The number one playboy on the Peninsula!

Chapter 114 Behind the Scenes
That night, JYP quietly released a behind-the-scenes production of Bombardment Meteor's first album "Fireworks are eternal" on its official website, titled "Bombardment Meteor Sunburned by Moonlight."

When many fans saw the words "album highlights", their faces showed some surprise, followed by twisted anger.

"Fuck JYP! What the hell? Why don't you promote behind-the-scenes footage? Isn't that what you three love to do?"

"Ah! I'm really impressed! Park Jin-young, are you trying to ruin Gong Sung oppa? Twice's comeback in the middle of the month, and you bastards started promoting it two months ago! The behind-the-scenes footage of Bombardment Meteor, if you hadn't released it, I'd have thought it didn't exist! You bastard!"

"Can you please just go to hell, Park Jin-young? Oppa is also caught up in this plagiarism scandal! You guys are so stupid! You only jumped out after they clarified the matter? And now you're not promoting the behind-the-scenes footage either?"

No matter how much you curse or criticize, you still have to watch it.

As the behind-the-scenes footage loaded, Gong Cheng's figure slowly appeared on the screen. The post-production editor thoughtfully marked the shooting time, July 12, in the upper left corner.

"This is the first time I've seen Oppa in private. He's completely makeup-free. It feels like he looks no different from when he's on stage during his music shows."

"Is he a new fan? Oppa rarely wears makeup, so he has to leave some space for other artists! (puffing out his chest)
"Ah! Why is that bastard Park Jin-young here? Just seeing him makes me want to throw up! Sitting next to Oppa, he really won't want to commit suicide, right?"

In the president's office, Gong Cheng, wearing a loose white T-shirt, stood by the window like a boy next door. He raised his hand and pulled the curtains, and the overwhelming shouting and cursing from downstairs slipped in through the cracks in the window.

The shaky camera followed his gaze, looking down. Beneath a building where dozens of people gathered, a white banner with bright red paint read, "Death to Tarot! Get Out of the Peninsula!", standing out from the crowd.

Angry and distorted faces holding loudspeakers and shouting...

"Huh? Brother, don't record these." Gong Cheng noticed what the camera was filming, and he smiled and covered the camera with his hand.

Seeing this, many Arcanas were silenced by the suffocating, oppressive atmosphere. Their hearts suddenly tightened, as if being squeezed by the hands covering the camera. Oppa was already so sad, yet he still had to consider the feelings of his fans. They didn't know whether to be moved or cry, but at that moment, they clearly hoped he would be... a little more selfish...

"Just do as you say, Xiaocheng. The name Bombardment Meteor is quite good." Park Jin Young sorted out the plan for Bombardment Meteor's debut and slowly pushed it across the table.

The camera also gives a close-up of the business plan here. The words "Bombardment Meteor" look a little ordinary on the white paper.

"Brother, what do you think will happen if Bombardment Meteor fails this time?" Gong Cheng asked casually after signing his name.

"It's very stressful, isn't it?" Peninsula's Leo, his face sullen, his hands folded in front of his chin, answered irrelevantly. Those eyes, which had witnessed so many children walk from the practice room to the big stage, stared intently at Gong Cheng.

"Alright..." Gong Cheng wanted to say it was okay, but he opened his mouth and smiled helplessly, he really couldn't say it.

"I think we can use 'Blood, Sweat and Tears' as a pre-release song and include it on the album when it's released. Also, the MV for 'Fake Love' is of utmost importance to me. Here's what I'm thinking..."

Watching the two people on the screen answering each other irrelevant questions, Akanas felt a pang of frustration. At that time, even if they were just fans, they would be hounded and abused by fans of other artists on major online forums, and they were no different from rats crossing the street.

"How can Oppa not feel pressured?"

They thought so, and at the same time, they gained a more realistic understanding of the boy on the screen, who was always smiling and seemed nonchalant about everything. So strong-willed, so tough-talking! That glittering figure on the stage seemed to solidify in their hearts.

