Chapter 46
I know.
Just how little our girls care about other people—except Min-seo.
Even Gil Min-seo only gets excited and surprised
or acts all hyped up because she’s having fun.
It’s not like she’s genuinely worried or anything.
To exaggerate a little, even if a naked flasher appeared right in front of them and started twerking, they’d say something like this.
‘Hmm. Smaller than Team Leader.’
‘That guy could never be my master.’
‘Eek! A-a flasher! I never thought I’d see one in my life. I guess I’m lucky?’
‘Team Leader. Don’t look at that.’
Those girls had all come together, united in their concern for Kim Gi-bok, who’d come out to greet us.
That was how serious Kim Gi-bok’s condition was.
I was almost wondering if we should forget recording and take him to the hospital right away.
“Those dark circles under your eyes—those aren’t makeup, are they?”
They were hidden by his tattoos, so you’d think they’d be hard to see, if anything.
But the dark circles beneath his eyes were almost as thick as five-layer pork belly.
“Ah. These are real.”
Watching Kim Gi-bok say that as if he were proud of them, I pressed a hand to my forehead.
“If it’s not makeup, that’s even more serious. Composer, are you really okay?”
“Honestly, it’d be a lie to say I’m okay. But I’m fine. Ah. What did I just say? Ah. I’m fine. Yes. I’m perfectly okay.”
Was this guy high?
He didn’t even seem aware of what he was saying.
“Let’s go in.”
“Mm. Yes.”
Well, he said he was fine.
It wasn’t like I could overstep, whack him on the back of the neck, and drag him to the hospital.
Following Kim Gi-bok into the studio, I was surprised all over again.
[Vita699]
[Cold Six]
[Espresso Latte]
How many of these were there?
There were vitamin drinks, energy drinks, and coffee piled up in a corner because he couldn’t fit them all in a bag. There had to be at least twenty of them, and my jaw dropped.
This couldn’t possibly be how much he’d drunk in a single day, could it?
At this rate, he really might die.
“Sorry it’s so messy. I cleaned up when I heard you were coming, but I couldn’t just leave it outside. We’re only allowed to put the trash out in the evening.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about, though. Well, you say you’re fine, Composer.”
“Yes. I really am fine. More importantly...”
The zombie’s eyes, which had looked ready to collapse just moments ago, were now beginning to sparkle.
It felt like I was looking at a little kid, starved for their parents’ praise.
“The song. Did you like it? I finished composing the music and writing the lyrics in two days, but I didn’t just throw it together. I’m not trying to sound conceited, but I think it turned out well. Still, I thought I should hear your opinions. If there’s anything you’d like changed, I’m willing to revise it right here and now.”
Though he sounded a little excited, Kim Gi-bok’s words were steeped in courtesy.
In many ways, he was a composer whose character got a passing grade.
Though it was a little frightening that such a nice composer had those gloomy, lewd tastes buried deep inside him.
“I think it’d be better to hear that from the girls than from me. I imagine you’d want that, too, Composer.”
“I’m fine with hearing it from you, Team Leader.”
“Uh...”
This guy hadn’t secretly made songs like ‘gay love’ behind our backs, had he?
The way he looked at me was far too intense.
“We’ll tell you.”
Seeing that, Hee-ju quickly hid me behind her and spoke up.
Had she instinctively felt that she might lose me?
“Ah. I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I felt it back then, too, but Team Leader Kim Hyun-woo really is amazing. I meant that there’s something special about him in so many ways. Of course, I’d be happy to hear from the girls who’ll actually be singing it, too.”
“R-right? Girls, hurry up and tell him what you thought.”
At my words, Seong Se-ri was the first to speak, followed by the others.
“I thought it’d sell well. For the record, that’s my highest praise. I really love money.”
“There was nothing to change. I’d say it was perfect. I could tell that even while making it in a hurry, you’d carefully worked on and checked every little detail.”
“I liked it.”
“I really loved this song! I want to sing it for the rest of my life. I’m sure other people will love it, too!”
