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Catalyst’s Jace’s pictorial for Vogue Korea’s May 2023 issue.

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26 APRIL — CATALYST have dropped their new Japanese album Piece. Though Catalyst have been active with releases in Japan as of late, Piece is their first Japanese studio album since 2020. The album includes ten total tracks, including five Japanese versions of previously released Catalyst songs.

The album comes in three versions: a regular edition, limited edition A, and limited edition B.

Track List:

Killin’ Me

Shine Forever (Japanese version)

Stuck (Japanese version)

Ready or Not (Japanese version)

Hero (Japanese version)

Spotlight

Aura

Beautiful (Japanese version)

PUZZLE

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27 MARCH — Catalyst have made their comeback with a new mini-album!

Following up after their latest comeback, which was only four months ago, Catalyst has returned with the music video for  EDM dance pop track “Jealousy” and its accompanying mini-album The Connect: Dejavu. The comeback demonstrates the group’s signature intensity and power as they sing and rap about feelings of jealousy.

The Connect: Dejavu includes seven total tracks including “Jealousy”. Catalyst will reportedly perform “Crazy In Love” alongside “Jealousy” for their early music show promotions.

Track List:

Jealousy

Destroyer

Fallin’

Crazy In Love

Lost In The Dream

If Only

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gyujeongfmd​:

he reverts back to the phases of his new years resolution: a warzone on his own dinner table lined up with green glass bottle soldiers and company for one, the shot he downs. blacked out, empty after the second. he can’t imagine jihoon’s really itching for a drink right now during the spring breeze and the warm weather.

gyujeong doesn’t hestitate. just raises his own brows, where he swears he’s not judging — in retrospect, his eyes paint a different story when they’re narrowing over at the other idol. “you’re kidding right? i will never understand why anyone wants to ever drink — that shit tastes so bad, and the day after you feel so sick. then, when you’re actually drunk everything just goes dizzy.” his rant cuts short when he catches himself on the cusp of divulging one too many accounts of recent experiences, and instead, he shuttles his gaze towards the onlookers across the scene.

“i don’t pay attention to gold star, or what anybody does inside of gold star.” a muffled voice, and truth of the matter is: he’s never given a shit in the first place. not now, not ever. and the only morsel of attention he’s forced to give is when his own name starts up on the scheduling boards for each quarter. “but sexy sounds far different than the last time i talked to you — trying to mask the sadness with sex? look at gold star try to stay with the times.”

jihoon is very much in a bitter state and would kill for a glass of whiskey. or soju. or tequila. anything really, because the water bottle in his hand wasn't doing it. he needed something bitter, but he knew he had to wait. it was almost over, yeah? so he could handle an hour or two before heading home and calling a day before waking up for another day of work. for once, he isn't indifferent when it came to working.

"you drink too much if that's how you wake up." jihoon says looking at gyujeong in the same way he was being looked at, brow raised and expression skeptical. "i want to get drunk where everything is hazy and my head swims just enough to feel it when i close my eyes. i have dance practice in the morning, i don't plan on doing it next to the trashbin." the younger explains with a shrug, unsure what exactly the other was on about.

"damn, wish i could do that as well." he says, a bit sarcastic a bit true, he's sick and tired of seeing his name on the board along with whatever catalyst was up to. a break would be much appreciated but alas. "sexy is pretty fucking different from what i feel, you got that one right." jihoon agrees, lowers his voice to a grumble as he brings the bottle of water to his lips and takes a sip "i haven't been given the details, but they want to ride whatever high i got from my solo debut and catalyst's releases, and every bone in my body is begging me to have a full eight hours of sleep at least once a week." a sigh follows, foot tapping impatiently onto the floor "don't think covering sadness with sex is something that would work, not for me at least."

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minjungfmd​:

it’s always her.

all fingers pointed in the room, and her fingers dipped in red. caught in black, broad day light stares. except, this time — the tides change and there’s only other person in the room, jihoon. a friendship that becomes marred, and the only person to blame — it’s always her.

“calm down.” becomes the only thing her voice can mutter out, guided by the stares she swears this becomes another press replay of their last encounter.

she’s ready to rip a sharpened tongue, words ready to spill straight from the frustration and pang in her gut she feels from losing her friend. yet, it’s the one word, you, that ceases it all. suddenly, everything feels like a cruel joke, and the weight of bearing guilt only becomes heavier with each words that pierces her cloud of ignorance she’s been holding onto for months.

