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A few days later...
The ASpire Entertainment building stood as elegant as ever, yet that afternoon, a different kind of pulse could be felt even before the doors to the Broadcast Room were opened.
Precisely at six-fifteen, the room had transformed into a hub of activity that left almost no room for silence.
The moment one stepped inside, the atmosphere was immediately consumed by the frantic hustle and bustle of preparations.
Dozens of staff members moved in every direction, their steps swift yet orderly, as if each had memorized their role long ago. There was not a single wasted motion—everything melded together like an orchestra playing a complex composition without the need for a loud baton.
In several corners of the room, massive cameras stood firmly atop their tripods.
Their lenses were aimed with surgical precision; some were positioned to capture wide shots that encompassed the entire space, while others focused on the angles of the sofa and chairs where the members would soon be seated.
Camera operators checked their framing repeatedly, ensuring that every detail fit perfectly within the monitor screens.
Meanwhile, the lighting team was just as occupied. They shifted softboxes, tilted spotlights, and adjusted light intensities with meticulous precision.
A warm glow gradually filled the room, blending with a deliberate touch of drama. In certain corners, soft-beamed LED lights glowed dimly, creating a cozy atmosphere that felt inviting yet remained strictly professional.
Chairs, sofas, and tables had been neatly arranged in the center of the room; not a single piece was placed haphazardly.
On a side table, bottles of mineral water stood in a precise row alongside rundown notes, ready to be consulted at any moment. Everything appeared primed for use, as if waiting for its owners to arrive and breathe full life into the space.
The stage manager stood in the center, his eyes sharp, scrutinizing every detail.
Every now and then, he would crouch down to ensure the small stickers on the floor—the markers for the members' positions—hadn't shifted even a millimeter.
With hand gestures that were firm yet calm, he gave brief instructions to the crew, ensuring that later on, no one would sit in the wrong spot or stray out of the camera frame.
On the other side, the audio engineer paced back and forth, carrying clip-on mics and headphones.
His fingers were deft as they checked cables, plugging and unplugging them, ensuring there would be no cut-outs or even the slightest technical glitch. His face remained composed amidst the crowd, as if the surrounding noise had become a familiar background track to him.
In a corner of the room, the producer stood with a headset pressed to his ear. Occasionally, he spoke briefly into a walkie-talkie, signaling crews at various points.
His gaze never wavered from the large monitor displaying previews from every camera—his eyes scrutinized them one by one, ensuring everything was proceeding exactly as planned.
And while he—the producer—was still immersed in the monitors and the murmurs of his headset, a soft voice suddenly slipped through, clear enough to pierce the focus that had remained unwavering until now.
"Hyung, do you think this show will be a success?"
The tone of that voice—half-hesitant, half-hopeful—hung in the air, enough to make Daniel, the producer, slowly pull his face away from the monitor.
He turned toward Sam—one of the cameramen on duty that day—who was currently twisting the camera lens in his hands. Sam's fingers were deft as he adjusted the lens he held, meticulously checking every detail to ensure perfect focus before the live broadcast began.
"What do you mean by asking that?"
A hint of bewilderment slipped into his words as he leaned his face toward the monitor once more before finally looking back at Sam.
"Why do you sound so hesitant and uninspired?"
"Is it because your body is being a little unfriendly this afternoon from a lack of protein this morning?"
"Or is it because the live schedule was moved up, leaving you no time to enjoy your favorite snack?"
Daniel's tone softened this time, wrapped in a warm jest that seemed to soothe the tense air in the Broadcast Room.
He even managed to nudge Sam's arm casually while sporting a mischievous grin—his signature joke that was usually effective enough to break the ice.
That light touch caused the camera in Sam's hands to wobble, forcing the focus that was nearly perfect to blur once more.
Sam let out a sigh—a breath that carried fragments of annoyance because the lens had to be readjusted, as well as exhaustion from the peculiar shadows that had been spinning incessantly in his mind.
"It's not because I didn't get enough protein this morning, or because I missed my snack, Hyung."
His voice lowered, nearly drowned out by the room's bustle, yet it reached Daniel's ears with clarity.
Daniel raised an eyebrow, a sign that he still hadn't quite caught the thread of the conversation.
"Then what is it?"
"Do you feel unable to finish your work this afternoon and want someone to replace you because you promised your girlfriend a date tonight?"
"Or could it be your beloved cats whining, making you want to head home early just to play with them?"
The question escaped Daniel's lips just like that, sliding out before he could even brake, as if his brain and mouth hadn't reached an agreement first.
