Poten

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“Min-ho! ”

Yoon Lee Seol, who was walking around in front of the classroom with a guitar, just found Minho coming up the stairs and ran quickly.

“Flowers are gathering in the club room. It's behind the music room, but Jinkyu has to go first.... ”

“Wait a minute.”

Minho grabbed Yoon Lee Seul's arm and dragged him back into the classroom.

“Why?”

“After school activities are between 4: 00 and 6: 00, right? ”

“Yes.”

“Let's practice from 5: 00. I need to work on my choreography first. ”

“Have you decided on a song for tomorrow? ”

“I just thought of a song. ”

Yoon Iseol looked surprised at Minho's next words.

“Can I do that? ”

“It has meaning. It's gonna be okay.”

“I need to get a sense of it. Can you sing it for me for a second? ”

Minho took out his cell phone and turned on the voice recording app. I was going to go to ONCE quickly with the recorded song in Yoon Yi Seul's voice. Anyway, to get her attention tomorrow, I had to arrange for the song to make her signature come alive.

“Heave-ho.”

Yoon Lee Seol sat on his desk and put the guitar on his knee. After fitting the code, Minho met his eyes. Her smiling face was always filled with excitement just before singing.

“I'll do it.”

Soon, her clear voice curled up in the classroom. The students who were passing through the hallway for supplementary classes stopped and turned their heads.

Minho was surprised at how good it was to just hear her voice.

‘Obviously, Lee must speak with music. ’

In 40 minutes.

Minho got out of the taxi and crossed through the front gate.

Work within ONCE was easier than I thought. The musical notes of the instruments that were imbued with Yoon Yi Seul's voice were now stored in my head by the ring that had become a 3 minute time to hear and remember.

‘Our Lee Seol, is just going to be baking tomorrow. ’

I whistled and entered the secondary building where the music room was, and I just ran into two of the cast members of the other class who had just walked out of the art room.

“Minho.”

Actor Lim Kwang-Gyu was covered in colorful paint on his face. The anarchist Kim Dong-ju's face was clean, so Min-ho looked at the two of them with a look of what was going on.

Lim Kwang-Gyu scratched his head and said.

“Don't be surprised. I was betting on someone to evaluate the painting. Those art department kids are cruel. I don't know art.”

“It's objective, sir. ”

“Dude, you got it for sexy drawings. ”

“Supposed to? Sneak a taste. ”

The two of them seemed familiar, even as they had assigned half of their close friends to the battle. It wasn't enough to recite the gospel in three months of talent, but Minho knew that even though it wasn't that big a deal, the situation that looked fun would always be on the air.

“Minho, take a look. Who drew better. ”

VJ's camera was also turned on, so I could not refuse the request of Im Kwang Kyu. I followed them, thinking that the rehearsal time was still about 20 minutes away and Minho would be fine for a while.

Among the drawings on one side to dry the paint, there was a canvas with two people's names on it. Im Kwang-Gyu is a landscape painting, and Kim Dong-joo is a portrait painting.

“What do you think?”

“I……. ”

Minho slowly looked at the painting with the eyes of two people.

I drew quite well because I chose the art department as an after-school activity, but Kim Dong-joo, who drew definitely a good-looking girl idol, was interested.

“Here you go. Sorry I'm a man. ”

Im Kwang-Gyu's degrading expression and Kim Dong-ju's joyful expression were captured on VJ's camera.

“Dong-joo, you bet one more time. This time I shoot children's tastes too. ”

“It's not shooting. It's shooting, sir. You're just gonna shoot me if I ask you to get anything? ”

“Anyway!"

Thick Im Kwang-Gyu headed to the bathroom to remove the paint. Minho suddenly realized that he was smiling together in a natural fight.

Today, Jinkyu and herself have hardly shown such harmony. Jinkyu, who strangely burns the rival consciousness, listened closely to who did better throughout the course and even during gym.

‘Let's start looking familiar from now on. ’

While Minho was thinking about it, Kim Dong-joo, who received a signal from the writer outside the camera, remained looking at the two dry pictures in the corner.

“Huh? Minho and Jinkyu's paintings, too? I think they were in the third class. Wow, that's a good drawing. ”

A painting of Jinkyu, who was also complimented by her art teacher. Kim Dong-joo admired the painting of students in caricature format. He then turned his eyes to Minho's landscape painting.

