A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 120

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Initial Intentions Episode 120

“See! Hyung can’t eat it either!”

Kim Dobin’s triumphant expression was so irritating that I frowned and retorted.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It just went down the wrong way.”

“If you eat it again in front of me, I’ll acknowledge it.”

“Jaehee, you eat it and prove that this is a proper side dish.”

“Why are you pushing hyung’s creation onto me? The person who made it should eat it. I can prove my rolled omelet by eating it.”

Just like when I tried to force the stir-fried pork into my own mouth, Ryu Jaehee quickly picked up the rolled omelet with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it with a subtle expression.

“It’s, it’s edible.”

Hey, you wouldn’t make it as an actor either. Ryu Jaehee, who said it was edible with a face that looked nothing like that, immediately ran to the refrigerator and desperately gulped down bottled water.

“See! Ryu Jaehee, you honestly can’t eat it either!”

“That’s not it? It just went down the wrong way?”

I was messing up the hair of the guy who was copying my excuse word for word when a sudden thought made me turn to Kim Dobin.

“Then what did you eat for lunch?”

At my question, Kim Dobin scratched his head and replied.

“When I called Hajun hyung this morning, he told me not to eat this lunch box and to buy kimbap from the convenience store, so I bought convenience store kimbap.”

“What did he say?”

“Hyung said you were stir-frying meat on high heat.”

No wonder Gyeon Hajun sent me a text out of nowhere this morning telling me to please set the heat to medium when cooking.

But wait, if there’s no time and the meat is taking forever to cook, shouldn’t you naturally turn up the heat?

The sound of entering the passcode rang out, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing in sequence.

“I’m back.”

Gyeon Hajun, who discovered the lunch boxes spread out on the dining table and the three of us gathered in front of them, approached with big strides.

Before Gyeon Hajun’s gaze could reach it, I quietly closed the lid of the lunch box containing the stir-fried pork.

“Doby, did you buy kimbap this morning?”

“Yes, there was a convenience store nearby so I bought it without being late.”

“That’s a relief. Did the college entrance exam go well?”

At that question, Kim Dobin, who had been acting indifferent, suddenly turned to look at us with wide eyes.

“Wow, come to think of it, these people didn’t even ask an exam student who came back from taking the college entrance exam how it went! Who checks on lunch boxes instead of checking on the exam student!”

“If you hadn’t lied about the lunch box lid not opening, we would have asked plenty.”

“Then please ask me now.”

“Alright, did you sleep well?”

“I didn’t sleep?”

“Oh, really? I slept though. You’re better than me, hey.”

While I was giggling and messing up Kim Dobin’s hair, Gyeon Hajun finally opened the lid of the lunch box containing the stir-fried pork.

As soon as Gyeon Hajun, who was looking down at something that at least looked somewhat like stir-fried pork with a serious expression, picked up the chopsticks on the dining table.

“Hey hey hey hey, don’t eat it.”

I urgently snatched the lunch box and dumped it all into the food waste bag.

“I just tried it, and this isn’t something humans should eat.”

“So you did taste it. But how could you pack something like that in your younger brother’s college entrance exam lunch box.”

“Jun, I’m not that much of a character failure. I also tasted it for the first time just now.”

When I protested my innocence, Kim Dobin didn’t miss the opportunity and pounced like a hawk.

“See! You couldn’t eat it and spat it out!”

“You told me to prove it by eating it. Please stop the discrimination against Gyeon Hajun.”

Ryu Jaehee also joined in and grumbled.

Exhausted by the attacks directed at me from all sides, I obediently raised both arms lightly and declared an armistice.

“Okay, okay. I won’t say anything more about bringing the lunch box back as is. Is that good?”

And so the college entrance exam lunch box commotion came to an end.

At a radio schedule that was set right after the vacation ended, the DJ who read a listener’s story about a mother who accidentally packed only two servings of rice instead of side dishes when packing lunch boxes for both the father and herself, asked us a question.

“Did Rev happen to have any exam students?”

Kim Dobin immediately raised his hand high.

“Me!”

“Ah, so Dobin was the exam student. How was it, did you do well?”

“No comment.”

Kim Dobin made an X with his finger over his lips and shook his head.

“I’m curious if there were any memorable episodes from the day of the college entrance exam.”

At the DJ’s question, Kim Dobin glanced at me, hesitated, then quietly brought up the story.

“Well, Eden hyung and Jaehee packed me a lunch box…”

-Oh my god, how did that happen?

-Not Hajun?

I scanned the comments visible in real-time through the monitor. It was remarkable to see comments going up so fast that I couldn’t read them with a relaxed mindset anymore.

Even during One Chance, I could read them without much focus.

“That was during vacation period, so Hajun hyung happened to not be at the dormitory. The only people left were me, Eden hyung, and Jaehee, just the three of us.”

-I think I know why Eden couldn’t go home even during vacation and stayed at the dormitory

-Of all people to be left behind, it had to be the three hopeless cooking brothers…

-Doby, you didn’t get a stomachache, did you?

-Just hearing that members prepared a college entrance exam lunch box sounds touching, but knowing the reality, it’s not touching at all

Everyone was unanimously worried about Kim Dobin’s condition at the time.

“At least I didn’t get a stomachache.”

“Of course. You didn’t eat it and brought it back as is. The lunch box we worked hard to make from morning.”

