@Rubyashi here's you request. Hope it was what you like it.
I really enjoyed making it, it's so different than my usual ones.
900 words.
It started with a text.
Dino (Seventeen):
"You in?"
No explanation. Just those two words. But for I.N (Stray Kids), Jongho (ATEEZ), Ni-ki (ENHYPEN), and Huening Kai (TXT), it was more than enough.
Of course they were in.
Each of them said yes without hesitation. Because this wasn't just a project. It was a chance to step into the light not as the youngest of their groups — but as artists, collaborators, leaders.
Their agencies kept it tight-lipped, signed off on the secrecy. Just one rule:
"No telling your members until the MV drops."
The first few meetings were chaos — not because they weren't prepared, but because for the first time, they were all making decisions instead of following them.
Dino came with a folder of choreo sketches, ideas already blooming.
Kai arrived with demo tracks and beat samples.
Jongho had lyrics scribbled in every margin of his notebook.
Ni-ki and I.N showed up with eyes wide and energy like wildfire, ready to do whatever it took.
Their first studio session ran from 11 PM to 4 AM.
Kai played one track he'd been secretly producing on his laptop during hotel stays. Dino nodded slowly, head bobbing to the rhythm. "This is it," he said. "This is the one."
They split the work naturally. Dino led the choreo with Ni-ki — the two speaking more through movement than words. I.N and Jongho sat side by side writing and layering harmonies, sometimes arguing, always growing. Kai switched hats constantly — vocalist, engineer, creative glue.
The group chat exploded every hour:
I.N: "Hyung my verse hits. You're gonna cry."
Jongho: "Bro you were FLAT."
Ni-ki: "I just broke my ankle in rehearsal. I'm fine."
Kai: "No one is fine. That's the point."
Dino: "Shut up and send vocals."
The project bled into everything.
They'd finish official schedules, smile for fans, high-five their hyungs — and then vanish. Taxis. Vans. Hidden doors in company buildings. Practice rooms with the lights turned low.
Some nights, they'd film until sunrise. Dino would finish a solo dance take and lean against a cold wall, chest heaving, Ni-ki beside him, downing water like it was lifeblood.
Jongho once recorded 27 takes of one chorus note until the sound engineer told him to stop before he wrecked his throat. He nodded, said thanks, and then did three more.
Kai often fell asleep with one earbud still in, laptop open to a beat he was tweaking.
I.N was juggling comeback prep, variety shoots, and the Eclipse project. One night, while recording his lines at 3 AM, he didn't realize he was crying until the producer gently stopped the track.
"I'm good," he said quickly, brushing his cheek. "That was just... acting."
Meanwhile, the hyungs didn't see it.
They saw tired eyes, but blamed the packed schedules.
They saw skipped meals, but figured it was stress.
They offered help — "Get some sleep," "Eat something," "Don't push too hard."
But they never asked the right questions.
The maknaes kept it clean. They smiled at the right times. Slept in vans. Snuck in naps during waiting times on set. Sometimes, they'd fake needing the bathroom just to sit alone in silence for a few minutes.
It hurt. But it was worth it.
This was theirs.
The video concept was raw, powerful, and cinematic. Dark suits. City lights. Symbolic isolation, unity, transformation — all shot in secret.
There were scenes with all five in perfect synchronicity under flashing white strobes. Choreo that made their bones scream. One rooftop shoot got so cold Jongho's lips turned blue mid-take. No one complained. They finished the scene.
One by one, they filmed solo shots.
Ni-ki's featured him in a mirrored room, dancing so violently it looked like he was fighting his reflection.
Kai's was in an empty concert hall, playing piano in shadows.
I.N stood alone in the rain, singing directly into the lens — no backup, no cuts. Just him.
Jongho's voice carried over a static field, the camera spinning as he stared directly into the lens like he was daring the world to see him for real.
Dino's final scene was one long take, dancing with a spotlight chasing him like a ghost he couldn't escape.
They didn't realize until later how much pain they were hiding behind those lenses.
The MV dropped at midnight.
None of them posted. None of them spoke.
They were already asleep. No — passed out. In beds they barely reached. Shoes still on. Sweat dried to their skin. Kai didn't even make it to his room — he collapsed on the living room couch with his phone in his hand, notifications buzzing endlessly.
Back in their dorms, their hyungs woke to chaos.
"What is this?"
"Wait, is that...?"
"You've GOT to be kidding me."
Replays. Rewinds. Group chats igniting.
Confusion gave way to realization. And then, pride.
They'd been there the whole time. And had no idea.
By morning, hashtags trended worldwide.
#ProjectEclipse
#MaknaeTakeover
#DinoXINXJonghoXNiKiXKai
Fans cried, screamed, celebrated. But the boys?
They didn't answer a single message.
Because for once, they didn't need to.
They'd said it all through the music, the performance, the silence between takes.
Later, when they finally woke — sore, proud, completely drained — there was only one message waiting in their private group chat:
Dino:
"Next project?"
Kai:
"After we sleep for a year."
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