“What is it, Minho? Your painting is very photolithographic. There's no point in pulling the trigger. ”

“Is that so?"

Minho smiled beautifully, thinking of her, a bikini that was coated with so much hostility.

Glug.

Im Gwang-Gyu came to me after washing his face.

“What? What are you talking about? Have you seen my boobs?”

“I painted in art class three and a half, sir. ”

“Let's see. ”

Im Kwang-Gyu looked at the painting and opened his mouth.

“Hey, Dongju. I came to the art department for nothing. You draw better than we do. ”

He popped his face full of moisture, and a drop of water popped onto Minho's painting. There were transparent stains everywhere because the coating had not been sprayed yet.

“Oops, sorry! ”

“Brother! Clean it from the outside! ”

Kim Dong-joo raised his voice to the reflective apology of Im Kwang-Gyu, who was surprised.

“Clumsy. What should I do?”

Minho waved his hand to Im, Kwang-Gyu, who wanted to enter the rat hole. It was a painting that couldn't get much attention anyway, so it was better to go quietly.

“I like that it feels like it's raining. I think the point is alive. ”

“Ha, Minho. Thank you for saying that. ”

Suddenly, it seemed like the incident was going well. However, Minho stopped looking at the picture.

Overlayed areas.

Only the drops of water that touched it did not melt the paint. Although it was natural to use opaque oil paint instead of the dye of orientation for painting, the rectangular marks of the rain came back to life.

“Huh? What are you doing here? ”

Im Kwang-Gyu also looked at it and touched it as if it was strange.

“Minho, I have to paint this new one. I didn't get enough paint... Huh? ”

He touches his fingernails, and one of the painted parts drips away helplessly. Min-ho, who was thinking of excuses, changed his complexion because of the sudden peeling of the paint as if he were scraping away the lottery ticket.

Tuck.

The luscious bosom of the European beauty that had been hidden behind the coat was revealed. Minho became stiff like the Agrippa statue.

“ ……. ”

The grey paint that I borrowed from the student next door touched Minho's head. The painting was done using the same method that the noble men of old used to capture the painting, not the painting. But in the same way, the materials were all the same.

“Wow, what is this? You see how my arm gives me the creeps? ”

As soon as I saw her breasts, I turned my eyes and scratched off the rest of Im Gwang-Gyu. The calibration landscape of Minho, which seemed lonely, showed its value in the appearance of a bikini model that just jumped off the beach.

“Wow! Min-ho, you're a real man! ”

Kim Dong-joo, who was watching next to him, cheered with a pair of thumbs. Students from the art department who were sitting far away flocked to Minho's painting.

‘Khh……. ’

Minho just lowers his head and clears his throat.

In a camouflage band booth.

Jinkyu, who was sitting in front of the drum, deafened the cheers heard in the classroom next door.

“Oh, these are my brothers. ”

I saw a picture of Im Kwang-Gyu and Kim Dong-ju earlier. That was not even Kang Min-ho's painting, who had received a worse rating than her painting in art class.

‘That bikini girl was a shame. ’

I keep thinking of the impressive body that moderately adjusted the profound proportion of the protruding breasts and women, and I turn my head to the left and to the right.

Now was not the time to think differently. I said I didn't want to lose to Kang Minho, but that was years ago. Nowadays, the machine itself gives good beats, so I haven't hit it at all, so I'm quite rusty.

Jinkyu sighed deeply as she watched the rehearsal time of the song. I have been trying hard since 4: 00 to save my senses, but I could not be noticed by Kang Minho, not the usual producer.

“Did I say I shouldn't? ”

I searched during my break. Kang Minho's four-season band drummer was Fletcher Kim, a ‘crazy beat’ who claimed to be within three fingers in the country.

I regretted whether the grip on the drumstick should continue. The comfort was that the hard drummer himself was quite cool, and that all the members of the florist's band had a crush on him.

Jinkyu also looked at VJ, who was closely filming his sweaty practice.

Im Kwang-Gyu and Kim Dong-ju went to the art department. Yang Se-ho and Hwang Ji-hoon went to the painting panel. Among the three after-school activities, it was sufficiently clear that this was the hottest part, with the main PD and the heavenly host behind the camera.

‘Yes. Let's settle this today. ’

Rapper, this is a great opportunity for smart people to show off their new look.

Glug.

The door was opened and Minho came in.

