Late-Night Production & Choreography Struggles
The music room is a mess of crumpled papers, empty coffee cups, and exhausted groans. Jisung leans back in his chair, rubbing his eyes.
Han Jisung
“This song is going to kill me.”
Bangchan
Chan, sitting beside him, grins. “You say that every time, and yet, you always pull through.”
Han Jisung
Jisung glares. “Yeah, because I have no choice.”
Felix
Felix, sitting across from them, nods sleepily. “It’s sounding really good, though.”
Han Jisung
Jisung glances at his laptop, where the half-finished instrumental plays softly. "It's good—but it’s missing something".
Bangchan
Chan notices his hesitation. “What’s wrong?”
Han Jisung
Jisung sighs. “It’s missing that… spark. The part that makes it feel alive.”
Felix
Felix leans forward. “Maybe it needs something raw. Something real.”
His fingers hover over the keyboard. Then, without thinking, he starts playing a melody.
It’s bittersweet. Familiar.
Minho, walking past the room, pauses outside the door. He recognizes that melody.
It’s the same one Jisung hummed under his breath back when they were close.
Minho’s heart tightens. He doesn’t step inside—but he listens.
It’s late when Minho finally leaves the studio.
He walks past the music room—and stops.
Jisung is still inside, headphones on, lost in his own world.
Minho watches for a second, then knocks on the doorframe.
Han Jisung
Jisung jumps. “Oh—Minho?”
Lee Know
Minho raises an eyebrow. “You’re still here?”
Han Jisung
Jisung shrugs. “So are you.”
Lee Know
Minho steps inside, glancing at the screen. “Is that the final version?”
Han Jisung
Jisung hesitates. “…Almost.”
Minho nods. Then, before he can stop himself—he sits beside Jisung.
Han Jisung
Jisung blinks in surprise. “What are you doing?”
Lee Know
Minho shrugs. “You help me with dance. Maybe I can help with this.”
Han Jisung
Jisung stares at him for a moment—then sighs. “…Fine.”
The music fills the room, and for a moment—they forget the fights, the tension, everything.
It’s just them and the song.
Lee Know
Minho listens carefully, his fingers tapping against the table. “It’s good.”
Han Jisung
Jisung glances at him. “Really?”
Lee Know
Minho nods. Then, quietly—“It sounds like you.”
Because somehow, that means more than any other compliment.
The Final Version – "Wolfgang" is Born
The night before the deadline, Jisung stares at his screen, heart racing.
The song—"Wolfgang"—is complete.
Jisung presses play, and the room fills with haunting melodies, powerful beats, and intense harmonies. The song is raw, untamed—like a pack moving as one.
A song of strength. A song of unity. A song of survival.
Bang Chan, who stayed behind to help, leans back in his chair, listening. When it ends, he turns to Jisung.
Han Jisung
Jisung swallows. "Yeah?"
Bangchan
"Not just a song. This is who we are."
Jisung’s fingers tremble slightly. Because he knows.
This song—it carries everything.
Their struggles. Their fights. Their bond.
And deep down, it carries Minho, too.u
In the dance studio, the final practice begins.
Lee Know
Minho stands in the center, eyes sharp. “This is it. We move as one.”
The music starts—powerful, commanding.
Felix
Felix’s deep voice echoes: “We’re like a wolf…”
The team moves in sync, sharp and intense.
Hyunjin’s fluidity, Changbin’s power, I.N’s precision, Seungmin’s control—each member adds their own fire.
And Minho—he moves effortlessly, commanding the stage.
Jisung almost forgets to dance, too lost in the moment.
But then—Minho catches his gaze.
They move together, instinctively. A challenge. A push. A pull.
Like two wolves recognizing each other
When the music stops, the studio is silent.
Bangchan
Then—Bang Chan claps. “That’s it. That’s the one.”
Minho’s gaze flickers to Jisung. He doesn’t say anything—but there’s a glint in his eyes.
Jisung looks away quickly. His heart is beating too fast.
The Night Before the Competition
No one sleeps. Felix and Seungmin go over last-minute changes.
Changbin and I.N re-watch the footage. Hyunjin stretches, muttering about perfection. Jisung? He listens to the final track, over and over. And Minho? He watches Jisung. Because something about this—feels different. And maybe—just maybe—he’s starting to realize why.
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