A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 206

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Initial Intentions Episode 206

 

 

 

 

 

[The ‘Frail Body’ penalty will be applied for 24 hours.]

 

[※After 24 hours, there will be no health problems whatsoever!※]

 

[※Even if you go to the hospital for diagnosis or health checkups, no problems will show up!※]

 

[※It’s real, so please just believe it!※]

 

 

 

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the system notification that kept emphasizing there would be no health issues.

 

Does this stupid system not know what ‘frail’ means? How can the words frail and healthy coexist?

 

 

 

[23:59:59]

 

 

 

As soon as the countdown signaling the start of the penalty appeared, my body became as heavy as if crushed by a rock. I briefly closed my eyes from the overwhelming fatigue.

 

It felt like I had only closed my eyes for a moment, but seeing the alarm ringing loudly, I must have slept for several hours straight.

 

Since I couldn’t go to the studio yesterday because I didn’t know what penalty would be applied, today I absolutely had to go to the studio and finish the song no matter what.

 

A frail body and song production shouldn’t be related, right? Surely not.

 

As I habitually went for a morning walk, I mindlessly tried to match Seo Yehyeon’s pace as usual, only to realize what this damn penalty had done to my body.

 

Just slightly increasing my running speed made me short of breath.

 

I subtly slowed down before Seo Yehyeon could notice my current physical condition.

 

It hurt my pride too much to show Yehyeon me panting for no reason.

 

“Hey, I told you to run!”

 

“I’m not in the mood to run today. Don’t worry about me and run hard by yourself, hyung.”

 

I gave a half-hearted response to Yehyeon’s urging, walked a few laps, skipped the gym, and returned to the dormitory.

 

I felt like I would really collapse if I worked out in this physical condition.

 

Damn, am I going to lose muscle mass?

 

The problem really exploded when we were practicing the concert setlist songs in the practice room.

 

Normally I would be fine even after doing three songs straight, but I was dying before even finishing one song.

 

I barely finished the choreography and barely stopped them from immediately moving on to the next song.

 

“Huff, huff… Wait, let me rest for a bit before we continue.”

 

Just from moving my body a little vigorously, I got chills and broke out in cold sweat. As I bent over panting, Kim Dobin handed me water and asked.

 

“Hyung, did you work out too intensely at the gym this morning?”

 

“He didn’t go to the gym today.”

 

At Yehyeon’s words, all eyes turned to me. It happened to be when I couldn’t even open the water bottle cap because I had no strength in my hands.

 

“Are you sick somewhere?”

 

Instead of answering Gyeon Hajun’s question as he took the water bottle from my hand, opened the cap, and handed it back to me, I grumbled.

 

“I could have opened it.”

 

As I gulped down the water, it went down the wrong way and I covered my mouth and coughed.

 

The coughing that I thought would end after a few times continued endlessly. My abdominal muscles gradually started cramping and I began losing strength.

 

The coughing finally stopped, but I couldn’t get up from the floor and just lay sprawled on the practice room floor, breathing heavily.

 

The members urged me to quickly resume practice, but I didn’t have the strength to lift even a finger.

 

This isn’t frail, this is a patient, damn it.

 

As I continued lying there panting and unable to breathe properly, the members who had been trying to pull me up realized the seriousness of the situation and their faces became serious.

 

“Healthy… body… healthy…”

 

As I muttered while gasping for breath, Ryu Jaehee leaned toward me and asked back.

 

“What? Hyung, what did you say?”

 

“A healthy mind dwells in a healthy body… Jaehee, work out hard…”

 

This body isn’t fit for a person to live with. I was right. Health really is the best.

 

Jaehee immediately became serious and held me tightly.

 

“Hyung, you’re talking nonsense so you look really bad. Let’s go to the hospital right now.”

 

“Yeah, that’s right… I also think I need to go to the hospital right now… Hurry and call Manager Hyung…”

 

I urged Jaehee in a dying voice. I’d rather trust a doctor than trust the system.

 

Soon Manager Hyung came running to the practice room and helped me into the car to go to the hospital.

 

“Your temperature is normal. You don’t have any other symptoms like coughing or phlegm?”

 

“I don’t have those symptoms, but my stamina dropped overnight. I’m wondering if there’s a problem with my immune system.”

 

“Then you should go to a big hospital and get a thorough examination.”

 

See, you bastard system! There is a problem! There is a problem!

 

As I was scheduling a university hospital visit in my head, a status window with bold letters appeared in front of me.

 

 

 

[※I said there would be no health problems after 24 hours!!※]

 

[※I also specified that no problems would show up even if you go to the hospital for diagnosis or health checkups!!※]

 

[※It’s real! Please! Just! Believe! Me! Please!!※]

 

 

 

Oh, the system seems really pissed off…

 

Intimidated by this tough attitude I was seeing for the first time, I obediently gave up on the thorough examination and returned to the dormitory.

 

As soon as I returned to the dormitory, what I saw were the members all wearing masks.

 

Kim Dobin, who had his mask pulled down enough to show his nose, quickly pulled his mask up to his nose as soon as he saw me.

 

“Why are you all wearing masks? Am I some kind of germ or virus spreader? Huh?”

 

As soon as I raised my voice, my breathing became labored and I got a headache, so I frowned and pressed my forehead.

 

Seeing that, Kim Dobin held his mask tightly with fearful eyes.

 

Looking at them, you’d think I had some infectious disease with a 99% fatality rate.

 

“You should wear a mask too. If Yoon Eden caught it, that means it’s not an ordinary serious and nasty cold.”

 

Yehyeon shook his head with a disgusted face, saying that if someone who diligently takes vitamins and nutritional supplements, takes care of his body to an excessive degree, and exercises consistently is struggling like that, how nasty must the virus be.

