A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 184

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Initial Intentions Episode 184

 

 

 

 

 

After the truly intense One Card game ended, Ryu Jaehee whispered to me while cleaning up the cards.

 

“See, what did I tell you? Hajun hyung definitely has the face of a card shark. Of course, not quite at Hajun hyung’s level, but I have an uncle who looks similar with thick eyebrows and slightly droopy eyes, and he sweeps the Go-Stop tables clean every holiday.”

 

“Damn, what card shark for One Card? One Card is all about luck.”

 

“Hyung, all card sharks appear to be people with insane luck on the surface. But those people are the ones who realize luck three skill seven.”

 

“If you’re so curious, go ask Juni if he used any techniques, man.”

 

Gyeon Hajun, today’s One Card MVP, answered Ryu Jaehee’s question with just one line.

 

“Is there really a need to use techniques for One Card?”

 

It was a truly card shark-like response.

 

After finishing cleanup, all five of us sat in a row in front of the low table. The blanket we’d used for the One Card game was draped over mine and Ryu Jaehee’s shoulders.

 

“Let’s put the sitcom aside for a moment and return to Rev! To commemorate Chuseok, we’ll have time to share well-wishes with each other!”

 

“If we look at each other’s faces while doing it, we’ll get too embarrassed to say what we want to say, right? So we prepared rolling papers. Please feel free to write not only holiday well-wishes but also anything you’ve wanted to say to each other.”

 

Papers with each member’s name written on top were distributed one by one.

 

This kind of thing is fun when you can’t predict who wrote what. I wrote long, heartfelt messages on each member’s rolling paper.

 

Everyone took turns writing on each other’s rolling papers, and starting with me as the leader, we had reading time.

 

“Happy New Year, who is this? Kim Dobin, this is you, right? It’s you, isn’t it?”

 

I wasn’t the only one who had that ridiculous New Year greeting written on their paper, as victims emerged from all directions.

 

“I also have ‘Happy New Year’ written here, so I was wondering who wrote it!”

 

“Who tells someone to have a happy new year during Chuseok? This is driving me crazy, seriously.”

 

“Dobin, that’s a greeting for New Year’s Day and Lunar New Year.”

 

Everyone pointed to Kim Dobin without a shred of doubt, and as expected, there was no twist. Kim Dobin scratched his head and made excuses in a shrinking voice.

 

“You said holiday well-wishes…”

 

After each giving Kim Dobin a piece of our mind, I read the next well-wish message. This one was quite long.

 

“The end of this year is already approaching. You worked hard as a leader this year too. I usually can’t express it so it doesn’t get across, but I’m always so grateful that you work your bones off for Rev, and I’m sorry that we seem to put such a big burden only on you, and I’ll try my best to follow along as well as you want. Let’s finish this year safely. This sounds like Juni? Right?”

 

Gyeon Hajun shook his head at my question.

 

“That’s not me.”

 

“Then is it you, youngest?”

 

“That’s not me either. I didn’t use informal speech except for Doby hyung.”

 

Then what’s left is…

 

“Hey, give it here so I can erase it!”

 

Seo Yehyeon, whose ear tips had turned bright red, reached for my rolling paper.

 

My goodness, Seo Yehyeon was the one who wrote this. It was the biggest twist of the year.

 

“It’s nice to see you gradually finding your composure. Let’s continue living like that without being impatient. This must be what Juni wrote. All the songs hyung makes are good, so don’t feel too pressured and please keep giving us good songs in the future. This is Jaehee.”

 

It seems everyone chose real well-wishes rather than trying to be funny.

 

Next was Seo Yehyeon’s reading turn.

 

“If I had to pick the person among us whose skills have grown the most, it would definitely be you, hyung. Watching you work hard without being discouraged by your lacking skills made me feel so many things. Now I think you can be proud of your improved skills yourself, hyung. Let’s keep fighting together in the future. This is Hajun. 100% Hajun.”

 

“Why do you suspect everything slightly long was written by me? I didn’t write that long.”

 

When Gyeon Hajun waved his hands, Seo Yehyeon carefully looked at Ryu Jaehee and asked.