“that can’t be the truth.” first falls denial, when she diverts her gaze to somewhere across the scene, her voice shaky. she can’t look him in the eyes, no. not when the red on her hand becomes engrained, and guilt entraps every biting word she tossed his way. “you know me better than most people — years we’ve been good friends. you’ve seen me fall through the same patterns, fuck things up with people and then repeat the same cycle. yet, why would you be so stupid to let yourself like someone like me?” self-depreciation spits out like instinct, and she learns from years of experience, she’s engrained to love heartbreak — not become the source of cause.

everything fleeting, and the details of their conversation feels like it’s dissipating in the second when she finally looks up to see jihoon. “jihoon — in your own words, you were fucking stupid. you know me too well to think i could find a happy ending, nonetheless, with someone like you.”

jihoon does not want to calm down, because he simply stopped caring about the outcome of whatever situation they are in right now. yes, his manager will probably scold him for the first time ever, and he has seen him scold other members, but as of now, minjung wanted to know. so he told her.

and he watched, the realization sink in and the pang in his chest doesn't seem to really subdue. funny. he parts his lips to speak, but gets cut off so he gives up after the first try. the hand on his chest finds its way to the pocket of his dress trousers and his shoulders finally relax. he hears the words, doesn't exactly register them. jihoon is pretty aware there was no going back or forward with this situation. "i hope knowing makes you at ease now." he's sarcastic, but there is nothing else to say.

a small part of him expected some sort of comfort or understanding from minjung's side, but he gets called fucking stupid back. which, fair enough. he was. hearing it from someone else, doesn't sit as right with him as he is used to. maybe he was pretty human deep down, despite all the hate he gets from anty's for breathing on some days. "i wasn't looking for a happy ending, i never said that. you keep putting words in my mouth and i don't appreciate that, minjung." he's already taking a step back, eyes wondering around the room just in case anyone was giving them looks, but from what he can tell, everyone else was too busy to care.

"i said i was happy i finally liked someone. sorry, it had to be you. sorry i wasn't able to be a fucking robot for once." he takes a second one, distancing them from each other, a bit more, making it obvious he was ending the conversation soon. minjung got whatever reason she wanted out of him, there was nothing more he could add. and being belittled wasn't on his agenda today.

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despite jihoon's monotone styling and taste, his apartment was pretty filled with colour. he had plenty of decorations, plenty of plants, statement pieces of furniture. he likes to think that the industrial style of the flat really helps. the brick don't exactly collide with the other parts of the flat, he liked it. however, he always thinks about the fact that all flats look empty and depressing as fuck before someone moves in. which is exactly what he sees ticking behind yerin's eyes.

he doesn't say much, answers whenever he is questions as he rocks on his feet in the middle of the flat, waiting for his friend to figure out if this was it or not. he didn't really get to choose his flat, if he had to be honest, his parents send him the key in the mail with a letter saying 'from mum&dad' and the address written on it. so he took what he was given and to his surprise, his parents had landed a perfect fit for his taste. he had plenty of rooms, and space and the fact that it was a two story open space loft was insane. he fell in love with it. definitely messaged his parents a thank you.

he's dragged away from his thoughts as yerin speaks, brow raised as he looks at her "all empty flats feel not warm." he reminds her, because they are sterile, cleaned perfectly. "especially ones that have primary monochrome colours." he explains, glancing at the walls and everything else that lacked colour "you can always chuck the couch out and get a bright neon pink one, that would add some character." he jokes, smile  tugging on his lips despite the mask covering half his face, it reaches his eyes. "if that's what you want. i moved out the day we were allowed, because i was sure my groupmates hated my guts for keeping them awake at night and waking them up at unholy hours of the morning." he says with a shrug 

"but yes, you should be proud and happy that you have made it. however, if you don't like this one, we have like what, four more you said?"

home(sick) — it ached to grow up. it hurt to be. it was tiring to exist.  (alternatively: she had a thing for liminal spaces. because to be somewhere and yet not quite there said something about her entire existence, both then & now. ) 

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“adulting is hard,” her confession echoes. a revelation yerin did not want to have in an empty apartment with a real estate agent on a call just outside the entryway. she makes it anyway, knowing the sentiment isn’t lost in the slump of her shoulders and the tired sigh muffled behind her mask. with her hands clasped behind her back, she rocks back and forth on her heels as she tilts her head to the left, then to the right, casting her gaze lazily along the blank off-white walls.

