Translator: MarcTempest
Editor: Rxel
Chapter 287
“Okay, good job everyone!”
“Thank you for your hard work!”
They finished shooting the music video for Nine smoothly.
Of course, it wasn’t completely over.
They still had to shoot on location in Busan to create a cyberpunk vibe with neon signs, and they also had some scenes left to film in an empty subway and station.
What they shot today was the set shooting for the CG effects.
They would have to wait for the post-production to see the actual results, but Woojoo had a very good feeling about it.
“Hmm, this music video...” Junghyun said with a serious expression, “I have no idea how it’s going to turn out.”
“It’s going to be a hit!”
“Junghyun Hyung said he doesn’t know. Our music video is going to be a huge success this time.”
The villain of intuition said, and they forgot their fatigue and jumped around.
The music video production team asked them why that was a good sign, and they explained the situation to them.
“Oh, it’s a total flop then?”
“No, it’s not. I have a good feeling about it.”
Junghyun tried to protest with his eyes wide open, but they shook their heads.
Then they asked him.
“Junghyun, what do you think the weather is like outside right now? Tell us your intuition.”
“It feels like it’s going to be very nice.”
“...”
Woojoo turned his head and asked, “Did we bring umbrellas?”
“No, we didn’t. It was sunny when we came. The weather forecast said it was going to be nice today.”
While they were murmuring, the assistant director laughed and said that didn’t make sense.
Then he went outside the building to check the weather and came back.
He looked like a piece of wood that had been drowned and rescued.
“Huff... Huff...” The staff who was soaked in water said, “It’s raining like crazy. I didn’t even go out, but I got wet like this by the wind.”
“...”
“What kind of shower is this...”
At that, the music video director opened his eyes wide and said, “Oh...”
He was from the US and he said he didn’t believe in superstitions.
As they said ‘See?’, the music video production team started to take out their wallets.
“I bought this lottery ticket, can you take a look?”
“This guy is the one who wants to marry my sister, what do you think of his face? I don’t have a good feeling about it.”
“I bought this today, do you think it will go up to the limit?”
They looked like people who were in front of a shaman, asking with reverence.
They laughed and said, “We tried it too, but we shouldn’t be greedy.”
“We lost 20 lottery tickets.”
They had a bad intention of ‘Let’s move to a new place with the lottery winnings!’ and tried it before, but they failed.
They all chuckled and laughed when they told them their stories.
While the rain was pounding the building outside, they were all stuck in the set because of the sudden shower.
The director said to watch the footage again.
“Junghyun said this music video is going to be good, right?”
“Yes.”
“But we think so too. There’s something about this.”
The footage played again.
Every time Woojoo danced, something flashed behind him, and the younger ones slapped their cheeks at that part.
The director pointed to the green screen for the CG and said, “This part will have the city background synthesized. It will look something like this with the references.”
Various images popped up on the screen.
Blue and purple neon lights made the city look somewhat mysterious.
They opened their eyes wide and exclaimed, “It’s going to be really pretty when it’s synthesized.”
“It’s not just pretty, it’s amazing.” The director smiled. “It’s going to be a great shot. Your dance and song also match the near-future atmosphere very well.”
“Really?”
“Trust me. I’ve been shooting music videos for 10 years.”
They exchanged excited glances with each other at the expert’s affirmation.
The company people behind them also nodded their heads as they looked at them standing in front of the green screen and the cyberpunk background.
The director laughed and asked, “Do you have fans abroad too?”
“Yes, we do.”
“They’ll love this music video. North America and Europe really like this kind of image.”
“...Really?”
They all looked at each other, but they were all Koreans who had lived in Korea.
They watched the footage and said ‘wow’ at the expected quality, but they weren’t sure if there was anything special that would appeal more to the foreign fans.
They just took his word for it, since he had lived abroad.
“We appreciate the foreign fans, but we’d prefer it if you could make it feel more like something the Korean fans would like, Director.”
“That’s my top priority, of course.”