“Brother!"

Yoon Lee Seol, who was bouncing the guitar from one side, came quickly.

“You've waited a long time, haven't you? ”

“No, I've been busy chatting with my subordinates for a long time. ”

Four members of the florist band, consisting entirely of female students, greeted Minho.

“It's her, Jinhee, Hye-rim, right? ”

She remembered her name at lunch, so Minho greeted Jinkyu daily.

“Jinkyu, Thori. I like to organize quietly. ”

“Done. Did you pick the song? ”

“That felt good to hear. ”

Jinkyu lowered her sweaty drumstick and looked at Minho with her eyes, "Let's see what you can do." I certainly did not forget to straighten my lower back as if I had never practiced at all.

Why are you sweating so much? ”

“Me?”

Jinkyu cooled off the sweat on his forehead using a hand brush.

“Whew, it's still hot in October. Don't you have air conditioning? Or should I put a Savvy on it? ”

Fortunately, Minho embarked on setting up the speakers and microphones to practice.

Minho shouted after confirming that it was 5 o'clock.

“Let's practice! ”

* Splash * * Splash *

In the middle of a soft beat, Yoon Yi-seul's guitar put a rhythm to the feel of jazz. Minho stared at the drumstick of Jinkyu while standing around in the middle of the poor, and stopped playing with his hands raised.

“Jinkyu, I'm sorry, but I need you to beat a little faster. ”

“Like this?"

Jinkyu performed an 8-bit rhythm by herself. Minho, who was listening, shook his head.

“It's not my beat. Let's do it again. Five, six... End! ”

I only said one word to the signal, but Minho's face darkened.

“It's a little slow now. ”

“What kind of beat is that? ”

Minho clapped his hands and looked at the beat. Following the sound of 'mate’, Jinkyu struck two more words. Min Ho, who heard it, shook his head unknowingly.

“Sorry, Jinkyu. Let's get on with it.”

Minho, who remembered very accurately the beats on the drums heard at ONCE, realized that the drummer Fletcher Kim of the four-season band who lightly listened to his demands was a great man.

“Hey, Minho. Are you trying to get in the way of that? ”

“No, Jinkyu, if you're 16, you're 17. Let's start with the holistic practice of fitting this. I was too sensitive. ”

“Be precise. ”

My confident cue is not a glamorous performance skill, and I just couldn't get over it when I was pointed out that speed is subtly different. This was also my pride as a rapper.

Round and round.

Jinkyu started playing drums on her own. In that sharp atmosphere, I only noticed the flowers and Yoon Iseol.

Minho sighed for a short time, watching the remaining 30 minutes of practice until 6: 00.

"I don't know. If we're going to be sure, we have to be thorough. ’

Minho stood next to the drum in Jinkyu.

“Come on, Jinkyu! One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four! ”

Min Ho guides the rhythm with his hands. Jinkyu desperately played the drum against it. The more I did, the louder Minho's voice shouted with his mouth.

Thud, thud, thud!

The sweat on Jinkyu's forehead falls straight over Snare. The perspiration bubbles bounced off as they danced in response to the vibrations on the surface were captured evenly in the camera of the VJ filming the two of you.

“Enough.”

At Minho's words, Jinkyu's movements, which were immersed in drum beats, stopped. Jinkyu, who is still breathing heavily, asks.

“How was it?”

“Perfect. I can practice with this beat. ”

“Really?"

“What are you? That's how it works."

“Phew.”

Jinkyu smiled at Minho's compliment. It doesn't feel that painful, even though I saw the clutches on the drumstick.

“It's a rapper's cue when you beat it. Isn't that right, Sena? Keep an eye on it, and next time it's on you. ”

The band member Choi Sang-na, who was still young and practicing, shrugged her shoulders and turning the drumstick, smiled deeply.

One writer told the celestial PD who was watching the exercise in the background,

“I feel like there's no other kind of enthusiasm in this duo because it's just young people. Jinkyu's attitude to participate in the class, and her ability to demonstrate in each class. ”

“Yes. Kang Minho is already doing it for the third time, but he looks different from other celebrities every time he comes out. ”

“That's right. It was a great idea today, wasn't it? Mr. Thousand PD, you must serve as the next must-have talent. ”

“I'm still in touch with my boss. ”

The cloth PD smiled satisfactorily as it monitored the ongoing exercise.