“it’s missing a little something.” she muses, spinning on the tips of her toes, pins her lament on the state of the art stovetop and stainless steel appliances. the cupboards are bare, void of half-used spices and rustic cookware. the flooring is pristine and sparkling, waxed within an inch of its life. the island made of granite and cold to the touch; her finger even comes away dust-free. she nods absently at a checkmark she makes on her mental list of things to inspect at an apartment tour. her feet brings her to the sink and the tap spurts crystal clear running water. she’s relieved to find that hot means hot and cold means cold, saving herself from a war flashback of her childhood tragedies. “is it just me? it doesn’t feel…” a finger taps at her chin, trying to pinpoint this feeling of disappointment to a word that embodies how lackluster this place is. “warm?”

leaning against the counter, yerin rests her elbows at her sides, her gaze now centered on the companion she’d dragged along with her on a mission to find the perfect apartment to call hers. “am i being picky? should i just settle and be happy that i’ve made it — that i can now live alone in a place of my own?”

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minjungfmd​:

turmoil falls, and like all the things she’s read inside novels written for the past — all good things come to an end.

the friendship she knows slowly becomes dissipated, sanded down by the gritty words tossed to her. but she’s learned better than to put on a show for the cameras and eyes, spotlighting their gazes at the scene. instead, she smiles, looks upward to meet jihoon’s own eyes dead-on. “i didn’t know we were having a scene. if i did, i would’ve spoken louder, maybe had an iced coffee in my hand or even better — a pound of kimchi so i could slap you with it like all the good day time dramas.” her voice is quietly spoken, and words only mask the pang of hurt when she feels like she’s losing a friend in the process.

after all, it’s just another understanding that everything’s transient. and nothing ever forges itself in permanency — least not remotely close to anything she knows.

she pulls herself together, wielding together a faux confidence in straightened shoulders and a huffed out breath. and if she were lucky, maybe, she’d coax herself into believing this was just an awry dream.

but her fingers tug at the extra fabric of her pants, and the pinch reminds her there’s nothing more bitter than the taste of reality sitting pretty. so, she looks back upward, smile softening. “you’ve been tired in the past, but this is the first you’ve said you’re tired of me being up your ass.” latter remarks highlighted with her air quotations, but her voice steadies. “you won’t have coffee with me. you won’t have lunch with me, and you won’t be in the same recording studio as me — i’m losing a friend, and i’m lost in translation. so, are you going to tell me how i’ve lost a friend or are you jumping to the ending and showing me the end result?”

"you're causing a scene." jihoon corrects, because he wasn't the one who approached. he wasn't the one who struck a conversation. it was all minjung's doing, not letting him breathe and exist in peace. all he wanted was peace, but that was never an option. she was persistent and he was tired. to the point where he really couldn't keep up the front. the disinterested, stoic one he has always been so good.

he's tired, so fucking tired. minjung doesn't get the hint. any single time, he's giving a clue, it's fallen on deaf ears. he doesn't want to be bothered, by anyone especially her. but her words hurt, the point where he has to purse his lips and look up to the ceiling, compose himself. "wanna know? i'll tell you, sure." jihoon finally speaks, finally cracks mentally before he cracks physically. he doesn't think it would take long. no one really knows the reason behind his solo debut album, not even his manager or his members, no one. he kept the one main reason he was writing down his thought to himself.

"you know how i never told you, who the tell me album was about?" he pauses, gives her just a second to rewind "you. i wrote it, because of you. happy?" he asks, he feels his voice shake a bit, but not with anger. he hates speaking his thoughts, those that he is worried that once he says them out loud, they are real. as real can get. "i wrote it, because i started liking you. i wrote as a way to get it out of my system. maybe i would have told you, while i was still happy as happy can fucking get that i actually had a fucking crush for once-" he speeds up, but his words don't seem to be meshing up, no slurring. maybe being a rapper has its privileges. "i saw you leave with juyeon at the base awards, that hurt me, and-" he has to breath, he forces himself to breath, a hand on his chest, just to make sure the breath is as deep as he can muster it. because it hurts, physically it hurts keeping calm. "and i was fucking stupid to even think, after so many years of seeing you two, anything would have changed.” he pats his chest a few times, a bit grounding, a bit too much force maybe ”i was so- fucking- stupid." a breath, a shaky one "that i thought i had a chance." he finishes, shoulder finally straightening and his gaze finally focusing on minjung's own.