 

“It’s because you’re so fit that you can still walk around, but if we catch what you have, we’ll really be bedridden.”

 

Yehyeon said with a serious face. It’s a penalty, not the flu. And you should be worried about me, not yourselves.

 

“What did they say at the hospital? Is it the flu? They didn’t tell you to go to a university hospital, did they? It’s not serious, right?”

 

“You didn’t bring back any medicine? Did you get a shot?”

 

I gave a two-sentence dismissive answer to Jaehee and Hajun who asked me in turn.

 

“It’s not the flu. They said there’s nothing wrong.”

 

I felt like the system would really devour me if I made a fuss about getting a thorough health checkup at the hospital one more time, so I just told the truth.

 

Dobin glanced back at our room and said while rolling his eyes.

 

“Huh, I thought it was definitely the flu so I boiled and disinfected all of hyung’s bedding.”

 

“What? Hey, why did you disinfect that? Am I a germ?”

 

“No, hyung, calm down and listen! It wasn’t my idea! Hajun hyung! Hajun hyung told me to take out your bedding!”

 

Dobin hastily explained. To think Hajun regarded me as a hotbed of infectious viruses.

 

When I looked at Hajun with a shocked face, he shrugged with a calm expression.

 

“Earlier your condition looked so serious I thought it was a severe flu.”

 

I walked toward my room with big strides, then subtly slowed down.

 

No, even being frail should have limits. What am I supposed to do if I get short of breath walking this distance?

 

When I opened the door with a bang, not only the bedding but even the mattress cover had completely disappeared.

 

“Jun, then how am I supposed to sleep tonight…?”

 

When I asked reluctantly, Hajun coolly said he’d lend me his bedding.

 

The moment I turned toward Hajun’s room to get the bedding, blood finally trickled down from my nose that had been aching all along.

 

Really, one thing after another. Why not make me cough up blood while you’re at it?

 

I didn’t even have the strength to lie down and make a fuss, so I lowered my head, pressed the upper part of my nose to stop the bleeding, and received tissues from Hajun.

 

“Kyaaah, nosebleed!”

 

“Dobin, is this your first time seeing someone with a nosebleed?”

 

“Who are you? You’re not Eden hyung, are you? Eden hyung wouldn’t have such a calm reaction! He should be making a fuss telling us to call 119 right now! Ahhh, don’t tell me it’s another possession?”

 

Ugh, that damn possession thing, really.

 

“If blood came out of my throat, I would have made a fuss like you want, but the blood is coming out of my nostrils, man. If you call 119 for a nosebleed, it’ll be front-page news as celebrity abuse of power.”

 

I lightly scolded Kim Dobin while wiping the blood from his face with a wet wipe. I realized anew that even scolding someone requires having the energy to do so.

 

Seeing the vivid red blood staining the tissue made my head throb even more.

 

When I opened the trash can lid to throw away the blood-stained wet wipe, I saw discarded vinyl gloves inside. They really went all out with the disinfection.

 

While I never expected to be treated like a fragile glass doll in the first place, I didn’t want to be treated like an infectious virus either.

 

Once my nosebleed completely stopped, I trudged over to the sofa with a tired face. As I leaned against the sofa backrest and slumped down, Gyeon Hajun looked at me with a worried expression and suggested.

 

“If it’s not the flu, aren’t you overdoing it these days? You keep staying up all night in the studio, so your body can’t handle it.”

 

Listening to Gyeon Hajun’s nagging that somehow reminded me of Mom, I shook my head with a wistful expression.

 

Jun, you have no idea how strictly the system manages my health. Though the current situation is like giving medicine and disease at the same time.

 

“How about not going to the studio today and just resting?”

 

I pressed my hand against my eyes that were starting to sting along with my nose, while waving my other hand dismissively.

 

“I need to finish the song production to make the comeback schedule. And compared to before, this doesn’t even count as overdoing it.”

 

Compared to our debut days when we were a cottage industry idol group under a shitty small agency, now was much more like heaven.

 

Seeing my body condition show signs of slight stability, I got up to head to the studio, and Gyeon Hajun also got up following me while putting on his outer clothing.

 

“Then I’ll go with you.”

 

“Where to…?”

 

“Where else? Your studio.”

 

My condition during the penalty must have looked quite bad, as the other members also glanced around before getting up one by one.

 

“Are you guys coming too?”

 

“If Eden Hyung collapses again like in the practice room, it would be hard for Hajun Hyung alone to move Eden Hyung.”

 

“Doby, could you grab that blanket on the sofa armrest?”

 

“But can’t you all take off those damn masks?”

 

So all five of us headed to my studio together. Gyeon Hajun’s driving skills weren’t excellent, but he did reasonably well.

 

“Hey! Yoon Eden! Don’t tell me you came here in the evening and were eating this stuff? Hey, Doby! Youngest Member! Don’t eat it! Hands off!”

 

“Geez, I’m already sick enough to die, and Eldest Hyung is trying to kill me.”

 

With the members behind me—I couldn’t tell if they came to take care of me or to raid my studio’s snacks—I continued working on the song in the studio.

 

“Ugh, some tissue please…”

 

This damn system seemed to want to decorate the final finale of the penalty with coughing up blood, as I felt the metallic taste in my throat and reached out my hand.

 

Let me say this again—making a fuss is only possible when you have the strength in your body. I somehow endured it by forcibly swallowing the blood that was coming back up.

 

 

 

[00:00:00]

 

 

 

As the penalty ended, my physical condition returned to normal as if nothing had happened.

 

No, it actually seemed like I was more energetic than before receiving the penalty.

 

I spat the blood stuck in my throat into a tissue and jumped up.

 

“Alright, since we’re all here together anyway, let’s each try singing our parts once! So I can make corrections right away!”

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