Inside the screen, Park Jin-young smiled and nodded in approval of the idea he proposed. Suddenly, he answered the boy's original question: "If Bombardment Meteor fails, then I will get out with you."

"But why use 'again'? The album 'YDP' has never failed."

"Besides, there are no ifs and ifs. I know you won't let Bombardment Meteor fail. Bombardment Meteor needs a madman who can ignite himself..."

"That's too much, brother. I won't talk to you anymore." Gong Cheng stood up, curled his lips speechlessly, and then he said, "Okay, brother, for your position as president, I will work hard."

As he said this, he waved his hand and walked out of the office with his tall back.

"So chuunibyou!!!"

“But it’s super cool!”

The Akanas couldn't help but be infatuated with that carefree figure. Even Park Jin-young, the only one left in the camera, looked favorably upon him. Well, this bastard even knew how to encourage his own oppa and stop scolding him.

On the screen, Park Jin-young sat in his office chair, chuckling at the camera: "Let me make a bet with everyone in front of the screen. Bombardment Meteor will debut successfully, and the name Tarot is the name of a superstar."

As Park Jin Young spoke, the progress of the behind-the-scenes video began to jump, and the date in the upper left corner was constantly refreshing.

'July 15th' All members of Bombardment Meteor have assembled.

Inside the practice room, Gong Cheng flashed his white teeth and smiled brightly, "Welcome everyone to watch the behind-the-scenes footage of Bombardment Meteor."

"Let me introduce this to you all. This is my practice room."

Park Jae-fan and the other two behind him came over after noticing the commotion here.

"Hey, this is our group's rapper star! Park Jae-bum! Say hello, hyung."

Gong Cheng: "This is Lay! He's a very popular EXO member! But now, he's also the third brother of our Bombardment Meteor. What a coincidence, he's also the third brother in Bombardment Meteor!"

After Zhang Yixing finished greeting the camera, Gong Cheng came over to Lin Yingxiong and put his arm around his neck. "Brother Yingxiong! Just hearing your name sounds very heroic! You're the lead singer of our Bombardment Meteor."

After hearing his introduction, Lin Yingxiong rolled up the sleeves of his short-sleeved shirt, showing off his muscles, looking quite childish.

"Where's the other one?"

In the camera, the VJ in charge of filming asked with a smile.

"???"

"Any more?"

"The last one is the youngest member of our Bombardment Meteor!" Park Jae-Bum, Zhang Yixing and Lim Young-Woong gathered around him with laughter and started talking at once.

“The atmosphere among the members is really good.”

"Aaaah! Oppa is also the youngest member who is protected by his brothers!"

The Akanas were infected by the laughter in the video and couldn't help but smile. At the same time, they were eager to watch the follow-up content. How did Bombardment Meteor, the limited-edition boy group that took Asia by storm upon debut, come to the public's attention? But when they thought about the definition of a limited-edition group, they couldn't help but be silent.

The subsequent scenes in the behind-the-scenes video made them put away their smiles and tense up.

"Ah! When we were choreographing this move, didn't we agree to add a hip twist?"

"Brother, but that's not appropriate! If we add the hip twist, not only will our positioning and formation be messed up, but most importantly, the difficulty of the next move will suddenly increase!"

Inside the practice room, Park Jae-Bum and Zhang Yixing erupted in a heated argument. Under the bright lights, sweat trickled down their necks. Lin Yingxiong lay on the floor, sweat pouring down his face, as exhausted as a dead dog, unable to speak.

Gong Cheng had a white towel covering his head, and sweat had spread out into a puddle on the back of his T-shirt.

"Haha~ Stop arguing~"

The tense atmosphere was so oppressive that the Arcanas watched with a wry heartache. Fortunately, the heated argument didn't last long. With the intervention of Gong Cheng and Lin Yingxiong, the four members showed mutual understanding and assisted in resolving the issue. The Arcanas weren't in a position to argue about who was right or wrong. After all, those four sweating figures, all the arguments and conflicts, were all over the name Bombardment Meter, which represented them all.

"Hero, Wave's actions just now should be..."

"Xiao Cheng, move harder..."