"so no, i don't look happy today."

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MINGYU for MEN Noblesse, March 2023

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jihoon would rather be everywhere but here. his mood was already sour as sour as he can get, he could feel that there was a vibe omitting of him that really kept everyone at a distance. which was great. no one to bother him as he vibed on his own, phone in hand and scrolling aimlessly through whatever app managed to give him a small hit of dopamine.

he does notice someone linger close to him, but he doesn't look up, maybe if he stays quiet they will leave. but then an awfully familiar. so he looks up at gyujeong with a raised brow. "hey." he calls back. unsure where this conversation was going to go. however, when the other continues to speak it makes jihoon roll his eyes "i wish i was drunk right about now." he explains, but puts his phone away, turning to face his senior.

"did you not hear? gold star are in talks with themselves for a summer comeback for me. something sexy i heard." it makes him shudder a bit, nose scrunching. "i'm still writing my sad songs, you should drop by and see what a sad fuck i am." jihoon keeps his voice lower, but can’t help to chuckle, its dry.

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it’s a near riot outside, and he can already feel the tensions of the cameras creeping over him. it’s straight day light, but they feel like the shadows that never dissipate when he takes one step forward, sneaks a peak behind him, only to confirm his suspicions right.

get used to it, right? that’s what they tell you when you step foot into show biz.

yet, it never gets easier and he feels himself tighten up with each step, sliding out his phone only to realize — the ending doesn’t near, and he’s still short a few hours before he gets the nod to jet-straight to the studio. so, he manages. finds a familiar face in the sea of a stray crowd before taking the bread of silence as cue to strike up conversation — either way, he drowns. 

“hey.” he calls out to jihoon, recalling traces of their last bump-in filled with nothing short of peculiar requests. “you still in need of sad songs, or were you just drunk then?” the latter suggestion’s false, but he’s no madman to resurrect something if it’s already buried six feet deep. so, instead, chung gyujeong stays put — both hands in his pockets, shifting inside the silence as he glances over towards his own company member, no expectations in sight.

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fmdyerin​:

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“do you want to talk about it?” she hedges with an edge of calm that is both tender and deliberate, wanting to gauge jihoon’s tolerance: are you drowning yet? can you still breathe? sheets rustle as yerin flips onto her side, her phone tucked between a pillow and her ear. “did something happen?”

asking for help wasn't in jihoon's dictionary. it's very foreign, this specific midnight call with yerin. usually, he would call just to ask her something stupid, because they both don't really get the best sleep. different reasons, never really discussed. however, this was different. this was where jihoon either broke his own character and asked for help, or hung up. pretty drastic results from a single phonecall.

there is one quick glance at his reflection in the broken mirror and he has to look away, turns around almost stumbles over his own two feet. he feels pretty pitiful, when yerin tells him it's okay. it's not okay, this wasn't okay. his fucking world was crashing right in front of him, and he knows he is being dramatic when he thinks that.

what even is he supposed to say? can he just hang up the phone? why did he even call her at the first place?

his knuckle's hurt a tad too much to consider hanging up, but they are a wake up call to say the least.

he hears the shuffling from her side and understands, he needs to speak up. he doesn't trust his voice "i fucking punched the mirror-" jihoon cuts to the chase, gaze moving from the wall of his bathroom to his shaking hand. he is sure the one holding his phone is doing pretty much the same but he is ever so slightly scared to confirm it. his voice doesn't sound any better, it's probably even worse than his hands but he can't tell. unfortunately, he catches on the fact that he is crying, the tears sting and they roll down his face. another sob follows, mixed with some swearing even he can't really tell. he reaches with his free hand, wipes away his cheeks in the hopes he doesn't get blood on them, but he doubts he was successful.

