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《OASIS》

When Lee Jangjun later learned from others that Son Youngtaek actually wanted to become an ENFP, he couldn't help but be stunned, thinking to himself: "How is it like this again?" He felt a mix of helplessness toward his younger brother, who admired him too much, but also a sense of pride, knowing how much Son Youngtaek respected him. Son Youngtaek held an important place in the confidence that others bestowed upon Lee Jangjun.


When Son Youngtaek's self-composed song was finally completed, Lee Jangjun, who listened to the pre-recorded track, was genuinely surprised by his talent. He had long known that Son Youngtaek was very interested in producing music and enjoyed covering songs, so it was only a matter of time before he produced a complete song.


However, the timing was quicker than Lee Jangjun had imagined, and Son Youngtaek's talents were soon on full display in front of the other members.


"Wouldn't it be too boring if we just followed along?" Son Youngtaek said, with a table holding a human-shaped sculpture between them. If Lee Jangjun hadn't been lost in thought, he might not have heard Son Youngtaek's unintentional muttering.


"'Boring,' huh..." Lee Jangjun pursed his lips and then clicked his tongue. "Actually, if we only followed, it might be 'dangerous,' don't you think?"


"Why do you say it's dangerous?" Son Youngtaek asked.


"Because if you believe whatever someone else does, isn't that a kind of faith?" Lee Jangjun didn't look at him, instead thinking of the perfect song that Son Youngtaek had created—a song that even Lee Jangjun liked but could never compose himself. He slightly squinted his eyes. "Following out of devotion is dangerous."


Son Youngtaek remained silent, and then, at the director's cue, they knocked down the statue. The pink and peach-colored smoke spread on the ground and then dispersed into the air, filling the entire studio with a foggy smell. They followed the instructions and shot the scene a second time. This time, the way the smoke spread was perfect, enveloping them in a gray haze.


"Hyung." After the director called "cut," the applause almost drowned out Son Youngtaek's call. Lee Jangjun looked over at him, and Son Youngtaek, with a slight frown but a smile on his face, asked, "Do you know what the opposite of 'drought' is?"


"...'OASIS'?" Lee Jangjun replied.


"Yeah, I've always felt that following you was the right thing to do because I trust you," Son Youngtaek said. "But I think what I like is 'being with you,' not just following."


Lee Jangjun was more than aware of the differences between them, which is why he always paid close attention to any of Son Youngtaek's reactions, to cooperate and bring out the best performance. But, of course, Lee Jangjun also had his own habits and things he particularly liked.


"So do I." It's not about "following"; it's about "being together" that makes it fun. It's always been that way, from the past to now. Lee Jangjun smiled.


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