Devil's Music

When Bottle Joon opened the door with his panty wind early in the morning, he was furious with the wind when he was old, and went back inside the house and put on a jumper.

Bottle Joon with a cigarette in one hand looked around, went to the swing in the garden, lit a cigarette, and emitted a long smoke.

“Khh! I knew smoking would be good in winter. ”

Bottle-jun, who searched his pockets, took out his phone and checked an email from Fantasy. Byung-jun, who opened his eyes wide and read the mail, smiled.

< Fantasy Report >

Artist Name: K (Kim Gun)

Digital Single Presentation (1 song) if I could change the world

Results over 16 hours

Billboard Chart: Before Entry

Oricon Chart: Enter 6th Place

Watermelon chart: live # 1

Baidu chart: live # 1

Electronic Chart: Top 3 in real time

YouTube views: 60,230,923

Byeong-jun pushed the screen down and continued to smile like a madman.

Sixty million hits on YouTube in 16 hours! Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh- ’

At the bottom of the email, Byeong-jun saw a link to the related article with the title. Articles that were only titled seemed to translate and link to news stories from around the world by Fantasy's Data Analysis team.

[Kay's New Song. Blues or Rock? Pop? What kind of genre are you?]

[if I could change the world beyond the hurricane!]

[Kim Gun. Swallow the world.]

[Guitar players from around the world. Praise be to Kay's new song!]

[There was a traffic error with the number of YouTube Music Video Views played by five K.]

[Norman Lebrecht, British critic. Best music of the year!]

[Storm of Kay! It's creating a whirlwind that won't wake up!]

Even though I didn't need to see the contents of the article, I frowned when I saw the short article behind the email with a smile that was satisfactory enough for the title.

[NOTE] American paparazzi witnessed Kay enter the Red Castle. It was lurked around the house and then cleaned up by the Red Mafia.

Byeong-jun took a deep breath of tobacco smoke while making an impression.

Clean up? You can't... be... right? ’

After thinking about it, Bottle Joon, who swung his cigarette on the floor, ran into the room and dressed properly and asked the Mafia member who was passing by the apartment.

“Excuse me, but where is Mr. Miroslav? ”

The organizer looked up and down at Bottle Jun, then nodded to the right and walked ahead. Byeong-jun followed the group member to the main house and entered through the small door next to the main house.

Through the long corridor, three doors lead down to the basement. In front of the stairs, a member of the organization sends a signal to look down and then stands there.

As Byeong-jun hesitated for a moment, he went down to the basement and met Miroslav's eyes, opening the door under the stairs.

I heard it got a little more comfortable, but the Miroslav I met at this place opened his mouth, stuttering and groaning.

“Mi, mi, mi miroslav. ”

Miroslav glances back and pushes the bottle.

“Let's go upstairs and talk. ”

Byeong-jun steps up the stairs, pushed by his strength, and Miroslav blocks the stairs with his body.

“What's the matter? ”

Byeong-jun asks as he walks down the steps behind the massive Miroslave.

“Well, there. Uh, there must have been people taking pictures around here yesterday.... ”

Miroslav looks back at the group member who brought Bottle Jun. He shrugs and gestures that he doesn't know. Miroslav raises her hand to the waist dance and asks.

“Yes, but? ”

“I'm curious, I'm curious, what happened to them. ”

Miroslav shakes his head slightly.

“You can't report to such a trivial matter. I don't know.I 'll let you know when I hear from the workers. ”

“Well, well, well? ”

Byeong-jun glanced behind Miroslav with suspicious eyes, but he ran quickly as he slowly backed away to make sure he didn't lose his promise to go inside.

Through the three doors, Bottle Joon, who drank the air outside, was too nervous to breathe.

“Huff, huff, huff, huff, I'm going to die. ”

A moment later, Miroslav, who came out along the parasol, reached down on his knees and gasped for air. Bottle Joon's furious eyes lowered, and he took a few steps back.

“Kuhahahahaha!! Well, what is it? ”

Miroslav tucks his hand into his trouser pockets and bites with a cracked head.

“Why are you so surprised? Is something wrong? ”

Bottle Joon rolled his eyes and stuttered while wiping his cold sweat.

“Th-that's... that's not going to happen if Kay finds out! ”

Miroslav smiles and asks again.

“About what? ”

Byeong-jun pointed at the door, sweating coldly.

“Hey! What's going on in there! ”

“What's going on in there? ”

“Yes, of course!! M-my flesh is torn... My bones and bones are twisted and I'm so screwed! ”

Miroslav folds his back and strokes his chin with his arms folded.