 

“Then the youngest?”

 

“I told you I wrote in formal speech!”

 

“Dobin… wrote Happy New Year… then what’s left…”

 

Feeling emotional at Seo Yehyeon’s face looking at me as if seeing a ghost, I reached for the rolling paper.

 

“Ugh, I’ll erase it and write something shorter, so give it here.”

 

“Wow, me. I just understood what your feeling was a moment ago.”

 

Seo Yehyeon muttered while covering his mouth.

 

The reading continued in order, and Kim Dobin, the culprit who wrote Happy New Year well-wishes with completely lost sense of holiday dates to everyone, grumbled while reading the well-wishes written on his rolling paper.

 

“Let’s grow 3cm more. Because you’re the only one in the 170s, Rev’s average height is only 180.6cm right now. I’m also sad because I’m the shortest in Rev now, but who is this! Is this supposed to be a well-wish!”

 

“That’s me.”

 

When I slightly raised my hand, Kim Dobin nodded with a determined face.

 

“Since it’s Leader-nim’s well-wish, I’ll do my best to grow taller.”

 

And so the early Chuseok special ended completely.

 

“Oh right, anyone going to watch the DTB finals stage tomorrow?”

 

Tomorrow, a month after the semifinals, was the finals of DTB Season 3.

 

Naturally, the final stage was scheduled to be broadcast live.

 

The on-site evaluation panel had pre-registration, so you had to apply to be selected by lottery, but I could go watch without all that thanks to Yongcheol hyung’s connections.

 

Since he said it was okay to bring one or two people, I asked the youngest line who were DTB regular viewers like me. If both said no, I’d either bring friends or go alone.

 

“Me! Me!”

 

“Oh, I want to go too.”

 

As expected, both members of the youngest line raised their hands saying they’d go. I asked Gyeon Hajun and Seo Yehyeon out of courtesy, but both declined.

 

“Hyung, you said you’re close with D.I, right? You even opened a personal account now, so aren’t you going to post voting encouragement or anything?”

 

I shook my head at Ryu Jaehee’s question.

 

“If I post something, people will just say he got votes through idol popularity using connections. It’s much better not to post anything.”

 

In my heart, I want to help Yongcheol hyung win this time unlike before my regression.

 

But knowing that if I stepped forward, Yongcheol hyung’s effort and skills would be belittled, quietly cheering was the best strategy.

 

Just looking at the semifinal song, isn’t there public opinion mocking that it hit #1 on the music charts thanks to the featuring idol’s fans?

 

That song hit #1 even before my regression when I didn’t feature on it, you hip-hop purists who have seizures whenever you see an idol rapper.

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

Wearing a hat and mask securely, I arrived at the broadcasting station set where the final stage was taking place.

 

Even so, glances kept flowing our way because of the camera Ryu Jaehee was carrying.

 

We were stopped but after explaining the situation, maybe because it was live broadcast, they were more lenient than with pre-recorded shows. If it had been pre-recorded, there would have been no mercy.

 

The final stage winner is determined by a total of 2 votes.

 

Live broadcast on-site voting, and text voting.

 

The combined results of these two votes become the final result.

 

“Hyung, we should vote for D.I, right?”

 

I replied indifferently to the youngest line who asked in hushed voices.

 

“You should vote for whichever stage you like more, why are you trying to get confirmation from me?”

 

Originally, this kind of thing shouldn’t become a choice by coercion. The final stage started with BQ9 going first.

 

“He definitely performs well.”

 

I let out an exclamation while watching BQ9’s stage. Even though he got on my bad side, skills and personality were separate matters.

 

The beat wasn’t great, but he compensated with an ear-catching hook and his own unique rap skills.

 

On the other hand, Yongcheol hyung’s hook was weak but the beat was quite good. His rap skills go without saying. Naturally, I cast my vote for Yongcheol hyung’s stage.

 

For on-site voting, BQ9 who went first got ₩3,101,000, while D.I who went second got ₩2,950,000, so BQ9 led by a narrow margin.

