Chapter 65: Pretty Sharp, Huh?
“……How is it?”
“Let’s shoot a spy film today.”
It wasn’t a complicated plan.
The core was to enter Sierra without catching the audience’s eyes!
“Hyung’s role is important. Do you think you can handle it? This is acting in its own way, you know?”
After hearing the plan, Yoon Seonghan flared his nostrils.
Taeyoon, this guy.
Not only could he write great songs and DJ well, but he was also kind of the intelligent type, wasn’t he?
Yoon Seonghan clenched his fists and replied.
“I used to be an aspiring actor.”
“……Sorry? Ah?”
“What’s with that expression when you look at my face?”
“Well, these days, it’s the age of individuality, right? I think you’d suit the comic relief role.”
“Oh, thank you so much.”
Taeyoon grinned playfully.
While Yoon Seonghan sohow looked uneasy.
The car carrying these two, each with different thoughts, slowly sped down a dark alley.
The atmosphere in front of Club Sierra had changed recently.
“Are they giving away sothing for free here?”
“Isn’t this a club? A place to dance.”
Today, people were lined up all the way to the roadside.
The staff shouted, “Please stand to one side!” while trying to organize the line, but it was no use.
Starting with the regular patrons who had always co to Sierra.
People trying to film Blackhole with their smartphones.
And YouTubers desperate to uncover his identity to rake in views.
It didn’t look like there was any way to get through.
In this situation, getting out on the street and walking toward the back door?
That was the sa as shouting, “I’m Blackhole!” in an advertisent.
But then, at that mont—
“Huh? It’s Blackhole!”
Soone suddenly yelled.
Wait. What?
Really? Blackhole?
Hundreds of eyes all turned at once.
Necks craned forward, phones shot up.
“Is it really?”
“Wooooah!”
“Where? Where? Over there?”
“Is it that person?”
“Blackhole is tall though.”
The crowd beca even more chaotic.
“Ah, what? I don’t think that’s him.”
“Was that a joke?”
“Who plays such an unfunny prank?”
Murmurs of discontent spread here and there.
As expected.
Not even an ant was passing by, let alone Blackhole.
Then soone shouted again.
“Over there! Don’t you see? Hmm? Maybe not? Whatever.”
Another false alarm.
Everyone pouted with disappointed faces.
So scratched their heads and began to turn away.
“Ah, I thought I’d see Blackhole’s face.”
“But even if Blackhole really ca, who would know what he looks like?”
“No one here would.”
“Maybe he’s already inside?”
“Do you think we’ll even get in today?”
At that mont.
When the instigator of the commotion, Yoon Seonghan, gave a discreet signal—
Soone dashed off like the wind and slipped in through the back door.
The waiting crowd’s eyes widened.
“Huh? What was that just now?”
“Wait, wasn’t that toward the back door?”
“No, probably a staff mber.”
This… actually worked?
Yoon Seonghan smirked slightly.
Mission, clear!
“It was really crazy outside.”
“Do you think Rackhole can’t get in?”
“Taeyoon must have been flustered.”
It was just as chaotic in the staff waiting room.
“It’s going to be hard to get here through that crowd.”
“Does he even eat properly?”
The staff kept glancing toward the entrance.
It had always been a relaxed space.
But these days, it was different.
Ever since Taeyoon started DJing for UTAR—
Club Sierra had been a battlefield every day.
Although the commotion was a bit tiring…
“Still, isn’t it kind of fun?”
“Yeah, why does my chest swell whenever I hear people outside talking about Seo Rabbit?”
“My friends who know I work here are going wild too.”
“Taeyoon is really admirable. And to think he still cos here to perform.”
Their shoulders lifted with pride, as if it were their own achievent.
In here, there wasn’t a single person who didn’t know that Taeyoon was Blackhole, and also UTAR’s rabbit DJ.
Even so, this secret had never leaked outside the club.
Knowing a secret was quite a thrilling thing.
Everyone was unknowingly enjoying this covert ga.
“He’s a bit late today.”
“There’s still so ti before the performance though…”
While they exchanged worried glances—
The staff waiting room door swung open, and Taeyoon appeared.
