Boy group: In order to survive, I have to open business

There is a frosted glass door between Kim Seung-hyuk's terrace and backyard. Ten-year-old Kim Seung-hyuk knelt there, watching the last ray of light disappear. When he looked up at the sky, he saw only large flakes of snow.

All middle-class families have a similar template. The father is busy with work and does not participate in the child's education at all. In contrast, the mother will manage everything for the child and set rules for everything at home. Kim Seung-hyuk has two piano lessons every weekend. The only use of piano lessons is for parents to show off to outsiders.

His mother could make any rules temporarily. If he made a mistake, he would be beaten, so being beaten and scolded was common. Today, his mother pushed him down and beat him. Kim Seung Hyuk's head hit the floor. He wanted to say that he was hurt and cried because he was wronged, but his mother just said, "Don't act in front of me!"

The mother locked herself in the room, and the world became quiet again.

Kim Seung-hyuk began to imagine that he was not at home, but somewhere else in the world. When the pain gradually became less severe, he turned over and looked at the snowflakes outside the window. It seemed that the heavy snow would never stop.

"I was beaten at home and bullied by older boys at school," Kim Seung-hyuk said. "I was so used to being beaten that I could only cry at home."

Xia Xinglang touched his head.

"Winter in London is very gloomy and there is no sunshine," Kim Seung-hyuk told him, "Summer is not so bad. Every year, our family goes to the suburbs to watch the Derby, not football, but horse racing. They always talk about how beautiful thoroughbred horses are."

"I was still in elementary school in London at that time," Jin Chengxie was confused. "I returned to China in middle school. Donghao's family was similar to mine, but his mother was very gentle and patient. We had the same piano teacher. Every time the teacher let me play first, then Donghao. I told you about this before. Every time we had class, parents would watch from the sidelines."

Xia Xinglang remembered that it was April last year when the two of them were trapped alone in the mountains.

"If I played wrong, my mother would scold me along with the teacher," Kim Seung-hyeok said. "I could never get positive feedback when playing the piano. I changed many teachers afterwards. One of them said he was the seventh generation disciple of Beethoven, that is, the student of the student of Beethoven's student, and it has been passed down from generation to generation. Anyway, saying seven generations sounds intimidating, but he taught very well."

Xia Xinglang patiently listened to Jin Chengxie talking about his own things and never interrupted. Maybe Jin Chengxie himself found it boring, so he changed the subject: "Actually, I don't like piano. I prefer percussion instruments, such as drums."

After this, Kim Seung Hyuk talked a lot about his childhood, and how rebellion often ended in failure, until his family divorced.

"My dad suspected that I was not his biological child, and we had a big fight," Kim Seung Hyuk said self-deprecatingly, "Because he was very suspicious, everyone said that I looked like my mother, not him. Later, we did a paternity test and it was confirmed that we were father and child. When we divorced, I asked who I should live with, and of course I would not live with a control freak, so I chose my dad, but the result was not that good."

Xia Xinglang seemed to see that there was a child crying loudly deep in Jin Chengxie's heart.

"It's snowing again soon," Xia Xinglang suddenly thought of Kim Seung Hyuk last year, when he ran out to record the sound of the snow melting. Was he in a bad mood at the time? "Will he be depressed again?"

"I don't know." Kim Seung Hyuk was confused. He didn't know what to do. "If I were 18 again, I might not participate in the talent show, but study hard and go to college like Si Yu. Then, I might play in a band with my friends in my free time, and enter my twenties like this."

"Is that okay?"

Kim Seung Hyuk couldn’t answer: “I’m thinking about the parallel world.”

"Then let's write it down like this," Xia Xinglang said, "We in another time and space, write down what will happen in the parallel time and space into a song, will we meet again?"

Kim Seung-hyuk was inspired, jumped off the bed and opened the software on his computer. Xia Xinglang stopped disturbing him and saw Kim Seung-hyuk's focused expression and gently closed the door.

The next day, Kim Seung-hyuk confidently announced that he had written a new song. It had the same name as David Bowie's song from his Ziggy Star Dust period. It was poetic and imaginative, "Moon Age Day Dream". This song was completely opposite to their group name and debut song. The group name was The Sun, their debut song was Midnight, and this song was about the Moon and Daydream.

The demo song was ready. It was a gentle melody, different from their previous styles. It used organ, saxophone, and soft trumpet, all of which wove into a beautiful dream of teenage years.

Kim Seung Hyuk was very proud: "I have thought of the story for the whole album."

Cha Jae-hun couldn't believe that Kim Seung-hyuk had changed so much in just one day: "Xiaolang, what happened last night?"

"A miracle happened again last night." Xia Xinglang said, "It's okay, this is a good thing."

The miracle of last night obviously cannot continue to this day. When they practiced dancing, they did not rehearse the dance for the previous "Doomsday". They just sang in front of the microphone. This time, they planned to enter softly and fade out heavily to create a contrast. But is this a transformation? It can only be called a subversion. There is no further evolution in concept.

Kim Seung-hyeok did better than the day before, but Ha Seong-lang felt it could be even better.

"How about it? Is it good enough?" Kim Seung-hyuk asked him as if to take credit.

Xia Xinglang said to him the same words he had used on Yin Donghao before: "Seunghyup, you are the most gorgeous, idol-like, and powerful person I have ever seen."

Kim Seung-hyuk was still waiting for his praise and almost wagged his tail.

"But I think it can be even better," Xia Xinglang tried to hypnotize him, "I've seen your old practice room videos, and he had a lot of aura, but now it doesn't seem to be that strong."

Kim Seung-hyuk asked him where he saw it, and Xia Xinglang found a video of Kim Seung-hyuk learning to dance in a dance studio when he was fifteen or sixteen years old. The picture quality was blurry and touching, but one could feel the vigorous and flamboyant vitality from Seung-hyuk, making it impossible to take your eyes off him.

"Does that mean I'm bad now?" Kim Seung Hyuk seemed hurt, "I've regressed."

Xia Xinglang showed him the comments below, many of which were messages left under the video during the period when he debuted through talent shows or after his debut. Many people said that Seung Hyuk was a natural idol, a natural idol, and that he was like a big star at such a young age.

"so what?"

"Seung Hyeop, I always thought you were the ace, the all-rounder in the team," Xia Xinglang could guarantee this, "but all along, Seung Hyeop has been lacking something. When you were the captain in JP1, you had to worry about many things and couldn't be the center of the stage. Now that you are not the captain, you have no worries and are retreating. You can't retreat at this time."

"What do you want?" Kim Seung-hyuk kept asking him.

Xia Xinglang said: "Brave."

Kim Seung Hyuk was thinking over his words.

Xia Xinglang continued to induce him: "Brother Chengxie, what do you think is the bravest thing you have ever done?"

Kim Seung Hyuk didn’t think for long: “Betraying Dong Hao with you and escaping here is the bravest thing I have ever done.”

"Have you ever regretted it?"

"Not yet," Kim Seung Hyuk thought for a moment, "I don't need to regret it."

"Then just keep going without any regrets."