"it's really late, i'm r-really sorry i don't know-" it's new, to stutter like that, mind racing a million miles per second. it's the stutter that forces him to inhale, but he thinks its closer to a wheeze than an inhale. this is bad. really bad. bad. bad. bad. "i'm a mess right now-"

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minjungfmd​:

“you look happy today.”

it serves as an understatement to mend any of the fragility — the thin ice they tread on. slowly, it’s a crippling feeling of having the fragments resurface, and the uncertainty of what comes next falling into line. friendships become murky territory, clouded by the bitter aftermath of their last conversations with no resolve.

so, she breaks the ice the only way she can. a cheap evoke of sarcasm in those four words, a contrast to how she’s painted him in her mind last.

but that’s okay, they’re forced to play nice anyways. shrouded in the field of cameras, a field-day for the basic onlooker crafting details to the figments of their imagination in this star-studded event. she pays no attention, uses it as a tool instead. no way out, she quirks her head, pulls her grin a bit higher — irony that she’s choosing to have this conversation here than anywhere else. “too bad, i don’t have your manager’s number. and i don’t think that’d be a very good look to ask for your manager’s number — who knows, the public might paint me in darker shades of red.” it’s a lie because experience has only made that thick skin of hers thicker.

and now, the only thing that rests is the roll of her eyes signaling to cut the rough edges of in-between line reading. “you’re being rude again, and i don’t know if this is a new you or if you’re just deciding to put up a front, but no harm here.” she raises her two hands in the air, a subtle step back as if she’s raising her own hypothetical white flag. “now, are you going to let me know if this is the new you and you’ve finally hit your teenage rebellion phase? or are you actually going to tell me the reason why you’re choosing to be a dick lately.”

four words were four more than needed for get jihoon defensive. 

if anything, he has been on edge for plenty of months now and the fact that he did his very best to avoid any and all interaction with minjung was in vain. she cornered him in a public setting and now he had to suffer the consequences. being passive aggressive was pretty much all he could muster now.

"really? want me to call him over right now? i'm sure he will be thrilled to be lectured about my attitude." jihoon's even more sarcastic than before as he looks around in actual hopes to find daehyun and call him over, leave him to talk with minjung while he dips somewhere no one can bother him. he isn't a fan of conflict, but the other seemed to be keen on why he was being the way he is. he is tired, that's a given, gold star has been absolutely demolishing catalyst with promotions and schedules. at her following words, jihoon thinks if he rolled his eyes ever so slightly harder, they would pop right out of his head. so he has to compse himself, head falling back, almost hitting it into the wall as he stares at the ceiling. his hands are in the pockets of his trousers and they are in fists. his knuckles hurt, but thats fine. a bit grounding even.

he drops his head back down, slightly tilted to the side as he watches minjung and something definitely shifts in his posture. his shoulders relax, so do his hands as he takes them out of his pockets, crosses his arms over his chest. "i'm tired." he says in the most sincere voice he can pull "i am really fucking tired of you being up my ass." he says through gritted teeth. there is a change in his voice, but no change in his posture. if minjung wanted to know, he was going to tell her. get her off his back. because being defensive in such a situation, being pestered by the person who broke his heart is really the last thing anyone would want. he wonders if minjung knew, would she back off?

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❝ people that soaks into heart what kind of person am i? am i a good person? or a bad person? @minjungfmd

​jihoon feels like he is holding onto every single thread of sanity he has left. he feels like a little kid being scolded, for something he isn't entirely aware of. he understands where minjung is coming from. he was a dick last time they spoke, but he was honest, as honest as he could be to salvage some of their friendship. if anything, jihoon thinks he did really good, compared to any previous discourses he's had, he is impressed that minjung had the guts to approach him in a public setting.

let alone to call him out for being as friendly and cheery as ever. maybe if she looked a bit fucking deeper, she would notice that wasn't the case. maybe he should have bared his teeth more, scared her off and make her leave him to wallow in self pity. just like she did about juyeon, maybe even worse than that.. oh, it was definitely worse than that. they've had plenty of friendly interactions through the event, he was being as civil as civil could get. so he doesn't understand why minjung expect him to tear into her in a public setting with cameras and people lingering at every corner?

he is chewing on his lips as he listens to her, eyes scanning the perimeter every few seconds because he feels the need to get out. he doesn't care how disrespectful it is, he wants out.