“Good afternoon! It’s a beautiful night!”
“Huh? Rackhole’s here.”
All the staff stood up from their seats.
Then they ford a circle around Taeyoon, carefully inspecting his appearance.
“Hmmm……”
Face check—okay.
Outfit check—okay.
After confirming he was safe, they each voiced their concerns.
“Be careful.”
“Soone might rip off your mask.”
“Nothing happened, right?”
“Taeyoon-ah, make sure you eat. No matter what, you’ve got to eat well.”
Despite their worries—
Taeyoon just shrugged as if it were nothing.
“It’s chaos out there. How did you get in?”
Taeyoon casually turned his head to glance toward the back door.
The faint noise from outside could be heard.
“I just ran in secretly.”
“That must bother you.”
“They’ll get over it soon.”
“I saw so reporters too.”
“People get worked up fast and cool down just as fast.”
What’s with him, so nonchalant?
Everyone’s faces clearly said that.
“Be careful so they don’t pull off your mask.”
Sipping on his iced chocolate, Taeyoon muttered,
“Wouldn’t it be fine if I just be a little more careful?”
“You have no idea. The more extre ones wouldn’t just rip off your mask, they’d rip off your skin.”
“Eh?”
Taeyoon made a comical face.
It was a simple thought—since he had managed so far, he could keep managing.
It’s not like he’d be doing UTAR activities forever.
Two more months and it would be over.
By then, the DJ craze would settle down too.
“Oh right, Jaehun-hyung was looking for you.”
Lim Jaehun.
A sound engineer.
At night he worked at the club, and during the day at KIM Entertainnt.
“Why Jaehun-hyung?”
“To check the setlist.”
“Ah, yes. Give a sec, I’ll go get ready.”
As Taeyoon moved right away, the voices of the staff carried behind him.
“He really has nerves of steel.”
“Told you, Taeyoon doesn’t care.”
“That’s what makes him Blackhole.”
“Did you watch ShowMuse? Man… He was even better on TV.”
“If it were , I’d be so nervous I’d pee myself.”
“Huuuhhh.”
I took a deep breath.
My heart was pounding like crazy.
I pretended like it was nothing—no one noticed, right?
The power of a music broadcast was intense.
I had expected a broadcast appearance offer.
But apparently there were already CF proposals coming in too.
That aside—
Seeing the crowd gathered in front of Sierra made my head spin.
Only one hour remained until tonight’s performance.
I was about to go et the engineer hyung—
When a long arm wrapped around my shoulder.
It was Seonghan-hyung.
Even as he patted my shoulder, his eyes never left his phone.
“What are you looking at?”
“This. Hey, this person’s sharp. Look.”
“Oh, is that Beat Lupin?”
“You know them?”
“I’ve seen them often.”
It was a YouTube video.
[ Five Reasons Seo Rabbit is Blackhole ]
[ @Beat Lupin ]
Beat Lupin.
A fairly famous music YouTuber.
A phantom thief concept, uncovering the secrets of music—hence “Lupin” in the nickna.
There’s a rumor they’re an active engineer.
“Title’s interesting.”
“Want to watch?”
I took the smartphone.
On the left—Blackhole, on the right—Seo Rabbit.
They’d even done proper video editing for a serious analysis.
It was a short-form video, but the views had already surpassed a million.
“They made it look pretty cool.”
“If you ask , the real thing’s better.”
Oh? So this is what I look like.
They’d compiled habits of mine I didn’t even know I had and compared them.
Looking at it like this—they’re pretty sharp.
“Fun?”
“Yes, so this is what I do.”
It was fun. I kept watching.
Seeing the analysis, even I’d believe it.
Especially the repeated behaviors I had on stage.
Anyone could tell it was the sa person.
For example, raising my hand slightly right before the beat drop.
Or the way I moved to the rhythm when operating DJ equipnt.
And when I was imrsed in the performance, slightly bending my waist and tilting my head to the left.
While I studied the video intently, Seonghan-hyung asked,
“How is it?”
“What is?”
“Soone’s dissected you down to the last detail.”