Those were the same glowing reviews we’d already shared among ourselves.
But there was no way Kim Gi-bok had overheard us.
So, to Kim Gi-bok, what the girls were saying now was the first time he’d heard their opinions.
“Um. Composer?”
I asked because I wondered if he’d died standing up.
Kim Gi-bok exhaled loudly a beat later, then managed a smile.
“What a relief. And I’m so happy. Honestly, this is a genre I’ve never tried before, so I wondered if I’d done it well. Hearing you say that makes me so happy.”
“That’s true...”
Honestly, Kim Gi-bok himself must have known he’d only ever made R-rated songs.
But without hesitation, he’d made our girls a song this pure and powerful in just two days.
“What was the reason?”
“They say a composer speaks through their songs. Radiance. Light. That’s exactly what it means. For years, I’ve spent almost all my time going from home to the studio and back again. I’ve hardly ever seen the light. But the moment I saw your girls perform right in front of me, I felt as if my eyes had suddenly opened.”
“……”
“Ah. I wanted to make a song for these people. It’s been a long time since I felt such a powerful urge to compose. I wrote it while thinking of all of you, and the result was Radiance.”
He really was a true composer.
“Honestly, I don’t think I could go back three days and make the exact same song again. In many ways, I think it came together through inspiration, coincidence, and luck. Thank you.”
“No, we’re the ones who should thank you. Thank you for making such a great song. Oh, right. We’ve temporarily decided on a group name. Could you tell us what you think?”
“Of course. I’d be happy to. I’m looking forward to it.”
Seong Se-ri counted one, two, three, and they all greeted him, each making a different kind of heart.
“Hello.”
“We’re Always.”
Kim Gi-bok nodded with a pleased smile.
“It’s cute and nice. And the meaning behind the name is direct enough for everyone to understand. Does it mean something like you’ll always be together?”
“Yes, something like that. It also means we’ll make people think of us all the time.”
“You do have the kind of charm that’s hard to forget after seeing you once. Shall we start recording right away?”
“Yes. Sounds good.”
We’d exchanged enough greetings.
We decided not to waste any time and get started with the recording.
“One moment.”
“Of course, take your time.”
I looked at Kim Gi-bok, wondering what he was up to, and flinched.
Kim Gi-bok had poured an energy drink, coffee, and a vitamin drink all into his tumbler, then nodded with a satisfied expression.
“Um. Composer?”
“Ah, it’s fine. This’ll keep me alive for another twenty-four hours.”
And then he’d die?
That was when it happened.
Seong Se-ri leaned in and whispered to me with a very serious expression.
“Maybe you should feed him Team Leader’s cum? That stuff’s surprisingly good for restoring stamina.”
“Fuck off.”
Since when were we trying to turn this into a sudden BL story?
Even if that guy died, nothing like that was going to happen.
“Darn.”
“Don’t ‘darn’ me. Do your best and finish as quickly as possible so the composer doesn’t die.”
“We always do our best. If only to avoid getting cursed out by Da-young.”
And so the recording began.
Watching the girls from outside the recording booth, I tried to sound like I knew what I was talking about as I looked at the equipment Kim Gi-bok was fiddling with.
“You seem to have really nice equipment.”
“You know about it?”
“Yeah. I’ve been a manager for about three years, so I’ve gone along with the girls to a few recording sessions.”
Usually, recording time varies depending on the song’s length, its technical difficulty, and the abilities of the vocal and music producers.
As far as I remembered, the longest session had taken about seven hours.
And that was when a problem with the recording equipment had caused an hour’s delay.
But...
“Then, let’s begin recording.”
“Yes.”
Eleven hours passed in the blink of an eye.
I’d thought we’d come pretty early in the afternoon.
But it was already so dark that I could hardly tell the studio interior from the outside.
“I think we should revise this part.”
“Let’s record this part one more time.”
“I’m not satisfied with it. Let’s do it just once more.”
It wasn’t only picky Da-young who kept making suggestions.
