Somin | Ateez 9th member.

Somin Making Music with Hongjoong & Mingi

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Somin hummed, a soft, lilting melody escaping her lips as she adjusted the microphone. The studio was a familiar haven, filled with the scent of old coffee and new possibilities. Hongjoong, ever the meticulous leader, was hunched over the mixing board, his brow furrowed in concentration. Across from him, Mingi was bouncing in his chair, a wide grin plastered on his face as he laid down a beat on the drum machine.

"Okay, Somin, let's try that chorus again," Hongjoong said, his fingers dancing over the faders. "Give it a little more... longing."

Somin nodded, closing her eyes for a moment. She thought of a quiet, moonlit night, of distant dreams and unspoken wishes. When she opened her mouth, the notes poured out, imbued with a delicate ache that made the air shimmer.

Mingi, usually boisterous, had quieted, his head cocked to the side as he listened intently. As Somin's voice faded, he slammed his hand down, a sharp, crisp snare drum cutting through the silence. "Yes! That's the one! Hongjoong, did you get that?"

Hongjoong leaned back, a rare smile gracing his lips. "Got it. That's perfect, Somin." He turned to Mingi. "Alright, Mingi, let's layer in that synth pad you were playing earlier. We need to give it some ethereal depth."

Mingi eagerly complied, his long fingers flying across the keyboard. Soon, a shimmering, otherworldly sound began to weave itself around Somin's vocals, like starlight wrapping around a whispered secret. The three of them worked in a silent rhythm, a shared understanding passing between them as they sculpted the sound. Hongjoong, the architect, guiding and refining. Mingi, the powerhouse, providing the driving force and unexpected flourishes. And Somin, the heart, infusing every note with emotion.

Hours blurred into a joyful haze of creation. They debated chord progressions, experimented with different vocal harmonies, and laughed at their own silly mistakes. There was a moment, late in the evening, when Somin, tired but exhilarated, leaned back in her chair and just listened. The song was almost complete, a tapestry of their combined talents, a testament to their shared passion.

Hongjoong looked up from the board, catching her eye. "What do you think?" he asked, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

Somin smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile. "It's beautiful," she said, her voice soft with wonder. "Absolutely beautiful."

Mingi, ever the first to celebrate, let out a triumphant whoop, startling them both. "We did it! This is going to be a hit!"

As the last notes of the demo faded, a comfortable silence settled over the studio. Somin knew, with a deep certainty, that these were the moments she lived for – the magic of creation, the camaraderie of shared purpose, and the sheer joy of making music with people who understood her soul.