Chapter 46
Chapter 46
I know it.
I know just how little interest our kids have in anyone else besides Min-seo.
Even Gil Min-seo is only acting surprised because it's interesting,
Or her energy is high because she's excited.
It's not like she's actually worried or anything.
To exaggerate a little, even if a naked trench coat man appeared in front of them and started twerking, they'd probably say something like this:
'Hmm. Smaller than the team leader.'
'A guy like that could never be master.'
'Kyaaah! A tr-trench coat man! To think I'd live to see something like this. Really. Should I say I'm lucky?'
'Team leader. Don't look at that.'
But right now, those kids were united in heart and mind, worrying about Kim Gi-bok who had come out to greet us.
That was how serious Kim Gi-bok's condition was.
To the point where I wondered if we should set aside the recording and take him to the hospital right away.
"By any chance, that dark mark under your eyes... it's not makeup, is it?"
As if it wasn't bad enough that it was hard to see because of his tattoos.
The dark circles under his eyes were piled thick, almost like five-layered pork belly.
"Ah. This is real."
Seeing Kim Gi-bok say that as if he was bragging, I pressed my forehead.
"If it's not makeup, that's an even more serious problem. Composer-nim. Are you really okay?"
"To be honest, if I said I was fine, that would be a lie. But I'm fine. Ah. What did I just say? Ah. I'm fine. Yes. I'm perfectly fine."
Did this guy take some kind of drug?
He doesn't even realize what he's saying.
"Let's go inside."
"Um. Yes."
Well, if he says he's fine.
I can't just butt in and knock him unconscious and drag him to the hospital.
I followed Kim Gi-bok into the studio and was surprised once again.
[Vita 699]
[Cold Six]
[Espresso Latte]
How many of these are there?
There were vitamin drinks, energy drinks, and coffee stacked in the corner because they couldn't even fit them all in the trash bag. The total count was easily over twenty, and my mouth fell open.
This can't be... but it's not like he drank all this in one day, right?
At this rate, he might actually die.
"I'm sorry it's so messy. I tried to clean up when I got the call, but I couldn't just put it outside. Apparently trash can only be taken out in the evening."
"That's not really what I'm worried about, but well. The composer-nim says he's fine."
"Yes. I'm really fine. More importantly—"
The eyes of the zombie, who looked like he was about to collapse just moments ago, started to sparkle.
It was like seeing a child who had been starved for their parents' praise for the first time.
"The song. Did you like it? I finished composing and writing the lyrics in two days. But I definitely didn't half-ass it. I'm not being arrogant, but I think it turned out well. However, I thought I should hear your opinions. If there's anything that needs fixing, I'm prepared to revise it right here on the spot."
Though he seemed slightly excited, Kim Gi-bok's words were laced with politeness.
He was a composer who passed the personality test in many ways.
It was a bit scary that deep inside such a nice composer, there were those dark and lewd tastes hidden.
"I think it'd be better to hear it from our kids' mouths rather than mine. I think the composer-nim would want that too."
"Even hearing it from the team leader's mouth is fine with me."
"Uh..."
This guy didn't secretly make a song like 'gay love' without us knowing, did he?
The way he's looking at me is way too intense.
"We'll tell you."
Seeing that, Hee-ju quickly hid me behind herself and opened her mouth.
Did she instinctively feel a sense of crisis that I might be taken away?
"Ah. I think there's a misunderstanding. I felt it back then too, but Kim Hyun-woo team leader-nim really is amazing. I feel a specialness in many ways, so I meant it was fine. Of course, it's also good for the girl group members who will actually sing it to give their opinions."
"R-right? Kids. Go ahead and give your impressions."
At my words, starting with Seong Se-ri, they each opened their mouths one by one.
"I think it'll sell well. For the record, that's my highest compliment. I really love money."
"There was nothing to fix. I don't know if I should call it perfect. I could see that even though it was made quickly, every single detail was touched and checked carefully."
"It was good."
"I really liked this song! I want to sing it for the rest of my life. I'm confident that a lot of other people will love this song too."