"if you would like to lecture me on being civil in a public setting, pass the feedback onto my manager." jihoon finally spits out, after noticing the silence between them had gotten ever so slightly suffocating. "or maybe, you should take a hint and act the same, stop harassing me in public about doing my job at keeping our images in tact." the words come in the same tone and urgency, a bit through gritted teeth because the male thinks he might explode if minjung pushed anymore. asked anymore.

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miraefmd​:

her attempt at spoiling her juniors with the authority of a senior bringing them a feast against their manager’s wishes seems to have mostly failed, but she doesn’t let that dampen her warm demeanor. she doubts they’ll be able to eat everything she’s brought between the two of them when she’d been expecting five members and several staff members to feed — she doesn’t have the biggest appetite and jace is only one person with one stomach, even if his is gigantic.

nonetheless she holds out her arms when he offers, signaling that she’d appreciate it if he’d take a couple of the bags that are leaving red marks on her forearms from the journey from the restaurant into the gold star building. 

“there’s a little bit of practically everything in here, so take your pick. one of the receptionists told me you guys were here, so i bought enough for a small army… which leaves us as an army of two.” she shifts the bags on her arms so that she can open one and look into it to check which dishes are in it. “you didn’t want to leave with everyone else?”

he's quick to get the heavy bags off her hands, careful to not spill anything or shove it about. they are heavy, they don't only look it, but he handles them with surprising ease as he moves to one of the few tables shoved in the corner of the room. "an army of two is better than an army of one." jihoon says, placing the bags on the table.

"everyone was here, including a manager or two, but we were all getting tired so called it quits earlier." he explains, peaking into a bag or two out of curiosity to see what mirae had got them. "i can always give them a ring, i'm sure they wouldn't say not to a treat." the younger suggests, gaze lifting up to look at the other. he says that, he isn't sure if it would be the food and drinks or out of respect to their senior.

a small nod of his head is the initial answer to her question, that he didn't want to leave. "i've not been spending a lot of time dancing, since the studio was booked for a little longer, i thought i would use it to my advantage." half lie, half truth. jihoon had really blurred the lines between being honest and just not speaking.

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solo related jihoon’s recording for god’s menu date: january 2023 song choice: god;s menu word count: 482 notes: 

they are informed about their upcoming comeback and get dragged, like always to  hear the demo. if there was one thing jihoon learned over the years, it was to just expect absolutely anything when it came to catalyst's music. they have done plenty of concepts and a lot of genres, so he has just learned to accept his fate at this point.

however, he is pleasantly surprised when he hears what gold star has in store for them. it's different than their past few comebacks, maybe closest to dramarama? close to fighter maybe, but also so different. it manages to peak his interest, really, he can't help but listen to it and actually... bop his head? it feels new, honestly, as if their company suddenly had a change in heart with the songs they were giving catalyst and decided to crank it up a notch?

and crank it up a notch they did, jihoon was 100% sure once he was looking at the lyrics sheet handed to him when he walked in to record his part of the song. he is pretty sure his eyes are deceiving him, or at least trying to as he sees his name in bold right above part of the bridge.

"am i singing?" he asks, out of curiosity, more than anything because he wasn't the producer to tell him, no of course not.

"you're an idol jihoon, you do everything." the producer replies and jihoon uses quite a lot of his will to not make a face. he lets go a bit, nose scrunched. maybe he really shouldn't have sang for his solo debut, as much as he did. however, he didn't say much as he shuffled into the recording booth, getting himself comfortable. his eyes are pretty much glued to the lyrics sheet, eyeing how much he had to rap. it seemed like a lot while looking at it like this, just for the recording. he couldn't imagine himself rapping all of this, singing and dancing.. god knew how hard that dance was going to be, the song itself was difficult. so many syllables, so much going on.

"you're gonna do fine, after all, you sang quite a lot for your solo debut." the sentence almost makes jihoon shudder, he had no getting out of this. the producer probably sensed that, since the idol could hear his laugh through the speakers. he was definitely in for a long run today. "we will start from the top tho, so, you know, verse one." the producer explains and jihoon agrees quietly into the mic, eyes glued to the sheet of words.

he isn't nervous per say, he is just sure he has dug himself a hole overall, allowing gold star to push him around more than he would like, but when hasn't their company pushed their idol's buttons? so with a deep breath, relaxed shoulder, jihoon get's into character.

"you can play the track."

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