Seokhwan Hyung smiled and said that, and they smiled and replied.
As they continued the conversation about the music video, they kept watching it over and over.
They were looking for any areas that needed improvement.
They followed the video along, drawing the content in their heads and comparing it to what was written in the script.
“Hmm...”
It looked like it would be really cool when the images were added, as the director said.
But it felt a bit bland.
It was flashy from start to finish, like a hundred out of a hundred.
It would be stimulating at first and make them go ‘ooh’, but they had some doubts about whether it would have enough momentum to explode until the third verse.
It wasn’t bad to leave it as it was, but it felt flashy and yet bland.
Maybe it was because the same background was repeated.
It would be nice if something else was added.
They were chatting with each other for a while, discussing that part.
Then they heard the rain outside.
‘This is it!’
‘That’s it.’
They all smiled brightly as if a light bulb had turned on.
They quickly agreed on their opinion and approached the director to cautiously suggest it.
“Director.”
“...Yeah?”
“Here, what if we get wet in the rain?”
“Oh.”
The director clicked his mouse a few times with a curious look on his face and asked them which point they meant.
They pointed to a part of the script.
The director, who had been tapping the table, opened his eyes wide.
“...That’s not bad?”
“That’s good, right?”
“No, that’s not just good, that’s a great idea.”
They smiled brightly at the director’s answer.
Then they smiled at each other, as if to praise each other for coming up with such an idea.
It was a brilliant idea, even if they said so themselves.
Busan.
A water truck was spraying rain in a quiet alley with neon signs.
Swoosh.
As the scene was controlled, passers-by stopped and watched with curiosity.
‘Are they filming a movie? There are so many cameras.’
‘It looks like it’s really raining when they do that.’
‘Who is it? Which celebrity is here?’
They wanted to watch, but the filming was taking place deep in the alley, and the staff were blocking the outside.
They could only see the busy movement of the jib camera from afar.
‘Who is it?’
‘Oh, they’re coming out.’
The only thing that could hurt Junghyun was spoiled food like old kimbap.
Bijoo said, “It has to be really spoiled, though. Hyung.”
“Really?”
“You can’t knock him down with anything. At school, when everyone else was suffering from food poisoning, he was alone at the cafeteria, singing lalala.”
“Not lalala.” Junghyun objected. “Lala.”
“No. It was closer to lalala.”
“Lala.”
“Lalala.”
Woojoo didn’t know what the difference was between the two, but he felt them clash with each other in body and words and lay down in the middle of the sofa.
Woojoo pushed away the two youngest blanket monsters and they rolled on the floor.
Today was Sunday.
They finished the Busan location shooting yesterday and had a day off.
Maybe it was because they got a lot of rain, but they felt a slight fever in their bodies.
They all put a cooling sheet on their foreheads and went to work, saying they were fine, but the trainer who saw their condition told them to go back.
They were supposed to rest for the day, so they ended up rolling around in the dorm.
Woojoo fixed the TV channel to TBC and fiddled with his phone.
-Continuing the trend? “New Black” comeback in early September, concert at the end of August
-New Black, first solo concert at the handball stadium
-New Black returns with mini album ‘Neon Black’... “Expectations high”
Woojoo didn’t know if it was because the company’s PR Team had sprinkled a lot of press releases, or because their popularity had increased.
There were a lot of articles.
It felt like hundreds of them with almost the same title.
The articles about their fourth album, and their third mini album, ‘Neon Black’, were copied and pasted.
Neon was an element that was named after the Greek word ‘neos’, which meant ‘new’ in English.
In other words, it was New Black.
Woojoo smiled as he saw the Soufflés leaving comments like ‘New Black fighting!’ on every article with high views.
He was about to open the camera app to take a selfie for the fan cafe later.
“...”
He turned it off.
His hair was a mess.
It looked great when the hair stylists did their magic, but in its natural state, it was like a bunch of gray straw.
Woojoo let out a sad laugh as he touched his dry and gray hair.
“What are you looking at?”
“Our article.”
