From a dark stage comes the sound of a rusty iron door opening.
Heavy footsteps follow, and a man walks to center stage, drops to one knee, props his chin, and fixes the camera with his gaze.
He smiles slightly and murmurs.
[Cheonghyeon]
Shall we go.
At the same time, the stage flashes bright.
A man with black hair and round frames, and another with flamboyantly styled gray hair and a character bandage on his face step out side by side.
The bespectacled member, Kim Iwol, is properly dressed in a standard school uniform, while Jeho’s tie is nowhere to be seen.
[Iwol]
There’s a time when
a single dream
feels vivid
[Jeho]
In the long night’s darkness
it won’t let me sleep
a force that makes my heart race
The next member out is as striking as Jeho.
[Giyeon]
With fuel packed with wishes
we strike a spark
and send into the night sky
a single signal flare
When the neatly dressed Giyeon mimes firing something upward, someone on the opposite side sprints to center and carries the song on.
[Seongbin]
Sound the alarm
let the cheers explode
And when all six close ranks in formation, the melody crests.
[Juu+ALL]
The world heats up
until it’s burning
As the music drives toward the middle, Cheonghyeon reappears.
Until the lights came up you couldn’t see it well—his clothes and hair are smeared thick with paint.
[Cheonghyeon]
A clear goal becomes our drive
we kick off the ground and rise
and cut a path
through sun-drenched day
A bright smile to match lyrics hot as the sun.
And choreography built to suit—tight enough to feel like a full performance piece.
Cool blue lights flaunt freshness, and the six faces smiling even clearer than those lights fill the screen in harmony.
[Juu]
Sound the alarm
let the cheers explode
[Seongbin+ALL]
Until the heart boils over
and spills
The stage, storming all the way to its climax, ends with all six holding a strip of paper apiece, each with a red-tinted end, looking at one another.
A broad-daylight fireworks kind of stage.
Fuck.
Only raw profanity bubbled up in Baek Hae won’s head. Don’t a lot of modern people, Baek Hae won included, fail to hold back curses when they’re extremely happy?
“Ah... wait.” Baek Hae won thought, pressing a hand to their forehead.
Then replayed the video just watched.
When it ended, they swore inside ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) again.
Fucking insane.
It was the only expression Baek Hae won could manage.
There are plenty of handsome idols in the world.
But a group where every member is handsome is rare.
And rarer still—all of them handsome in my taste!
Baek Hae won smacked the innocent bed three times. Out of habit, they tapped their own forehead a few times too.
This... I have to see the MV.
With no time to post a short blurb on social media, Baek Hae won typed “Spark Flowering MV” into the search bar.
The MV ran over five minutes.
A dramatized short? Guessing vaguely, Baek Hae won hit play.
The video opens on a six-way split screen with six hands turning off alarms.
Five hands vanish from the beds; one person stays with a hand resting on the phone, asleep.
Jeong Seongbin is first to reach the classroom and slides a textbook into the desk drawer.
Kim Iwol tosses his backpack onto the sill the moment he arrives, then lays his head on the desk to sleep again.
Park Juu slips in quietly and just stares out the window, while Kang Giyeon, earphones in, is glued to his phone.
Then Choi Jeho comes in after them; one by one, the members gather in the classroom.
A few tools inside Choi Jeho’s bag get a close-up.
What? Delinquent vibes?
Enjoying the warm-toned MV in comfort, Baek Hae won frowned, worrying they might be glorifying a thug.
They even considered stopping the MV for a moment, but decided to keep watching for now and hit play again.
After a quick insert of an unknown switch being flipped, the camera returns to school.
Just as the students have all come in and even the teacher arrives to take attendance, Lee Cheonghyeon dashes in, hair tousled, and with the title the song begins.
The six show very different classroom attitudes.
One member sits straight and takes the lesson more passionately than anyone.
Kim Iwol’s forehead won’t part from the desk, and Lee Cheonghyeon, with a different notebook open under his textbook, does nothing but doodle.
More distracting still, the video keeps highlighting Kang Giyeon’s bracelet, Lee Cheonghyeon’s belt-loop keyring, and Choi Jeho’s suspiciously heavy-looking bag.
Of course the MV isn’t only dramatized cuts.
Every time a group dance shot with different styling comes up, Baek Hae won debates grabbing a screenshot, but decides to finish the MV first and commit to watching.
After the dance cut, the background shifts to inside a big shipping container.
The six spread a school floor plan over a desk piled with junk and put their heads together.
Follow Jeong Seongbin’s fingertip and you find “Boom!” scrawled at the paper’s edge.
Don’t tell me they’re going to blow up the school?
No wonder most of them look anything but ordinary.
Not betraying expectations, they start preparing something in earnest.
Per Kim Iwol’s directions, Jeong Seongbin sticks up a sheaf of papers that Kim Iwol pulled from his bag.