The same went for Seong Se-ri, who acted like she wasn’t, but was hungrier for success than anyone.
And Gil Min-seo, who seemed a little loose in the screws most of the time, was just as serious about becoming an idol as anyone whenever it was time to work.
Even Eun Hee-ju was being proactive.
“This won’t do.”
It was a truly insane recording session.
Even I, who’d done nothing but pick up hamburgers so we could stave off hunger, was exhausted after eleven hours.
But how tired must Kim Gi-bok be, having to keep using his voice
and make incredibly precise adjustments while listening to them?
It wouldn’t have been strange if someone had collapsed
or said they wanted to give up.
“You all have incredible stamina.”
“Mm. So do you, Composer.”
“The girls haven’t given up. How could the person who made the song give up? We’re all trying to make the best song possible. Still, my throat’s starting to hurt. The group parts especially take a lot of effort.”
The group parts had taken up the most time out of those eleven hours.
Still, we’d invested so much time in them that we were able to finish them first.
And now we were about to start the individual parts.
“One moment.”
Seong Se-ri, who’d seemed like she’d never leave the recording booth, came out first and spoke.
“My solo part is next. Let’s take a short break so everyone can rest.”
“If you’re very tired, we can pick this up tomorrow.”
“No, it’ll only take a moment. Composer, you should close your eyes for a little while, too.”
“Then, all right.”
Seeing Kim Gi-bok cover his eyes with a chick-shaped sleep mask from who-knows-where, Seong Se-ri quickly led me into the room beside the studio.
Then she made a blunt request.
“My throat feels really hot and scratchy, but I don’t think I’ll be able to get the same feeling tomorrow, you know? So hurry up and feed me.”
Feed you what?
I couldn’t even ask.
Because, by now, I’d gotten used to this.
“Even with the composer right next door?”
“It’s fine. The soundproofing’s good in here. And sometimes doing it like this is thrilling, too. I’ll be generous and settle for one in my pussy and two in my mouth today. You want us to record at our best, right, Team Leader? Hurry up and take them off.”
“You do have a point.”
I accepted it and lowered my pants, taking out my dick.
Then the energy returned to Seong Se-ri’s exhausted eyes.
“Phew. That’s the stuff. Sniff. Just smelling this makes all my fatigue disappear. I’ll take a big taste with my mouth first. Slurp. Slurp.”
“You like that, you slut?”
“If I didn’t have this, I’d already have had a shot of soju before recording. Honestly, I like this better than alcohol. That’s why I’m holding on. Hng. Slurp. Ah. The smell of my spit mixed in makes it even stronger. And you’ve been wearing pants all day, Team Leader. It tastes even better.”
“Ah. You fucking bitch. You’re damn good at sucking.”
“Hng. Talk rougher to me. And treat me rougher, too.”
“I’m about to come, so open your throat.”
“Gulp!”
Since she’d asked me to be rougher,
today I really shoved my dick deep into her throat, as if she were about to suffocate.
Even as tears streamed down her face, Seong Se-ri happily took my dick.
“Mmph. Ooh. Gulp. Swallow... 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 butt out behind her.
And while I held her by the waist, I thrust my hips like crazy, pounding my dick into her pussy.
“I hear thumping. Is everything okay?”
At Kim Gi-bok’s question, when I’d thought he’d close his eyes for a little while,
“Hng!”
“Khh!”
Ironically, Seong Se-ri’s pussy clenched even tighter.
“It’s a kind of stretching we do as a team. Don’t worry too much. Please wait. We’ll be done soon.”
“Understood.”
Just as Seong Se-ri had said,
I didn’t even check whether Kim Gi-bok was coming closer or moving away before I started thrusting my dick into her roughly again.
“Hnggg. Hng. Team Leader. This feels so good. Haa. This is really good. Hng.”
While we were recording music in the studio,
the pleasure of having sex in a situation where we might get caught was beyond anything I could imagine.
“Haaaaaah!”
Seong Se-ri’s juices dripped onto the floor.
I came deep inside her.