A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 211

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Initial Intentions Episode 211

“Um… could it be because the equipment isn’t the latest model? Or maybe because it’s not the equipment you’re used to, so it doesn’t feel right in your hands?”

As if mocking Kim Dobin who had offered the most hopeful options possible, Yoon Eden took a deep drag of his cigarette and replied while exhaling thick smoke like a sigh.

“I’m not doing music anymore.”

Yoon Eden shoved his still trembling hands into his pockets to hide them and got up from his chair, trudging back to the sofa.

Watching the somehow pitiful-looking back of his hyung who had always seemed reliable and imposing, Kim Dobin doubted his own ears for a moment.

At least for Kim Dobin, Yoon Eden without passion for music was no different from Luffy giving up his dream of becoming the Pirate King.

That’s how nonsensical it sounded.

“Ah, this must be a dream.”

Finally, even Kim Dobin began denying reality.

“Right, how could a parallel world Eden hyung suddenly possess the real Eden hyung’s body and act like this? Ahaha, I should quit webtoons and web novels for a while like Hajun hyung said.”

Once again, it wasn’t a parallel world but regression. It was just that due to Cha Yeonho’s schemes, the regression was proceeding in a direction the system didn’t want.

Kim Dobin, who had been slapping his own cheeks, rubbed his swollen and stinging cheeks while muttering.

“They say if it hurts, it’s real.”

Perhaps because he had experienced too much in such a short time, sitting next to Yoon Eden in front of that monitor and playing that unenjoyable composition game felt like something from the distant past.

Now, he felt like he could happily play that composition game for 5 straight hours.

“You loved it. You said it was your everything. But why…”

Recalling Yoon Eden’s appearance when dealing with music and creation, looking happier than ever as if he had gotten a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Kim Dobin trailed off.

“Did I love it…?”

With a cigarette in his mouth, Yoon Eden asked back in a muffled voice like he was talking to himself.

“Yeah, I might have loved it. But now just facing it is painful, so how could I love it?”

Only then did Kim Dobin realize that Yoon Eden had never once sat in the chair where he used to always sit when he came to the studio.

That Yoon Eden had always only sat on the sofa at the back of the studio.

“Are you in a slump?”

“A slump?”

Yoon Eden mockingly repeated Kim Dobin’s single word and snickered.

“At least that’s something you can overcome.”

Raising his hand to look up at his clean hand without a single tattoo with empty eyes, Yoon Eden quietly murmured.

“A fall would be more fitting.”

When affection becomes twisted, it turns into hatred. That’s what happened with the KICKS guys, the crew hyungs, Gyeon Hajun, and music.

Enough to grab by the collar, enough to pour out curses and cut ties, enough to throw a cell phone saying he couldn’t stand the sight of them.

And enough to throw something at equipment without hesitation to smash it, exactly that much hatred.

At least with a wrongly buttoned first button, you know where it went wrong.

When you realize that all the affection you poured out meant nothing to the other party, that emptiness and helplessness, and that sense of betrayal…

Yoon Eden looked down at his cell phone as if he didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

“I wonder if he’s still around…? I first got it at twenty-four, so… he said it was his second year… he’s still doing it now.”

Muttering to himself while skillfully searching for an account and sending a DM to the account owner, Kim Dobin carefully asked Yoon Eden.

“But we have to send this by the day after tomorrow, so what do we do?”

Flipping through feeds with black and gray tattoo designs, Yoon Eden replied indifferently.

“Isn’t there anyone on the team who can compose? Right, there wouldn’t be. There wasn’t back then either. Why, that guy. That great LnL exclusive composer. The one who had his life nicely reversed with . Just leave it to that person.”

The sarcasm filled with twisted emotions even felt malicious.

” isn’t our song, it’s Altair’s song…”

And while that song was good, Altair didn’t even hit big enough to win a grand prize with it, so was it really a song that could reverse someone’s life? Wasn’t the grand prize-winning song ?

It was a reasonable doubt that Kim Dobin, who didn’t know about Rev’s reverse run myth, could have. Yoon Eden waved his hand dismissively.

“Really? Then there’s no choice. Either send it unfinished, or you four figure it out yourselves.”

“For now, the person who can compose is… me.”

At Kim Dobin’s confident words, Yoon Eden looked up with a displeased expression.

“Making jokes like that won’t improve my mood. Or what, are you trying to make me feel threatened?”

The serious face without a hint of sarcasm hurt Kim Dobin’s feelings even more.

“It’s true. You might not know, but you taught me.”

“Your real hyung?”

“No way. Our Eden hyung.”

And Kim Dobin, who had been hesitating whether to say this or not, blurted it out.

“And our exclusive composer is you, hyung.”

At the same time as those words, Yoon Eden’s personal account opened with his touch. As soon as the feed opened, Yoon Eden’s finger twitched at the two-shot with Lee Yongcheol that appeared.