 

“We’ll announce the final results combined with text voting!”

 

At the MC’s words, I unconsciously clasped my hands tightly together.

 

“Ah, please… it’s not even a 200,000 won difference… please let there be a reversal…”

 

The numbers started spinning like a slot machine.

 

 

 

[BQ9]

 

₩8,801,000

 

LOSE

 

 

 

[D.I]

 

₩9,101,000

 

WIN!

 

 

 

Whether my earnest prayers worked, this time Yongcheol hyung won by just a 300,000 won difference.

 

I clapped enthusiastically while watching Yongcheol hyung wiping away tears on stage.

 

“How does it feel to see someone you were rooting for win?”

 

“It’s satisfying. Good. Proud… Proud? Is it okay to use the word ‘proud’ in a situation like this?”

 

“But is it really okay for us to just barge into the waiting room like this?”

 

“Ah, it’s fine. He’s a close hyung.”

 

I casually responded to Ryu Jaehee’s question as he acted as cameraman, gave a half-hearted knock on the waiting room door, and flung it wide open.

 

“What are you guys doing? Are you filming something right now?”

 

Time had passed so the tears had stopped, but Yongcheol hyung, who was sitting there dazed with reddened eyes, looked at the camera in surprise and asked.

 

I handed him the bouquet I got from Manager hyung with a thud and replied.

 

“Yeah, we’re filming a reality show right now.”

 

“Wow, you’re a real celebrity now.”

 

“Hyung, look over here and say hello once.”

 

When I pointed to the camera Ryu Jaehee was holding, Yongcheol hyung awkwardly turned to the camera and greeted it.

 

“Hello, I’m D.I.”

 

“Real name Lee Yongcheol.”

 

“I told you not to call me Yongcheol. Why do you call me Yongcheol when there’s a perfectly good name like D.I, you brat.”

 

“Isn’t it the opposite? Your name isn’t actually D.I.”

 

When I giggled, Yongcheol hyung, who had carefully placed the bouquet on the table, put me in a headlock.

 

“So this is the source of the headlocks we’ve been suffering…”

 

I could hear Kim Dobin’s muttering.

 

“Yongcheol! Let’s go!”

 

Thanks to Wonbaek’s shout from behind, I was able to escape from Yongcheol hyung’s arm.

 

“Ah, hyung! I told you not to call me Yongcheol!”

 

Yongcheol hyung, who didn’t forget to grumble at Wonbaek, turned to me and asked.

 

“Do you want to come to the dinner party too?”

 

“Nah. I didn’t even perform on stage, so why would I follow you to the dinner party. And I brought these guys with me, so it’d be weird for me to go to the dinner party alone, right?”

 

“Why, tell them to come along too.”

 

“Our youngest member is a minor.”

 

At those words, Yongcheol hyung glanced at Kim Dobin, not Ryu Jaehee, and nodded.

 

It was understandable that Yongcheol hyung would be confused since Ryu Jaehee’s height easily surpassed the top of my head, and he’d lost quite a bit of baby fat, so his youthful appearance had mostly disappeared.

 

Compared to him, Kim Dobin… still looked immature.

 

“Congratulations on winning, hyung.”

 

At my greeting delivered with a grin, Yongcheol hyung lightly patted my back and said with laughter in his voice.

 

“Yeah, let me know when you have time. We should have a celebration party.”

 

I watched Yongcheol hyung join the other contestants, then turned around as well.

 

“Are you going to participate next year too, hyung?”

 

“I don’t know. I know I wouldn’t be welcomed even if I did.”

 

I replied somewhat indifferently to Kim Dobin’s question. Setting everything else aside, I wasn’t that desperate to participate just for the stage alone.

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

The broadcast day for episode 1 of the reality show .

 

 

 

-Please don’t let our kids get isolated this time

 

-My Idol was really like an isolation special

 

-I watched My Idol after thinking about it for the first time in a while, and Rev members were all so fresh and young lol They totally looked like rookies

 

 

 

Some kind of documentary screen appeared on the screen.

 

 

 

[National Rev Geographic – Ecological Observation of Five Members]

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