"..."

"One more time, bro..."

“…” “Let’s do it again…”

"..."

Repeating the dance and movements hundreds, thousands of times, seemed tedious to the Akanas, yet also filled them with sadness. In the sped-up video, the four figures flashed by frame by frame, while the clock on the practice room wall ticked towards 2 a.m.

Like tireless machines, the four of them mechanically and repetitively practiced the song "Blood, Sweat, and Tears" that had captivated the public over and over again in front of the mirror. Through repeated arguments and conflicts, their movements, initially riddled with errors, gradually became more visually polished and coherent.

The scene in the camera flashed by the night view under the JYP building. The electronic eyes that recorded the bombardment meter day after day "raised their eyes" and stopped at the JYP building. There were rows of dark windows, and only one practice room on the 7th floor was brightly lit.

"Where's Park Jin-young? Shouldn't they all just get out if their debut fails? Why is the light in this bastard's office off? Did he go back to sleep? How could he sleep?"

The Akanas were filled with anger and heartache, expressing their thoughts. The boy who insisted that Park Jin-young's words were too immature seemed to have really become a madman who set himself on fire, just as JYP said.

"Lay, that wave move just now... I can't get the rhythm right on the third beat..." Lin Yingxiong bent down, holding his knees, and called out to Zhang Yixing, who was drinking water nearby. The lead singer, known for his iron lungs, had a hoarse voice and was completely out of breath.

"Hero, here's your problem." Park Jae-bum stood beside him, lifting the hem of his T-shirt and applying a plaster to an old injury on his waist. After hearing Lin Yingxiong's question, he patted the outside of his thigh and said, "Your range of motion is too much. Although it may appear powerful, the way your core muscles are exerting force is not right."

As he spoke, he wanted to squat down to demonstrate again, but he grinned: "Shit!" Holding his waist, Gong Cheng quickly came over and helped him adjust the position of the plaster: "Rest first, brother, that's all for today."

The clock hanging on the wallpaper behind him unknowingly reached 2:00 AM.

"Yeah, brother, you still have to pay attention to your waist." Zhang Yixing rubbed the sweat on the floor with the soles of his shoes, making a "puff puff" sound, to prevent the members from stepping on the sweat and slipping and falling.

As he spoke, he took out a few pain-relieving patches from his backpack, put one on his knee, and turned around to share them with the members.

"I'm leaving now, see you tomorrow."

Gong Cheng touched his neck, and the plaster on it had lessened the pain considerably. Worried the members wouldn't leave any longer, he put on his coat and decided to set an example.

The camera pointed at him also shook and followed him.

"Lay, Jaefan, you guys go first."

"I'll practice for a while."

While being filmed from another angle, Lin Yingxiong breathed a sigh of relief. He had made many mistakes during the practice in the past few days, and he did not want to hold the group back.

"Ahh! Did the maknae go upstairs to work on the song? How can I, as the older brother, leave when the younger brothers haven't left yet?" Park Jae-beom sighed, rubbing his aching waist and abdomen. He slowly lay down on the sofa: "Hero, just dance. Lay and I are here with you, and we can also see where your dancing problem lies. Try that wave again using the method I told you to do."

Zhang Yixing drank some water. The pain in his knees made him give up the thought of continuing to practice. He walked to the sofa and did what he and his teammates often did during their trainee days: massage each other.

"My last dance of blood, sweat and tears~"

"Take them all away~"

Lin Yingxiong walked to the speaker and played the song "Blood, Sweat and Tears".

The Arcanas in front of the screen, along with some bystanders, gained a deeper understanding of "Blood, Sweat, and Tears." Four figures, sleepless all night, in the cramped practice room, shed blood, sweat, and tears for Bombardment Meteor. The sweat wiped from the floor, the plasters on their waists, the pain-relieving patches on their knees, the calluses from rubbing their guitar strings, and those weary eyes all proved they were no tireless machines.

"Oh my god! I cried~"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"JYP is such a jerk! I just noticed how small our oppa's practice room is! There's only one sofa, and the members have to sit on the floor to rest!"