Park Juu slaps a “Flammable—Caution” sticker on the container door outside.
Kang Giyeon, having lugged something heavy, comes out with sleeves rolled and his jacket abandoned, while Choi Jeho even snatches a tie off Lee Cheonghyeon, who’s rummaging for something.
So what’s going to blow isn’t the cheer but the school...?
Maybe they changed the lyrics for broadcast review in the debut stage. Baek Hae won can’t hold back a snort.
Between these, the MV drops in scenes that make no immediate sense.
Mostly a gold-painted ball darting fast under objects or falling from up high.
Whatever it is, if you wait, someone will definitely post a killer analysis.
So instead of pausing now to dissect it, it’s more important to watch the dance break unfolding right in front of you.
With years of idol-stanning experience, Baek Hae won can tell even without frame-grabbing: their choreography locks in insanely well.
Uniform shots at an abandoned school and jumpsuit cuts inside the giant container cross-cut dizzyingly. The song barrels toward the end.
“Sound the alarm
let the cheers explode”
Kang Giyeon shoves and topples a wall of planks, and Lee Cheonghyeon lifts a welding mask.
Park Juu, arms folded, leans on a wall watching everyone; Choi Jeho, a nail puller slung over each shoulder, passes through.
Then Jeong Seongbin takes the matches Kim Iwol hands him and strikes fire to the fuse right in front of him.
Flames flicker over Jeong Seongbin’s face.
“Until the heart boils over
and spills”
The camera tilts up toward the sky, and the screen goes dark.
At the same time, the song cuts and everything goes still.
“...What?”
So in the end, did the school blow up or not?
Baek Hae won tilts their head.
Just then, the screen brightens again.
It’s the classroom where the members first gathered.
On the chalkboard, big letters read “Form teams (drawing lots),” and the six are clustered in front of it.
Each holding a lot slip with a red-tinted end.
Huh?
Those are definitely the lot slips each member held up in the debut stage ending.
Only then do all the scenes flash through Baek Hae won’s head—the members looking dead tired, racking their brains and straining their bodies through every kind of hassle.
It was a group project...!
No wonder they looked so rough. As a current high schooler, Baek Hae won understands that feeling all too well.
So what assignment did they even do?
Right about when that thought hits, the camera frames the jumble of items against the container wall that had only served as background in the MV.
Wood pieces tied with Kang Giyeon’s bracelet, and Choi Jeho’s tie strung through various contraptions in odd ways.
Everything connected into one— a Rube Goldberg device.
Heat melts a thread, it snaps, and a gold-painted ball races nonstop along a halved PVC pipe and across chopsticks.
Those mystery shots throughout the MV overlay this cut.
A steel ball knocks over dominos or bounces off Lee Cheonghyeon’s keyring, loops the container in a flash, and when it presses a wooden button, the fishing line tied to the button yanks and a “puff” sounds.
At the same time, petals pour down like a waterfall from a box overhead onto the four standing beneath: Choi Jeho, Jeong Seongbin, Lee Cheonghyeon, and Kang Giyeon.
A handmade banner unfurls from the box, wobbling a little sadly: “Group Project: Big Success!”
While everyone’s brushing petals off or spitting them out, Jeong Seongbin pauses and asks:
“By the way... who filmed this just now?”
The other three go stiff in the face.
The four creakily turn to stare at one wall.
Then Park Juu—already in protective gear and waiting with a fire extinguisher—points to a corner of the container.
There, Kim Iwol, who had set up a tripod and was shooting video, gives a thumbs-up.
And with everyone shouting in triumph and grabbing each other in hugs, the video really ends.
There’s even an end credit roll.
Director Jeong Seongbin
Planning Kim Iwol
Design Lee Cheonghyeon
Production Kang Giyeon
Support Choi Jeho
Check Park Juu
.
.
.
Cinematography Kim Iwol
Only the final “Cinematography” credit has a different font and slant. Like it was tacked on in a rush.
Truly... the perfect dumb group-project vibe.
That day, Baek Hae won had a very busy time.
They scoured the sea of information and, since no one posted an interpretation of Spark’s MV, they cried and cobbled together an analysis themselves.
They also had to savor, frame by frame, the mountain of self-content a just-debuted group had no business already having.
Only close to 10 p.m. could they finally post to social.
≫ Guys, shall we stan Spark?
Faces are delicious and their behavior is unhinged
└ lol isn’t it usually written the other way round
└ It’s that you literally can’t write it the other way with faces like these
≫ Minam-nim, are you about to fall for spk??
└ Not a full fall yet, um... a taste test?
└ Don’t lie—you said that last time and went to Marveling Series for a fifth viewing
After recording the surge of emotion, Baek Hae won flopped onto the bed.
If they brought the lot slips on stage this time, what are they going to bring next...
At the same time, the chorus they’d just heard kept ringing in their head. The signal of something seeping in.
