A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 12

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Initial Intentions Episode 12

[The chance we have left is right now, one chance]

“Okay, break!”

After the last lyrics ended, the members collapsed onto the practice room floor at my shout. Everyone was drenched in sweat, frantically gulping down water from their bottles.

“Wow… this, this actually works…”

Seo Yehyeon, sprawled out like a starfish, muttered in a dazed voice. Through intensive choreography tutoring from me and Kim Dobin, Seo Yehyeon had finally managed to perform the moves without awkwardness in just one week.

Even now it would be hard to say he danced well, but compared to when he first tried the formation and was stumbling around, sticking out like a sore thumb, this was much better.

His face already stands out, so what would happen if his dancing stood out too?

I was worried whether Seo Yehyeon could keep up since I put in quite a lot of intense choreography, but as they say, hard work never betrays you – when I drilled him as intensely as the choreography, it worked out.

My head nearly exploded from having to soften and soften my words though.

But Mr. Seo Yehyeon, who achieved the double combo of glass mentality and glass heart, got his tender feelings hurt despite my desperate efforts, so I got fleeced for 500,000 won over the week.

Kim Dobin, who was wiping sweat from his head with a towel next to me, muttered something that could have been admiration or lamentation.

“It is possible to prepare for activities in just one week… though I feel like my lifespan shortened by about 10 years…”

“The guy who only choreographed talks too much. And everyone except one member helped out by sticking together, man.”

At my scolding, Seo Yehyeon, who was lying down, raised his head.

“I feel like someone’s targeting me right now.”

“Can’t we just smoothly move past this kind of thing? Honestly, it’s just facts.”

While Gyeon Hajun quickly separated me and Seo Yehyeon with his and the youngest member’s bodies before another fight could break out, Kim Dobin, who had been looking at me with somewhat strange eyes, casually asked.

“Thanks to this, I collapse without strength to move when I get back to the dormitory, but you have the energy to leave the dormitory. But where do you keep going?”

Does he think I go out because I’m overflowing with energy? It’s all because of insufficient mental strength.

But since it was bothersome to give a long explanation, I dismissed it briefly.

“I’m doing the most important thing for our team’s future, why?”

I was currently working on the most important next song.

The music source appeared with a ta-da!, but since it was a song I made early in my composer career, listening to it now revealed awkward parts here and there.

Compared to back then, my experience and standards had risen, so it wasn’t satisfactory, you know?

The other songs to be used as B-side tracks also needed similar touch-ups, but thank God, I still had 2 weeks left.

Still, thanks to the random ticket the system gave me, it wasn’t to the point of overexertion while practicing the follow-up song. If I hadn’t had the song, I might have really collapsed from pulling all-nighters.

I even coughed up blood because of certain people. Wait, thinking about it, didn’t this system bastard just give me a disease and then the cure?

[Coughing up blood is a penalty that doesn’t harm physical health!]

Now it’s even adding exclamation marks at the end of sentences?

While I was having a battle of wills with the system, Kim Dobin hesitantly asked.

“Something important?”

“Yeah, pleasing people is the hardest thing, sigh.”

I don’t know how many times I sucked up and bought meals just to get one opinion from Sangyeol hyung, who would later become a hit song producer.

This guy who used to go around saying idol songs were fake music that annoyed him and were outside his interest, becomes an idol song producer 4 years later. That’s why they say you never know what life will bring.

Anyway, getting fleeced here and there. Poor my wallet.

Kim Dobin suddenly looked tearful, pressed his lips tightly together, and turned his body around.

You understand my hardships too, having suddenly become a young breadwinner. I don’t ask for much, just listen well.

Glancing at the clock, 10 minutes had whooshed by. I got up and clapped my hands sharply, shouting.

“Break’s over! Let’s run through it two more times and head back to the dormitory!”

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REVE_official @LnL_reve

[Eden Dream]

Finally starting One Chance activities today^^

See you at 6 PM, Daydream

#Reve #Reve #Eden #Daydream #OneChance #OneChance #W Countdown

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Dream♥Daydream @revedream

Reply to @LnL_reve

Whoa follow-up song One Chance

Damn, finally came to their senses

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Dream♥Daydream @revedream

No, seeing they didn’t even post the schedule in advance, they still haven’t come to their senses, those bastards

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뵤uj @hamzziUJ

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Finally lololololol

Eden, you didn’t want to sing My Universe either lolololol

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Walking Unknown Dog @whosdog

Honestly, he probably didn’t want to wear the stage costume from the start, that sponge lab coat jumpsuit was really too much

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뵤uj @hamzziUJ

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Ah shit, thinking about My Universe makes me suddenly worried about hair and makeup

I’ll be grateful even for white shirt and black slacks combo, so please just go with something safe

As soon as we hinted at follow-up song activities through the official SNS account, mentions immediately poured in.

‘They didn’t even post the schedule…?’

Damn agency, what do they do besides getting beaten up?

Thinking about how even before my regression, work processing only became a bit faster after fans launched email and fax attacks three times, I should probably lead a fax attack in the near future.

Today Reve was live again without pre-recording.

The groups gathered in the joint waiting room were all either lacking in years of experience or groups with low recognition.

Having had about a week of break, I could see quite a few faces I hadn’t seen last week.

Still, today’s schedule wasn’t a partition temporary waiting room, so it was somewhat better.

There were groups socializing among themselves, and groups that seemed to dislike mixing, sticking only with their own group.

We belonged to the latter if we had to choose.