“Hmmm… you know exactly what I mean? ”

“Huff!! Ji, is this real? ”

“The flesh is torn... and the bones are twisted. ”

“Y-yeah!! How can you be so cruel? No matter how secret the situation is, it's human rights violation! ”

Miroslav smiles, shoulder to shoulder, pointing to an open door.

“Let's go in and take a look. ”

Miroslav shrugs and pushes the paratrooper back inside. Byeong-jun, who was being dragged, looked back and saw the distant cottage.

“Stop, it can't be me! Gun! Sorry! My brother goes like this... Hehehe. ”

Bottle-jun, who was being dragged down the stairs with tears in his eyes like a cow being dragged to the slaughterhouse, passed through three doors.

First, when Miroslav pointed his head in, Byung-jun, who expected to see the scene in the horrible room, entered the room with a lot of impressions. There was an operating table in the middle of the room.

Two members of the team were cleaning up bloody towels, and they were wearing white rubber gloves for the O.R.

Byeong-jun, who could not see the brutal scene on the operating table, closed his eyes completely.

“Khhh! How could someone like you do this?" ”

When no one around talked to him, he opened his eyes and looked at the table. Although the members are cleaning up hard, you can still see the towel with the blood on it dizzily and the hairy legs. No, I thought it would be right to say it was full of fur.

“What's with all that fur on your legs? Khh.”

Byeong-jun's gaze went up the bridge. On a bridge full of brown fur, you see the long, black face of Shepherd.

A long, red umbilical cord protrudes from Shepherd's body, and the tissue member with the scalpel carefully cuts the umbilical cord.

“Dog?”

Then he opened his eyes completely and saw Shepherd licking six cubs on the table. When Bottle Joon looks back at Miroslav, he smiles and approaches.

“I see what you're misunderstanding. Haha.”

Miroslav tapped Byungjun's back, looking down at the blind puppies.

“We are the natural gas mafia. Don't worry, we don't kill people for things that aren't important to the business. Yesterday, the paparazzi around the house were just scared and kicked out. ”

Bottle Joon, who was relaxed, sank to the ground. Bottle Joon yells, looking up at the Miroslav with a grumpy look on his face.

“You scared me!! Ouch! ”

“Hahahaha!”

Inside the basement, miroslaves and other members of the group burst into laughter.

* * *

Kiska opens her eyes when she sleeps hard. Is it because I haven't had a nightmare in days?

The pale cheeks of Kiska were young, and Kiska, who had a much healthier complexion than when she first met, raised her torso to rub her eyes.

As soon as I opened my eyes every day, the nanny who was sitting next to the bed and looking down at Kiska smiled, thanks to Kiska running away.

“Are you awake, miss? ”

After Kiska looked at the nanny once and tried to get out of bed, the nanny held out her earphones. When Kiska saw the nanny piercing her earphones, the nanny smiled and said.

“Kay says it's a gift for the lady. They want you to listen to music. ”

Kiska, who reacted by flinching in Kay's name, grabbed her earphone with her scrunchy hands and stuck it in her ear.

As I play music with the nanny's connected phone, I start hearing beautiful guitar sounds in Kiska's ears. Kiska opened her eyes wide as she played the same sound as the guitar she played next to her playing every day.

After a while, Kiska looked up at the nanny in surprised eyes, noticing that a beautiful voice had flowed out and the lyrics had been written in her sketchbook.

The nanny smiled and pointed to the liquid crystal on the phone.

“Would you like to see the liquid crystal? ”

Kiska, with her phone on the bed, opened her eyes wide when she saw the music playing on the liquid.

♪ if I could change the world ♪

Composition by Kay.

Lyrics by Kiska Miocic.

There was still no expression on his face, but Kiska's mouth slipped as she rubbed her name on it several times.

As the smile spread over Kiska's face, which was gradually going up her mouth, the nanny shook her mouth in horror.

I... laughed! It's so bright! ’

Kiska smiles widely and raises her hands as she sits on the bed. Tears welled up in the eyes of the nanny who saw him.

The nanny who wiped her tears as if she were about to fall back, rubbed the red area of her eyes and heard the music ringing on her earphones, while making a happy face and shaking her body around.

‘Miss! Yes, one step at a time, you can go that way. How dare you! ’

The nanny who was watching Kiska listening to the music saw an annex far away from the second-story window. In the quiet morning, the happy nanny looked at the cottage and lowered her head quietly.

"Thank you. Thank you, Kay. ’

Kiska, who heard all the music, pulled her earphones out of her ears and gave them to the nanny. The nanny who woke up from her eyes smiled and took her earphones and said.

“What should I wear today, miss? Kay says he likes white. ”

With her eyes wide and looking at the nanny for a long time, Kiska jumps out of bed and starts going through her closet. He had a white dress in Kiska's hand, scraping his little ass like he was crawling into a drawer and running back to find his clothes.

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