These were all compliments we'd already discussed among ourselves.
But there's no way Kim Gi-bok could have overheard that.
So for Kim Gi-bok, this was the first time he was hearing these impressions.
"Um. Composer-nim?"
I asked because I thought he might have died standing there.
Kim Gi-bok let out a big breath a beat late and smiled.
"What a relief. And I'm so happy. To be honest, this was a genre I'd never touched before, so I was worried if it turned out well. Hearing you say that makes me so happy."
"That's... true."
Honestly, even Kim Gi-bok himself must know that he's always only made 19+ songs.
But for our kids, without hesitation, he made this innocent yet powerful song in just two days.
"What's the reason for that?"
"They say a composer speaks through music. Radiance. Light. It's exactly that. I've been living a routine of home, studio, home, studio for years now, and I've barely seen any light. But back then, the moment I saw the team leader's kids perform right in front of me, I felt like my eyes were opened wide."
"..."
"Ah. I want to make a song for these people. It had been a really long time since I felt such a strong urge to compose. And I just composed while thinking of all of you, and what came out was Radiance."
He really is a true composer, huh.
"Honestly, if I went back three days and tried to make the exact same song again, I don't think I could. It feels like a song made from inspiration, coincidence, and luck. Thank you."
"No. We should be the ones thanking you. Thank you for making such a great song. Ah, right. We've temporarily decided on our group name. Could you take a look and see if it's okay?"
"Yes. Of course. I'm looking forward to it."
Seong Se-ri counted one, two, three, and they all made different heart shapes with their hands and greeted.
"Hello."
"We are Always."
Kim Gi-bok nodded with a pleased smile.
"Cute and nice? And the meaning behind the name is straightforward enough for everyone to understand. It means we'll always be together, something like that?"
"Yes. Something like that. There's also the meaning of making sure you always think of us."
"They do have a charm that you can't forget once you see them. Should we start recording right away?"
"Yes. Sounds good."
We've exchanged enough greetings.
We decided to start recording without dragging it out.
"One moment."
"Yes, yes. Whenever you're ready."
Wondering what was up, I looked at Kim Gi-bok and flinched.
Because Kim Gi-bok had put energy drink, coffee, and vitamin drink all together into a tumbler and nodded with a satisfied expression.
"Um. Composer-nim?"
"Ah. It's fine. With this, I can live for another 24 hours."
And then drop dead after that?
That was when it happened.
Seong Se-ri whispered to me with a very serious expression.
"Maybe it'd be better to feed him the team leader's semen? That's secretly good for stamina recovery, you know."
"Don't fuck around."
Where does she get off trying to turn this into a sudden BL genre?
Even if that guy dies, that kind of thing is never going to happen.
"Too bad."
"Don't give me that 'too bad' bullshit. Do your best with the mindset of finishing as quickly as possible so the composer-nim doesn't die."
"It's not like we don't always do our best anyway. Even if just to avoid getting bitched at by Da-young."
And so the recording began.
Watching the kids from outside the recording booth, I tried to act a little knowledgeable about the equipment Kim Gi-bok was fiddling with.
"Your equipment seems really good."
"You know about it?"
"Yeah. I did manager work for about three years, so I followed the kids to a few recording sessions."
Normally, recording time varies depending on the length of the song, technique, and the ability of the vocal and music producer.
From what I know, the longest recording I'd seen was about 7 hours.
And that was when there was a problem with the recording machine, causing about an hour of delay.
But.
"Then, I'll start the recording."
"Yes."
11 hours flew by in an instant.
I thought I came early for lunch.
But it was already dark enough that you couldn't tell the inside of the studio from the outside.
"I think fixing this part would be good."
"I'm going to record this part again."
"I don't like it, so I'll do it one more time."
It wasn't just the picky Da-young who was giving feedback.
Seong Se-ri, who pretends she doesn't care but is hungrier for success than anyone else, was the same.
