’!’ Try it like this.”
“Um…”
“Don’t be shy. The members like it! Just do it while remembering how you felt when you said that. No one will care about you. They might laugh, though.”
“Hey.”
“Hey, what do you mean by ‘hey’ to your teacher?”
Woojoo turned his gaze away from the bickering coaching.
Junghyun was working on the mixtape, and Bijoo was helping Woojoo with the preparation for the recording of Shinto Rabbit later tonight.
“The concept is better to stick to what we’ve been doing, right?”
“Yes, and I think it would be better to be with Hanjo than TNT or Teen Spirit.”
“I think so too. He’s the closest one among them. …The others might make a mistake and get caught by the fans.”
Woojoo had already done the research on the people he was going to appear with.
He had studied by asking for advice from senior entertainers who had experience in appearing or watching popular clips, so the only thing left was the final check.
Bijoo smiled as he checked the parts Woojoo might miss with him.
“Don’t worry and just do it as usual. Hyung.”
Woojoo felt grateful to him for cheering him up by saying ‘You always do well’.
When Woojoo checked the script again, Jiho called him impatiently.
“Woojoo Hyung!”
“What?”
“Hyung, come and try this. Rihyuk Hyung keeps asking me how to do this.”
“Hey! It’s because you’re asking too much!”
“It’s not hard.”
Woojoo rolled around on the wheel chair. It was like kindergarten kids saying ‘He’s a bad kid!’ and looking for the teacher.
“Stop fighting. What’s the problem?”
“Look. The concept here is ‘cold and soft’, right? If I’m bright and cheerful, you have to be calm, but you’re twisting your body like a pretzel. Hyung, you try it. Is it really hard?”
“I’m not very confident either…”
Woojoo skimmed through the script that Rihyuk was holding.
It was a cold but soft feeling. Woojoo thought of an expression that would suit it and recited the line.
“Jiho, you’re something else. I’m the ice prince, you know. Of course, I prefer winter to spring.”
As soon as he finished, he looked up and saw the two of them staring at him with strange eyes.
“Hey, Wang Jiho. He’s better than you?”
“Why, why are you so good at this? Did you lose all your shame or something?”
“Hey.”
Woojoo laughed incredulously and gave some advice to Rihyuk.
“Don’t feel pressured by being the MC. Just relax and imagine. Don’t think about the people who are judging you, but the Soufflés in front of you.”
“I’ll give it a try.”
He improved quickly.
When Rihyuk looked at Woojoo with surprise and said ‘oh’, Jiho narrowed his eyes and avoided him.
“Hyung, you should get ready for the recording. I’ll teach Rihyuk Hyung. Acting teacher is my role, you know.”
Woojoo smiled as he saw him being wary of him, whose skills had improved a lot since he taught Woojoo.
“Sure, you two have a happy marriage.”
Woojoo stretched and looked around.
The kids seemed to be in good condition.
Nothing special.
Woojoo felt relieved that he could leave them alone for a few hours and go out.
As he buttoned up his pink Hawaiian shirt, Bijoo asked him, “Are you leaving already?”
“Yeah, I have to stop by the shop and change clothes.”
“Phew, thank goodness…”
“What?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
As Woojoo said ‘I’m going’ and tried to leave, the four of them came to the door to see him off.
What was this?
This unusually friendly atmosphere. Woojoo had a feeling that something was off and asked them, “What’s this? Why are you seeing me off?”
“What are you talking about? We always see you off.”
They nodded their heads as Woojoo squinted his eyes.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to confess something on Shinto Rabbit later. I have something to confess~ like that.”
Jiho turned pale and shook his head.
“No way.”
“That’s right. No way.”
“Do you think we would do that? You’re. Too. Much.”
“That’s too much.”
Ah. This was really awkward.
Woojoo tried to be nice to them for a few days before the show, but he didn’t know if it worked.
His siblings had betrayal as their basic passive.
“Hurry up and go! Hurry!”
“Hyung, hurry up and go!”
As Woojoo went out half-pushed, he felt a vague sense of uneasiness.
…It would be fine, right? Today’s broadcast?
Sangam-dong TBC building.
The set of the new concept talk show ‘Find Your Memory’ was busy preparing for the recording.
“Yawn…”
The hosts of the talk show greeted each other while suppressing their yawns.
“Oh, Hyung, you’re here?”
“The traffic was terrible.”
The one who just arrived complained.
“Is it because it’s Friday? Why is the road so congested? It’s been a while since we recorded at this time.”
“The guest is an idol, you know,” someone said while flipping through the script. “They barely managed to fit this in their schedule. There are some top-tier ones and one who’s just starting to get popular.”
“New Black? I was listening to their song on the radio on my way here.” The host who came in every night on Wonderful Night said as he took off his coat, “Since the recording is at this time, it would be nice if they gave us plenty of content.”
“Just get enough as usual. Have we ever had fun with an idol on our show?”
“If they’re popular… they’ll probably be stingy.”
It was rare to have fun with an idol on a special episode.
They would only mention episodes that would make them look good, pretending to reveal their weaknesses. How could that be fun?
The hosts also said ‘wow, amazing!’ but inside they were like ‘uh, hmm… is that all?’
Everyone was worried about the broadcast content when the senior host called the PD.
“PD Kim!”
The man who was the oldest among the hosts asked the PD who turned his head, “How’s the water today, good? Did you prepare anything fun?”
“It’s average, Sunbae-nim.”
PD Kim chuckled as he recalled something.
“But there is one gem among them.”
“A gem?”
“How should I put it? The more you dig, the more crazy stuff comes out. You don’t have to worry about the length because of him.”
“Oh… There’s someone like that? Who is he?”
“New Black Woojoo.”
“Him?”
Everyone looked puzzled.
“Isn’t he the one who looks very diligent?”
“He looked the least interesting among the cast…”
As they were talking, their eyes shifted to the host who came back from the bathroom.
“Hey, Changhyun.”
“Yes?”
“Didn’t you go to Taiwan with New Black at Patisserie Korea? How was Woojoo there?”
“…Woojoo?”
“PD Kim said there’s something crazy about him, but he looks far from dynamic by his face.”
Yoo Changhyun hesitated.
Words like ‘bread dough’, ‘Woo Jenmin’, and ‘Maasai walking’ started to float in his head.
“Uh…”
He coughed and said to the curious people, “Well, you’ll see for yourself later.”
He couldn’t explain it in one word.