Those words made Sam—who was hunched over at eye level with the camera, fingers busy readjusting the lens focus—give a small start. His shoulders tensed instantly; the camera nearly slipped from his grip.
He turned.
Daniel stood a few steps away, his body upright with hands perched on his hips, a casual stance that felt intentionally displayed.
A wide grin spread across his face—a grin that was clearly not innocent, but a teasing one loaded with mockery. His row of white teeth was shown shamelessly, reflecting a satisfied expression that, for some reason, felt incredibly irritating.
"Are you mocking me, Hyung?"
His tone was flat, even hushed.
However, his face told a different story. His brows narrowed, creating a faint crease between them—a clear sign that he was far from okay. He was offended.
"Why would I leave something I love for a girlfriend I don't even have?"
"And my cats… they've memorized when I leave and when I return. They won't whine like you imagine."
This time, his tone was no longer entirely flat.
There was a sliver of cynicism tucked in there, thin yet sharp, mixed with an annoyance he no longer bothered to hide perfectly.
Daniel responded to that small outburst with a light chuckle.
He stepped closer.
His palm landed on Sam's still-hunched shoulder—a brief touch, yet enough to signal his presence. The smile on Daniel's face shifted; this time it was warmer, softer, offering a sense of calm like evening light creeping through the gaps in a curtain.
"Let me guess..."
He paused for a moment, taking a beat before continuing,
"You aren't just worried about whether this show will succeed or not, are you?"
"Perhaps what you're actually anxious about is the possibility that you will be the one to cause a problem? Is that it?"
His tone this time was quiet, nearly a whisper—not out of fear, but out of caution, as if every word were carefully chosen before being released.
Sam's eyes narrowed instantly.
"Now you're actually underestimating me, Hyung?"
"Have you ever seen me make a mistake or mess up my own work?"
"No, right?"
"I wouldn't even dream of doing it, even if one day I felt exhausted or bored."
The words flowed firmly, well-guarded, yet his face held a hardening bitterness.
Even though Daniel had tried to slip in his guess with a quiet, careful tone—as if afraid to offend—Sam's reaction remained irrepressible.
Daniel simply let out a soft sigh—a breath that sounded more resigned than weary.
He was resigned because he still hadn't the slightest clue what was churning inside Sam's mind.
He pulled his hand from Sam's shoulder and readjusted his stance, ensuring his posture remained upright while folding his arms neatly across his chest. His eyes stayed locked on Sam's.
"I didn't mean to underestimate you, or to have you misinterpret my question earlier. I know you're a hardworking perfectionist. That's why, when I intentionally nudged your arm until your camera nearly fell, you immediately flared up and clicked your tongue in annoyance."
"But… as brilliant as you are at your job, as masterful as you are with that camera, you still have a weakness."
"Your weakness is that when we discuss things, you tend to beat around the bush, take offense first, and fail to immediately digest what others are saying. Just like right now—you won't get straight to the point."
He paused for a moment, waiting for Sam's reaction—perhaps a rebuttal, a cynical comment, or the usual pout.
But instead, the opposite happened.
Sam was silent. Still.
There were no words, no movements to signal protest or displeasure. His features shifted; the furrowed brows and the downward curve of his lips slowly eased, replaced by an expression that looked wilted and listless.
"Actually… what is it that you're worried about?" Daniel asked. "Why the sudden question?"
This time, his voice was filled with a gentle curiosity, like a hand slowly touching the water's surface to feel its depth without disturbing a thing.
This time, it was Sam who let out a sigh first.
He pulled his face away from the camera and stood upright. Both hands slipped into the front pocket of his hoodie, as if searching for a grip to keep his thoughts grounded.
His gaze drifted in every direction—to the brisk footsteps of the staff, to the busy movements of hands, to the faces passing by—yet the focus in his eyes remained detached from the crowd, floating in a silent space that only he understood.
"Are they... going to be okay?"
Sam's words made Daniel reflexively raise an eyebrow.
However, Daniel didn't attempt to retort, let alone interrupt. He chose silence, allowing the brief stillness to hang between them.
From the way Sam's lips slightly parted and then closed again, from the breath held for a fraction of a second before finally being released, Daniel knew—Sam wasn't finished yet.
"I mean… even though a few days have passed and social media isn't as chaotic as before, it's not impossible that they're still in shock—or even traumatized, right?"
His voice flowed softly, resembling a murmur that was never truly intended to be heard.