Ryu Jaehee quickly tattled. I nodded beside him as if agreeing. Since it was being broadcast as a visual radio, it would be visible anyway.

-I understand, I wouldn’t have eaten it either

-Doby is so kind, even telling white lies so his hyung and dongsaeng wouldn’t get hurt

-Eden, even though you’re my ultimate bias, I couldn’t bring myself to eat a lunch box you packed on exam day

-If he had eaten that, he might have collapsed from stomach pain during English time

-They should have just prepared cup ramen and hot water in a thermos

-The attempt was good but…

Sadly, everyone just understood Kim Dobin for bringing the lunch box back as is, but no one took our side.

“We’re not that bad at cooking.”

We clearly proved it during the first anniversary live broadcast, but I don’t know why we still have the image of being cooking failures.

Of course, this lunch box was a spectacular failure.

-Did you forget the devil’s fruit strawberry cake that came up from hell

-I still haven’t forgotten the konjac tteokbokki

-I can’t forget the live stream of preparing Hajun’s birthday table that only gave Hajun the nickname Jun-ddattu,,

-This time there wouldn’t even be Jun-ddattu, just Linguini 1 and 2, so it’s obvious how it turned out

Hmm… did we do this many cooking content shows?

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This year’s year-end awards ceremony special stage was the Music Awards held at S Company.

For this special stage, it wasn’t the entire Rev going out, but just Ryu Jaehee and me.

From five boy groups and girl groups in their 2nd-4th years with decent recognition, they selected two members each – the leader and youngest member – to create a total of 4 project groups.

Of course, it wasn’t co-ed; they were divided by gender.

The concept of this special stage was for these created groups to perform Christmas songs with contrasting concepts.

“Hyung’s project group has a powerful concept, right?”

“Yeah, though it’s closer to a hip hop concept than powerful. What about you guys?”

“Ours is obvious. Pure and cute concept.”

The guy who diligently added hamster emojis and referred to himself as a hamster was grumbling with a sullen expression, apparently dissatisfied about something.

“Isn’t it too predictable? It would’ve been fresher if they gave the youngest members intense dance songs with a ‘youngest on top’ concept and had the leaders do cute songs with a twist concept.”

“Be grateful you’re doing the cutie concept at that age.”

If he had done it two years later, he would’ve been awkwardly tall trying to act cute with that face.

“Ah, no. That’s not what I meant. I’m saying it would be fresher to show the twist of being able to pull off a hip hop concept even with a cute face.”

“Don’t you get goosebumps calling yourself cute with your own mouth?”

Anyway, it’s something he won’t be able to hear after two years pass… actually, that’s not right. Even after growing that tall, this guy had a history of calling himself a giant hamster.

Anyway, even though Ryu Jaehee voiced his complaints, those complaints didn’t reach the broadcasting station, and the concepts given to each remained the same.

Since the songs, concepts, and choreography were all decided by the broadcasting company, all I had to do was diligently learn the choreography and lyrics and practice hard with the temporary collaboration team.

“Hello.”

“Hello! We know each other, right? Rev and One Chance activities overlapped slightly.”

“Of course I remember. It’s been a while.”

Whether by debut date or age, I was the youngest in this project group called ‘On Top’.

And in this damn ‘On Top’,

“…Hello.”

“Ah, yes. Hello.”

The KICKS Leader was also included.

I gave a perfunctory greeting to the KICKS Leader who nodded at me without hiding his displeasure.

It would’ve been better to compete as rivals like last year.

At least then I could crush him. You can’t crush someone on the same team.

Of course, the KICKS Youngest would be on the team with only youngest members, but the problem was that our youngest member was there too.

The Christmas song we’d be singing was a dance genre with a strong electronic feel. And the composer and producer was…

“Hyung-nim, I heard you were busy. Were you busy because of this?”

“Oh, you’re here too? Lucky you.”

“Come on, if you’d seen the proposal in advance, you would’ve known I was here.”

“Right, you bastard. I said I’d take on this group. Happy now?”

It was King God Producer, G1.

Despite being a project group, the choreography we received had quite a high difficulty level. Recording also proceeded immediately after giving us a short practice time.

Unlike me, who got an okay in two takes, the other members were struggling with continuous requests to “do it again.”

During , I only saw him being half-hearted and shouting okay, so many old memories had been erased, but seeing him now brought back memories of old work sessions with G1.

That damn “again” hell.

“As expected of Producer G1… still as meticulous as ever.”

A senior group leader who seemed to have experience working together came trudging over to the seat next to me, completely exhausted after escaping the recording studio, and sprawled out while muttering.

“Again. Did you even practice? Your pitch is completely off.”

I clicked my tongue watching the KICKS Leader who kept getting criticized.

The KICKS Leader, who made eye contact with me through the transparent booth of the recording studio, bit his lip.

We somehow finished recording and now it was time to match the choreography.

Since everyone was from different groups and had their own schedules, it was difficult to make as much time as original group practice, so we agreed to first learn our individual parts and then match them together.

“Chaemin, did you not practice?”

“I’m sorry, our schedules are overlapping right now…”

“Let’s just match the movements for now. Chaemin, you can memorize all your parts by the day after tomorrow, right?”

Maybe because they were all leaders, their skill at immediately mediating whenever signs of conflict appeared was no joke.

For filming, we were to use practice rooms by rotating through each agency.

This time happened to be New Born. It was my former agency that I was walking into after a long time.

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