Chapter 94
Chapter 94
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 94
Chapter Title: Since I Became a Woman, I'll Be a VTuber
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“…Huh?”
All the gazes in the room turned toward Lee Hyun-jun.
I couldn’t see my members’ reactions since I only had the backs of their heads, but the guys who looked like they were from the same group were staring straight at him.
From their perspective as idols, wasn’t it like one of their members suddenly hitting on a random woman?
And not in some club, but in a situation like this.
“Uh… Isn’t that the Beasts?”
As Anna named their group amid all this, the glares from the other guys in the group toward Lee Hyun-jun grew even hotter.
From a weird guy hitting on a random woman to a lunatic hitting on a random woman right in front of fans—Lee Hyun-jun waved both hands to clear up the misunderstanding and express his grievance.
“I really don’t remember? I sent you Hanwoo.”
Hmm… He looked so wronged that I figured I should clear it up quick.
“Huh? Hanwoo?”
Just one more time.
“Hey… You really…”
“No, hyung, it’s a misunderstanding.”
The guy who seemed like the eldest in the group scowled as he spoke, and Lee Hyun-jun shot him a look like, Why are you doing this to me?
“What…?”
“Suhyun must be pretty cute.”
With even my members stirring, Lee Hyun-jun, cornered, resorted to his final measure.
“I really don’t remember? Take a good look.”
He pulled out his phone and called me right then.
Well, no time to react, and no intention of dragging this out further.
Time to clear up his misunderstanding.
Viiiing—
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and all eyes snapped to me in an instant.
I’d turned a normal person into a madman; now it was my turn for the arrows to turn back and make me the crazy bitch.
But…
For a popular idol member like Lee Hyun-jun to clear up the misunderstanding, he needed solid proof.
For a no-account civilian like Kim Suhyun, one word was enough.
“Ahaha… Did I take the joke too far?”
“Hey!”
Slap!
“Ow!”
Maho punished me right away, but it ended there.
“Are you insane?”
“Ahaha… Fancy meeting you all here?”
The immediate situation blew over, but it left a lingering question among the people around.
Just how did the two of us know each other?
But whatever… This wasn’t the place for a long chat, and I was dying to get out of there.
I’d seized some control of the mood with that little scene, so I used it right away.
“Then, we’ll be heading out.”
“Uh… Yeah, sure.”
With everyone’s eyes on me, I said that and headed for the elevator. My members followed in a daze, but they still looked like they had a ton of questions.
But honestly, was it that big a deal?
“He’s a friend of Hyun-su’s. No biggie.”
I said it straight out as we left, and they seemed to buy it.
Celebrities knowing each other is common enough.
If I had one celebrity acquaintance, knowing another wasn’t that weird.
“More importantly, pulling a stunt like that there?”
Squeeze.
Anna pinched my cheek.
“Ow…”
“You scared me half to death. I thought he was hitting on you or something.”
“Owow…”
“Suhyun’s definitely a player. I couldn’t even speak when I saw his face.”
As Anna scolded me, Mile’s comment from beside her cracked everyone up.
“Idols really are handsome in person. Right?”
“Yeah, seeing him up close… That proportion…”
“Now I get why they say real-life pics are better.”
With the topic shifting to idols’ real-life looks, I slipped away naturally, and we made it home successfully for some rest.
***
Early morning.
The song was fully complete now, so I got a call from the composer to come to the studio. I threw on some clothes and headed out.
Maybe because the sun hadn’t fully risen? The temperature had dropped so much it felt like winter, and I shivered as I buttoned up my coat and made my way to the studio.
I was starting to feel it as the weather got colder—female Kim Suhyun was a bit sensitive to the cold. Come full winter, would I end up cocooned in blankets at home?
“You’re here?”
“Yeah, it’s freezing out there.”
“Right? It’s brutal. Want something warm?”
“Nah, I’m good. Can I hear the finished track right away?”
“Of course.”
After a brief chat in the composer’s studio, we headed straight to the recording booth to listen to the completed song.
I could’ve used earphones, but I wanted to hear it first in a top-notch setup.
I already knew the lyrics and melody inside out, but hearing the actual track would feel different, right?
I settled comfortably on the recording booth sofa and waited for the composer to play it.
“You seem excited.”
I smiled back at the composer, who chuckled at my eagerness.
“Yeah, I am. Let’s hear it.”
“This is putting some pressure on me. Here we go.”
For someone saying it was pressure, he looked totally relaxed. Having churned out so many hits, his confidence only hyped me up more.
The composer hit play.
The melody I’d heard countless times during recording slowly enveloped my ears.
It kicked off with such rich sound—hard to tell how many instrument layers were in there—and my voice laid in low to open the song.
Low, but not dark at all.
It murmured the lyrics, steadily affirming resolve.
The song progressed.
Sometimes big, sometimes soft.
Freely weaving through the lush, ear-pleasing soundscape, racing toward the highlight.
And then, at some point.
The full-bodied instrumentation faded, and my voice pierced through the stripped-back sound, flipping the mood.
I hadn’t noticed during recording, but hearing it as a track now, even my own voice felt a bit unfamiliar.
Awkward, maybe?
Not the voice itself, but the technique digesting the song.
Who’d hear this and think of Miro?
It was worlds apart from my first cover or the Heavenly Realm’s first or second albums.
I’d tackled a major hurdle, and my skills had leaped forward—I smiled in satisfaction as the song ended. The composer, wearing a similar expression, approached me.
“What do you think of the track?”
“Love it. Even after hearing it nonstop during recording, it still hits.”
Plus, after the composer’s touch, the track version felt even better than what I’d heard in the booth.
“I’m thrilled too. It turned out exactly as I envisioned… no, even better.”
“Must be the amazing vocalist.”
“Hey, don’t puff me up already.”
“You’re the one who gave me wings.”
“Ahaha! Guess I’ll have to give you a slightly worse song next time.”
“You sure? My standards are sky-high now.”
The booth buzzed with a warm vibe.
The work had turned out incredible.
We didn’t know how it’d chart, but at least we collaborators were plenty satisfied with the result.
However…
“We’re planning a release in early next year.”
Satisfaction aside, a song only matters once it’s out in the world.
“Early next year? That’s still a ways off.”
Yeah… By then, the Heavenly Realm Project might even have the 2nd Gen out. Felt kinda distant thinking about it.
“We’re not in a rush, so we’re thinking of taking it slow and planning the release carefully.”
Fair enough—we both had a laid-back vibe, so as long as it dropped well whenever, it was fine.
The song originated from way back anyway.
“So, how’ve you been? Everything going well?”
We shifted to catching up.
Not much to say since my last visit wasn’t long ago… but there was one thing.
“I took that minor movie role from lunch the other day.”
“Really? Congrats. Good experience either way.”
“Right? But the character started out as…”
As we kept chatting, I suddenly recalled first meeting the composer.
He’d seemed stiff when I came for the Heavenly Realm’s first album, but who’d have thought we’d be bantering like this in under a year?
Life’s full of surprises.
“Top star brimming with confidence—fits, but also doesn’t.”
“Right? I was like, what kind of role is this?”
Midway through talking about the role, my eyes caught the monitor up front.
He’d just played the track, so one side still showed the song—with its title displayed.
Branch Point.
I didn’t know how it’d land with others, but for me, it always stirred a strange feeling whenever I saw it. We kept the conversation blooming in one corner of the booth.