“This is fun though?”
And that wasn’t all.
Another video even analyzed my music production style.
It wasn’t like those people who spouted obvious stuff just to bait clicks.
Chord progressions aside—
The way I used basslines.
They could tell that too?
“Even a pro’s shown up.”
“Isn’t this person a famous composer?”
A famous composer had even co forward, claiming there was a 99% chance Seo Rabbit and Blackhole were the sa person.
I carefully opened the comnts section.
↳ This is a dead giveaway ㄷㄷ
↳ Even the fingers look similar?
↳ Could be a coincidence though?
↳ DJs all look the sa anyway.
↳ Who even cares about Blackhole, you nerd.
The reactions were all over the place.
No wonder the situation had gotten so interesting.
So that’s why there were so many people now.
“What are you gonna do?”
“Well, I’ll just do what I always do.”
“Oh, confidence?”
“Not really… Even if I denied it now, nothing would change, right?”
It’s not like I’m so superstar.
It’d be ridiculous to refute every claim, and once UTAR’s activities were over, it’d naturally die down.
DJing was a subculture after all.
I figured it was just a passing fad.
“You think so?”
But Seonghan-hyung seed to think differently.
“You have no idea how many offers are pouring in, do you?”
“For ?”
“Yeah. Other DJs are getting attention thanks to you too.”
That made feel a bit proud.
People still saw us as musicians who lurked in the shadows.
Clubs operating only at night didn’t help.
And the mont you associated it with alcohol, the stigma was unavoidable.
“I don’t know about anything else, but it’s really great that DJs are getting attention.”
At my words, Seonghan-hyung patted my back hard.
“It’s not just attention. The culture itself could change.”
“I really hope so.”
Then he lowered his voice.
“I heard another entertainnt company is teaching DJing to their trainees.”
“Oh…”
“They say they’re combing through clubs looking for DJs too.”
“Is that a reliable story?”
“Have you ever seen lie?”
Now that was good news.
I’d heard capital investnt was essential for cultural developnt.
Who said that? My hyung did.
Anyway, the fact that a big agency was paying attention to DJs—definitely a good thing.
“This is really great.”
“Yeah, let’s talk more when it’s light out.”
As I chatted with Seonghan-hyung—
The engineer hyung ca rushing over.
Right, he’d been looking for .
But I’d lost track of ti since Seonghan-hyung showed up.
“Oh, hyung. Hello. Rackhole, let’s get ready. We’re going with the setlist as-is, right?”
“Ah, yes!”
I nodded and was about to follow the engineer hyung—
When Seonghan-hyung gripped my shoulder and said,
“Don’t be too nervous. Just do what you always do. As you always do.”
I gave him a small smile to say “Don’t worry,” and started walking.
The closer I got to the DJ booth, the faster my heart raced.
I took a deep breath and thought it over.
Just do it the way I always do.
I tried to steady myself, but my fingertips were slightly cold.
But the mont the beat dropped, all anxiety vanished.
Doom, doom, doom—
As the heavy kick thumped, the floor shook like it had been waiting for it.
The cheers of the crowd washed over .
I steadied my breath and placed both hands on the equipnt.
The rumors swirling around.
The expectations of the gathered crowd.
For this mont, I forgot them all.
“Hold the beat!”
The bass exploded.
In that instant, the movents of the audience synced perfectly with the rhythm.
Ah, yes.
This was where I belonged.
I enjoyed the performance today just like always.
At least, I thought I did.
No, really, I did.
I didn’t care about so YouTuber’s analysis.
But then, why—
[ (BEST) Blackhole’s freaking cute lololol ]
Ah lolol guess they saw Beat Lupin’s video? Today’s performance was hilarious lolol had to make a gif right away.
↳ lmao why’s he moving so awkwardly
↳ Is he a robot lolol
↳ What’s with not bending his back at all during the performance
↳ At this point, he’s basically admitting he’s Seo Rabbit, right?
…Was this really the kind of post that made it to the music community’s best board?
[Han Yujin: Writer Seo!!! How many bodies do you have!!?]
Looks like the rumor’s spreading everywhere.
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