“Blood, sweat, and tears!”

……

Even though the Arcanas were protesting JYP's stupidity in the comments, the documentary-like footage on the screen continued to play slowly as time passed.

In a composition room that is even smaller than the one used for trainees, the white light from the display screen shines on Gong Cheng's face as he wears headphones.

His slender fingers on the keyboard followed his handsome face under the shadows. When his brows furrowed, he paused to write the lyrics for the song. When his face remained calm, he worked swiftly. But the only constant was the numbness and weariness between his brows.

Sitting on the sofa, holding the VJ camera, the camera lens slowly tilted to the side, accompanied by the crackling sound of keyboards. And a soft snoring sound, interspersed with the keyboard sounds, began at some point.

"Oh my god! Is VJ snoring?! You want to die, right?!"

Akan in front of the screen laughed angrily, wanting to rush into the screen and throw this VJ off the JYP building! Can't you see our oppa is working so hard? This son of a bitch is actually sleeping so soundly?
Gong Cheng seemed to notice the movement on the sofa. He took off his headphones and stretched. From the counter at his feet, he pulled out a cartoon-like blanket—a yellow blanket with a SpongeBob SquarePants pattern. As the camera watched, he draped it over the VJ. Then, Gong Cheng crouched down. The video flashed with a moonlit smile. Beneath his shaggy black hair, a pair of eyes gleamed with affection, a smile, and bloodshot veins.

"Good night." He smiled and snapped his fingers in front of the camera, then mischievously covered the camera with a corner of SpongeBob's blanket, and the screen instantly fell into darkness.

When Akanas quickly intercepted the handsome shots of Oppa's face, they couldn't help but smile sweetly when they saw his funny look. Who understands~ Sisters~ Oppa said good night to me~ At the same time, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Oppa finally finished the day and was ready to rest well.

But from the pitch-black screen, the sound of the keyboard still clacking could be heard...

The black screen did not last long due to the accelerated editing of the behind-the-scenes footage.

The picture that flashed by was another camera position under the JYP building. The lights of the two windows were still bright at four o'clock in the morning in Seoul.

……

'July 8'

'...'

'July 8'

'...'

'July 9'

"Interview, Xiao Cheng. How does it feel to burn your own debut album with your own hands? Ah Xi! A debut album is so important, so precious, so memorable." The camera flashed to Gong Cheng's yawning face, while Park Jae-beom's voice came from behind the camera. He panned the camera, panning around the surroundings. The sharp-eyed Akanah immediately recognized it: the set of Bombardment Meteor's "Fake Love" filming.

"I went to a music store and bought my debut album myself. The one given by the company is far less memorable than the one I bought myself. What's more, it's still hanging on the head of my bed." Zhang Yixing's face jumped into the camera as the voice sounded. Under the night sky, the bonfire behind him and Gong Cheng was burning brightly and violently.

Hundreds of albums with the Three of Swords on their covers had just been thrown into the flames. The crackling sounds, the splattering sparks, and the plastic melting into liquid water, like wax dripping from a candle, tickled the Arcanas' hearts.

"There's nothing to be sad about, brother. You won't feel pain again if you've been sad once." Gong Cheng's face always exuded a smile. Akan couldn't tell whether he was lying or not. They just felt distressed.

"Shit! I'll never forgive those bitches who burned the album!"

……

'July 9'

The screen shows fragmented shots of Bombardment Meteor filming the music video and moving around in the recording studio. In the practice room, the dance they dance together becomes more and more skillful and coordinated. They have made more progress, but the only thing that remains unchanged is their backs in the moonlight.

Arcana and many passers-by looked at the name of this behind-the-scenes footage in silence, and suddenly understood why Bombardment Meteor was sunburned by the moonlight.

The so-called Bombardment Meteor that exploded Asia, who were so arrogant as to declare that they would bombard the entire peninsula's music scene when the group was launched, and the boys who shouted "We need more" when they won their first trophy, also used some childish words to cover up their confusion in the early stages of the project.

(End of this chapter)