“…What the hell is this place.”

Fixing his gaze on Lee Yongcheol’s brightly smiling face, he muttered in a suppressed voice.

“Fuck, what the hell is this! Why, why…!”

The purposeless questions that burst out convulsively with anger couldn’t find an end and just circled in emptiness.

that became Rev’s song. A song in his composition style that was on the set list.

His name brazenly written in the lyrics and composition credits.

Lee Yongcheol preserved on his personal account.

The Rev members who looked close.

Yoon Eden, who had raised his cell phone high as if to throw it immediately, weakly lowered his hand and covered his face.

“It makes even less sense that this isn’t a dream…”

Kim Dobin hesitated in front of Yoon Eden, who was trembling for a long time with his face covered, unable to approach him.

He instinctively realized that comfort wasn’t his role.

When Yoon Eden finally calmed down and raised his head, there wasn’t a single trace of tears on his face.

“Hey, give it a try.”

Brushing up his disheveled bangs, Yoon Eden jerked his chin toward Kim Dobin.

“What? What should I try?”

“You said you learned composition from me. Try completing it, Kim Dobin. I’ll at least give you feedback.”

Although he only had memories of constant nagging and scolding, Kim Dobin sat in front of the monitor with a determined expression to try something.

Glancing at the time, he judged that if he showed his composition results in front of Eden hyung in this state, Demon Eden would descend again, so he activated time killing.

“Eden hyung, were you close with me over there? You seem relatively gentle with me.”

“Don’t talk nonsense and focus on your work. Are you such a genius? Sticking your nose into everything and having all sorts of useless curiosity while also being able to whip up compositions?”

But when Kim Dobin activated glancing back every 30 seconds, Yoon Eden frowned and spat out through gritted teeth.

“We weren’t close. How could we be close when you fucking look at me like an abused dog whenever you see me, keeping your mouth shut, and sneaking away.”

Stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray, Yoon Eden let out a short sigh.

“And send me some videos of your concert choreography.”

At Yoon Eden’s words, Kim Dobin blinked.

“Are you going to participate in practice?”

“I can’t keep doing this forever. At least during practice we don’t have to talk, it’s more annoying to have to face each other and explain things.”

Yoon Eden replied with an annoyed expression.

“You’ve run out of excuses to squeeze out too, right? Or what, are you going to come with a cast on your leg?”

“No! I’d be very grateful if hyung participated in practice! Right now the other members are treating me almost like your spokesperson!”

Worried that Yoon Eden might change his mind, Kim Dobin nodded frantically.

“But hyung, it’s about time to head back to our dormitory.”

“How much did you get done?”

“Um… about 5%?”

“We’ll work on it properly tomorrow, so stop here for today.”

Opening his cigarette pack, Yoon Eden gestured toward Kim Dobin.

“I’m going to smoke a cigarette before going to the dormitory, so you go down to the car first.”

“Yes, I’ll prepare some Febreze too.”

As soon as Kim Dobin left the studio, Yoon Eden lit another cigarette. After smoking a pack a day, trying to smoke less than half a pack was killing him.

‘There’d be chaos if I smoked at the dormitory.’

He thought about going out to the veranda to smoke at night when everyone was asleep, but aside from the risk of being photographed, there was no guarantee that guy who was so sensitive about his sleeping place wouldn’t wake up from the cigarette smell.

“Really… troublesome to the very end, Gyeon Hajun…”

He smiled bitterly as he lit the end of his cigarette.

[System stabilization at 60%]

Yoon Eden rubbed his eyes at the status window that suddenly appeared before him.

“It’s not even a side effect from sleeping pills, and now I’m seeing things after all this. Is it because of lack of sleep?”

The moment he took another drag of his cigarette, a sharp pain struck him.

[Smoking detected.]

[Initial Heart Points –2]

“What the hell!”

Startled, Yoon Eden hastily pulled the cigarette from his mouth and looked around frantically.

[Profanity detected.]

[Initial Heart Points –2]

Once again, sharp pain stabbed at him painfully.

If it were the original Yoon Eden, he would be saying something like “Yeah, I’m used to it now so it doesn’t hurt at all? If you increase the pain intensity from here, wouldn’t that be abusing Yoon Eden?” without even batting an eye, but the current Yoon Eden has no tolerance for this kind of pain…

“What kind of pain is at the level of a tattoo needle stabbing? Damn familiar.”

[Profanity detected.]

[Initial Heart Points –2]

Ignoring the sharp stabbing pain that came again, Yoon Eden glared intensely at the status window floating before him.

“Initial Heart Points? What’s this supposed to be? Am I really seeing all sorts of things because this is a dream? What happens when these Initial Heart Points or whatever reach 0?”

[You die.]

Thud, the cigarette in Yoon Eden’s hand fell to the floor.

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