“So glad to escape that damn jumpsuit…”

Ryu Jaehee looked down at his stage costume with moved eyes and sniffled. The stylist told him not to cry because it would ruin his makeup.

Our stage costume was neat black tone formal wear. What’s jokingly called funeral fashion.

It was obvious they chose the safest option because they didn’t want to invest money in stage costumes, but having experienced that terrible white jumpsuit once, we were grateful for even this much.

There had been a piercing gaze directed at us for a while now.

When our eyes met, gossip-like front-talk came flowing as if they’d been waiting for it.

“Fucking jealous. One song gets lucky and goes viral, so they get moved back in the order. Damn, life really is all about luck.”

“Wait, could it be? Sponsorship?”

At the word sponsorship, not Seo Yehyeon but Kim Dobin flinched noticeably.

Why is he so startled? Don’t tell me the company suggested sponsorship to him? Even our hopeless CEO wouldn’t do something like that, would he?

Thinking I’d need to have a deep conversation with Kim Dobin later, I cross-checked the group name on the nameplate with the music show order.

Looking at the order, they were first.

Until two weeks ago, we had occupied the first spot, but as our order got pushed back, that group seemed to have taken the first position.

‘Who were those guys again.’

Since I don’t remember them, they must be a group that just operated as mediocre failed idols before my regression and eventually disbanded.

Well, that was common in this industry. We were damn lucky to have made a comeback through a fancam.

Anyway, I left the underground scene because I was sick of power struggles and backstabbing, but it’s not much different here.

It felt strange to receive the checks and provocations that we only got in our third year after becoming famous before my regression, now when we haven’t even been debuted for a month.

Back then, we were just obviously failed idols, so no one even bothered to look at us, let alone provoke us. So this provocation could be seen as a very good sign of escaping failed idol status.

But a sign is a sign, and feeling shitty is feeling shitty.

I silently got up and approached the sofa where those guys were sitting.

Seeing them giggle among themselves saying “Wow, that bastard really came over,” I twisted my lips into a crooked smile.

“Jealous?”

Before they could even answer, my foot slammed right next to the face of the guy who had been running his mouth about being jealous.

The chatter instantly cut off. Gazes started focusing this way.

The guy who had been running his mouth glanced sideways at my leg right next to his face, then looked up at me with a stiff, frozen expression.

“Hey! Yoon Eden!”

The members rushed toward me urgently. Ignoring them, I leaned down close to the guy’s face and sneered.

“If you’re jealous, then you guys should also make your own self-composed songs and work hard communicating with fans for promotion. Isn’t it a waste of time to be throwing tantrums like this?”

I obediently lowered my leg and stepped back at the hands pulling me away. I was also finding it quite an ordeal to be face-to-face with that bastard.

“Acting all high and mighty about self-composed songs when you got lucky with a song that’s not even that good, fuck.”

I returned a sneer to the guy who was trying to save face by stiffly raising his head and smirking.

“Oh, is that so? Then let me hear just how good you guys’ songs are.”

I conspicuously searched for that guy’s group’s song on my phone and played it.

Crude music with voices slathered in mechanical auto-tune flowed from my phone. It was as terrible as “Come to My Universe.”

No wait, at least we didn’t slather on auto-tune, so we’re better.

As soon as the 1-minute preview ended, I frowned and said.

“You guys should start by removing the auto-tune first. I can’t stand listening to it. With skills like this, you won’t make it even if you get songs from top-tier composers, so wake up from your dreams.”

At my sarcasm, the entire group’s faces hardened, but I didn’t care.

If you didn’t want to hear this, you should have shut your member’s mouth that was spewing shit earlier.

I whipped my head around and shifted targets to the guy next to him who had been going on about sponsorship.

“And you, fuck, do you keep chanting the sponsorship mantra because you want sponsorship but don’t have the face for it?”

“What?”

“If you want sponsorship, shouldn’t you fix that mediocre face first? Sponsors have eyes too, and drinking with you wouldn’t even be enjoyable, hey.”

[Profanity detected.]

[Initial Intentions –2]

Along with the decrease in Initial Intentions, my heated head gradually cooled down from the stabbing pain.

Looking back at the words I had spilled, I felt relieved.

Phew, at least I didn’t say anything too harsh.

Seeing him trembling with his fists clenched on his knees, apparently lacking the courage to grab my collar, I snorted.

“Kenishi, get ready!”

At the staff’s call, that group all stood up at once and left the waiting room without looking back once.

When I returned to the sofa assigned to Reve and plopped down, Gyeon Hajun frowned and scolded me.

“You should have just held back.”

I searched and found that Kenishi debuted exactly one week before us. Their agency was also unknown like ours.

No matter how fast rumors spread in the entertainment industry, a fight between two newly debuted rookie groups isn’t particularly newsworthy.

Especially when they’re just small-medium agency failed idols, not major agency mega-rookies.

Besides, they started it, so we had nothing to feel guilty about.

Even if they post something online when we get a bit more popular, if we release a clarification, they’d be the ones getting counter-attacked. At least I kept within bounds.

I leaned my head against the sofa and chuckled.

“It’s not like we’d get buried over this level of fight, but you’re telling me to hold back even after hearing that? You’re so good-natured, our Junie.”

“You really are…”

Gyeon Hajun’s mouth twitched as if he had something to say, but he eventually gave up and just sighed.

What? Am I in the wrong again? I showed leadership by protecting our group, so what’s with that reaction?

Sigh, this is how I live, really.

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