“Oh.”
The youngest one leaned in and started tapping on the article as if it was his own phone.
“Hey, we have a Men Go article too.”
“Yeah.”
It was an article that said ‘New Black, who appeared on Men Go, will make a comeback soon’.
There were a lot of comments, but Woojoo didn’t click on them. Sometimes he got hurt by reading the comments on entertainment-related articles.
“Let’s watch this later after the broadcast.”
“Okay.”
It was almost time for the broadcast to start anyway.
Today was the day when the first episode of ‘Men on a Mission – Police Special Forces Special’ that Woojoo and Junghyun appeared on was aired.
He hoped that he wouldn’t look too weird on the screen.
The screen flashed.
Han Taehyun [I’m on Happy Together, can’t watch the broadcast]
Han Taehyun [I’ll watch it on vodᄏᄏ]
Woojoo [Go on tour]
Han Taehyun [I can’t miss you rolling around ~.~]
Han Taehyun [I’m going to watch it with Hanbin]
Woojoo [Go abroad forever like a ghost ship]
Woojoo sent him a picture of a ghost ship and a squid captain from a pirate movie and said ‘You’, and he replied with a fierce message.
Woojoo [By the way]
Woojoo [I strongly recommended you to the PD to call you again]
Han Taehyun [Hey]
He started to send Woojoo angry messages with the newly released New Black emoticons.
They chatted while the opening of ‘Men on a Mission’ with a chaotic army vibe was playing.
He got a lot of messages from his acquaintances because he had a Men Go broadcast ahead of him.
Eunsung [Sergeant~]
Eunsung [ᄏᄏI heard you’re on the army show again]
Eunsung [Is that true~?]
Woojoo [You should practice more instead of wasting time]
Woojoo [Your mind is not right]
Eunsung [I have no schedule because of the rumorsᅲ]
Woojoo paused his finger. What should he reply to him?
...Then he had a good idea.
Woojoo [You’ll have one soon]
Eunsung [?]
Woojoo [Soon... a schedule for you will come]
Woojoo [Only for you...]
He omitted the part where he said the PD would cast a spell on him, and he went crazy asking Woojoo what it was.
He didn’t bother to answer.
He would find out when he watched the broadcast. Whatever.
Woojoo put away his phone after briefly replying to the messages from here and there.
He grabbed a boiled sweet potato each with his brothers and looked at the TV.
“Ah, I’m hungry.”
“Why are there so many food commercials? I get angry every time I see people eating delicious food.”
“This is not a sweet potato. It’s a potato.”
They shivered as they watched the chicken and pizza commercials on TV.
“...Huh?”
Something unexpected came on.
“It’s us.”
“It’s us.”
An Olive House commercial was playing.
The mouth-watering visual of the steak.
It was a scene where Bijoo stabbed the steak with a fork and took a bite, enjoying the aroma.
As Bijoo on the screen went ‘Mmm~’, their eyes narrowed.
“...”
“...”
Bijoo, who was unfairly blamed, said with a resentful expression, “It’s not my fault. That’s me on TV.”
“...”
Soon, the scene of the New Black mini-mes eating cutely while saying ‘Meat!’ came on.
Finally, New Black, wearing uniforms and lifting pills, said ‘Come to Olive House!’.
“Really mean.”
“I want to hit them.”
“It’s not too late. Jiho, raise your hand and hit them.”
While they were looking at their past selves with resentment, another ad came on.
“...It’s us again?”
There were two in one time slot.
It seemed like the advertiser had picked this time because New Black was in it, but this time it was a lens ad.
The contrast between the campus life with bright smiles and the blanket ghosts eating sweet potatoes on TV.
“This time they’re eating cafeteria food.”
“That looks delicious. Cafeteria food...”
“That was good.”
They were eating the boiled sweet potatoes gloomily while watching the five college students concept of them eating the cafeteria food heartily.
“Oh, it’s starting. It’s starting.”
The screen went off and the main broadcast of ‘Men Go’ began.