"Especially since they've just debuted as a rookie group after five years of the agency not debuting anyone new."
"They should be feeling happy or proud for passing the grueling selection of that idol survival program—not just because of their talent, but because there are fans supporting and waiting for them."
"But… that incident happened exactly when every plan was perfectly set, and they had to endure hate comments and rumors even before their debut."
His eyes narrowed slightly, not because of the light, but because his mind was suddenly flooded with other visions. His memory drifted backward, dragging him back to the chaos that had occurred a few days ago.
"They're still so young… is it really okay for them to do a live broadcast this soon?"
"Aren't they nervous, anxious, or still in shock?"
"Can they perform as well as they do on stage, capturing the fans' eyes?"
"What if malicious comments appear and make them freeze, forgetting what they wanted to say?"
The questions escaped his lips in a low voice, coming in rapid succession without a chance to be filtered, as if the words were emerging faster than his own thoughts.
Then, while squeezing both hands inside his hoodie, he continued:
"If I were in their position, I'd still be in shock… it might take weeks to get back to normal. But if I just forget or treat the incident as trivial, these thoughts will only keep coming back to that event, over and over again."
He drew a breath, giving space to his own words, then turned toward Daniel.
"That's what's been spinning around in my head this whole time, Hyung."
Daniel chose silence as his answer, letting the words Sam had just spoken settle.
His gaze was flat, staring at Sam, yet it seemed as though half of his mind had drifted far away, leaving the room to feel for the right words to be born.
A few seconds passed in a hanging silence until the corner of his lips lifted slightly—faint at first, then slowly blooming into a warm curve.
He raised one hand and brought it down onto Sam's shoulder, patting it slowly like a soothing rhythm.
"So, not only are you a hard worker and easily offended… but it turns out you also possess that much concern, even for people you've never actually met."
That light, slightly mocking tone made Sam pout his lips and brush Daniel's hand off his shoulder.
"Is there something wrong with that? Isn't caring supposed to apply to more than just the people we already know?"
"Besides, they've become part of ASpire Entertainment—so the 'people you've never met' rule doesn't apply here, Hyung."
His tone shifted, tinged with annoyance and irritation; the voice that was previously light now carried a clear, audible tension.
That reaction made Daniel chuckle softly—not out of mockery, but like a laugh he couldn't hold back, knowing just how easily Sam could be provoked, even by the smallest things.
He folded his arms across his chest again, his eyes remaining fixed on Sam.
"You're right, Sam."
"Nothing you said was wrong—it's a honest and natural admission from someone with empathy as high as yours—"
His words were cut short mid-sentence because his ears suddenly caught something—a sound too familiar to be ignored.
His eyes shifted toward the room's entrance, and Sam's eyes followed suit, tracing the source of those sounds.
As the doors swung open, one by one, the figures appeared at the threshold—Gomsuk, Namsek, Sehan, Oduun, and Bunhang stepped into the room.
The staff, noticing their presence, immediately broke into cheerful smiles—smiles that were sincere, warm, and friendly.
Several greeted them in soft yet welcoming voices, offering simple but meaningful words of congratulations. Often, these words of support made the atmosphere feel lighter before everyone returned to their roles—like a current that had briefly veered off course, only to find its original path once again.
Daniel let the scene sink in for a few seconds before finally speaking.
"It seems you don't need to worry about them, Sam."
"Just look at them. Aren't our stylists so dedicated to their craft that these five young men look nearly flawless? Even the makeup details highlight each of their unique charms."
"And observe their faces. Is there any trace of shock, anxiety, or nervousness? None, right? All that's there are cheerful smiles and the enthusiasm to greet their fans."
He glanced at Sam, who remained silent, and continued,
"And if they do start to get nervous or anxious once the broadcast finally begins..."
He draped an arm around Sam's shoulder. Sam turned with a look of half-surprise and confusion, while Daniel simply smiled.
"...we're going to help them, aren't we? Because like you said, caring isn't just for those we already know, but also for those we are about to know—those who are becoming part of ASpire Entertainment. And that is also the principle and motto of our beloved agency."
Daniel's gaze drifted forward again, watching Gomsuk, Namsek, Sehan, Oduun, and Bunhang as they chatted with the staff.
"I have a good feeling about this: they will surely become a popular group, perhaps even rivaling or surpassing CHASEMINE. And to achieve that, they need the attention and support of everyone in this agency."
He turned to Sam once more.
"Now, how about we go say hello? You're curious, aren't you, about how they're actually doing—unless you see for yourself?"