And Gil Min-seo, who usually seems like a screw is loose but when it comes to work, dreams of being an idol more seriously than anyone, was no different.
Even Eun Hee-ju was actively participating.
"This isn't good enough."
It was a truly insane recording.
Even I, who had only bought hamburgers in the middle to stave off hunger, was exhausted enough after 11 hours.
But how tired must Kim Gi-bok have been, having to continuously use his voice,
Or having to make meticulous adjustments while listening?
It wouldn't have been strange if someone collapsed,
Or said let's give up.
"Your stamina is really amazing."
"Um. You too, composer-nim."
"When the kids don't give up first, how can the person who made the song give up? It's all to make the best song possible. Still, I think your throats are starting to hurt slowly. Especially since the group parts require a lot of power."
The group parts had consumed the most time out of the 11 hours.
But because we invested that much time, we were able to finish the group parts first.
And we were just before the individual parts.
"One moment."
Seong Se-ri, who I thought would never leave the recording booth, came out first and spoke.
"The next recording is my individual part. Let's take a short break, and also rest a bit together."
"If you're too tired, we can continue tomorrow."
"No. Just a moment is fine. Composer-nim, you close your eyes for a bit too."
"Then. Understood."
Seeing Kim Gi-bok cover his eyes with some chick-shaped eye mask that he must have gotten from somewhere, Seong Se-ri quickly took me to the side room of the studio.
And then she demanded outright.
"My throat is really hot and stinging right now. If we do it tomorrow, I don't think I'll get the feeling of today. So hurry up and feed me."
Feed me what.
I don't even need to ask.
Because I should say I've gotten used to it by now.
"Even with the composer-nim next door?"
"It's fine. The soundproofing here is good. And sometimes, doing it like this is thrilling and fun, isn't it? For today, I'll be generous and let you have once in my pussy and twice in my mouth. The team leader also wants us to record the song in peak condition, right? Take it off quickly."
"It's not like you're wrong."
I just went along with it, pulled down my pants, and took out my dick.
Then Seong Se-ri's eyes, which had been completely exhausted, found their energy again.
"Hoo. This is it. Keueung. Just smelling this, it feels like my fatigue is already flying away. Then first, I'll take a big mouthful. Chureureureup. Chureup."
"Is it good, you slutty bitch?"
"If it wasn't for this, I would have already downed a shot of soju and recorded. Honestly, this is better than alcohol. That's why I'm holding on. Heueung. Jjyureureup. Ah. Mixed with my saliva, it's even stronger. Plus, the team leader's been wearing pants all day too. Even tastier."
"Ah. You fucking bitch. You suck so well."
"Heuik. Talk to me rougher. And treat me rougher."
"I'm about to cum, so open your throat."
"Kkureureup!"
Since she asked for rougher treatment.
Today, I pushed my dick all the way into her throat as if she was about to suffocate.
Seong Se-ri accepted my dick with pleasure, even as tears streamed down her face.
"Uueueup. Oeup. Kkureup. Gulp... It's delicious. Now fuck me, team leader."
Without any shame or fear.
Seong Se-ri immediately braced herself against the door and stuck her ass out.
And as I grabbed her waist and shook my hips like crazy, burying my dick in her pussy—
"I think I can hear some thumping sounds. Are you okay?"
At Kim Gi-bok's question, who I thought would be resting his eyes for a moment.
"Heueuik!"
"Keuk!"
Ironically, Seong Se-ri's pussy tightened even more.
"This is a kind of stretching unique to our team. Don't worry too much. Please wait. We'll be done soon."
"I understand."
It was just as Seong Se-ri said.
Without even checking whether Kim Gi-bok was walking away or not, I started pounding my dick into her roughly again.
"Heueueueuk. Heueung. Team leader. It feels so good. Haang. This is really good. Heuik."
In the middle of recording music in the studio.
On top of that, in a situation where we might get caught, the pleasure of sex was beyond imagination.
"Heuaaaaaaang!"
Seong Se-ri's love juice dripped onto the floor.
I unloaded a thick load of semen into her womb.