A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 215

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Initial Intentions Episode 215

“You used a computer to write this, right? Please, please tell me that’s what it is, hyung…!”

Faced with the tattoo clearly visible before his eyes, Kim Dobin resorted to escapism.

Cigarettes could just be thrown away, but tattoos would remain on the body unless surgically removed!

Moreover, when he had casually asked Yoon Eden before if he was thinking about getting a tattoo, Yoon Eden had flatly refused without hesitation.

Our Eden hyung had absolutely zero intention of getting a tattoo!

Kim Dobin still vividly remembered the reason Yoon Eden had given.

It was an answer that went far beyond the expected range of reasons like worrying about regretting it later, parents disliking it, or thinking tattoos looked uncool.

‘Hey, do you know how dangerous tattoos are? If you’re unlucky, you could get hepatitis C!’

It was truly a reason befitting a health fanatic.

“Does this look like computer scribbles to your eyes?”

As if delivering a finishing blow to Kim Dobin who was trembling with the possibility it might be a real tattoo, Yoon Eden rubbed the short English sentence written in elegant cursive script with his thumb right in front of Kim Dobin’s eyes.

Seeing the sentence without even a hint of smudging, Kim Dobin began desperately trying to come up with happy assumptions in other directions.

“Then a tattoo sticker? Henna? Anyway, it comes off, right? It comes off, right? Even though hyung smoked cigarettes and dirtied health fanatic Eden hyung’s lungs with tar, surely you wouldn’t do something as thoughtless as getting a tattoo on your body, hahaha…”

“It’s a real tattoo.”

Kim Dobin’s laughter, which had been flowing out as if he were in a daze, was cut short by that brief statement.

Seeing the expression of ‘we’re fucked’ clearly appearing on his face, Yoon Eden scratched his head.

How should I explain this to him, or should I not?

‘Even if I explain it to him, it’s uncertain whether this guy will properly convey it anyway.’

Don’t words get distorted the more they’re passed along? Making a groaning sound, Yoon Eden opened his phone memo app.

Actually, when he first made the tattoo shop reservation, it wasn’t with good intentions.

The clean backs of hands, forearms, nape, and collarbones he was seeing after so long felt awkward, but that wasn’t all.

He couldn’t deny that there was an intention to ruin things out of spite, thinking it was unfair that while he had lived a shitty life, this version was living happily.

But now that he knew this world was the result of regression, the malicious feelings he had toward his current body had disappeared.

He was also quite pleased to have a healthy body that didn’t need alcohol and cigarettes after so long.

However, since that person was also Yoon Eden, he could very well predict how Yoon Eden would react when his memories of the past few days were erased.

Excuses about parallel world versions of himself or being possessed by ghosts wouldn’t work even if they went in one ear and out the other, and he’d probably throw a fit saying there must be something wrong with his brain and demand a brain MRI.

To be precise, it wasn’t a parallel world but mental regression.

So since he had already made the tattoo shop reservation anyway, instead of becoming a no-show customer, he decided to leave behind evidence that Yoon Eden with past memories couldn’t deny.

He looked down for a moment at the sentence carved on the inside of his right forearm.

𝑇𝑜 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚

“But what does this mean?”

“Look it up yourself. Is your smartphone just for show?”

Embarrassed to say the meaning with his own mouth, he just threw criticism at Kim Dobin for no reason.

To freely bloom. To bloom freely.

It was his favorite sentence.

Don’t live like the pre-regression Yoon Eden who couldn’t bloom and withered away despite having this sentence tattooed on his body, but bloom freely this time with this new opportunity.

This time he had each letter carved with that wish.

“So you only got this one, right?”

At Kim Dobin’s question, still not giving up his last hope, Yoon Eden rolled up his sleeve to show his left forearm.

A watercolor tattoo of a flowering branch with two pink blossoms was clearly embedded there.

“…Azalea?”

“Royal azalea, you idiot. Can’t you even tell the difference between azaleas and royal azaleas?”

When he reflexively blurted out the flower name that came to mind, Yoon Eden corrected him with criticism.

Was this tattoo strange? No, even Kim Dobin with his untrained eye thought it was pretty. That was the problem.

Looking blankly at the excessively bright pink royal azaleas that seemed too vibrant to be on a fierce-looking adult man’s body, Kim Dobin muttered.

“I don’t know about the right arm, but this left arm tattoo doesn’t seem like Eden hyung’s taste at all.”

The English sentence tattoo was at least cool, but this one really seemed like something Yoon Eden would immediately throw a fit about wanting removed.

“Snakes, tigers, skulls, tribal designs, something like that would make sense…”

Was his taste that easy to read? Yoon Eden’s expression became sour as he watched Kim Dobin mention one by one the things that had been drawn on his thirty-year-old body.

“Oh, really? Should I go get those too then?”

As soon as he casually asked and pretended to get up, Kim Dobin clung to him with his whole body.

His firm determination to prevent any more tattoos was evident.

“But what if Eden hyung gets angry when he sees you got tattoos like these?”

Faced with Kim Dobin’s realistic worry, Yoon Eden shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, if he knows the meaning, he definitely won’t get angry.”

Both before and now, his favorite flower wasn’t royal azaleas but flashy roses. Still, there was a reason he specifically chose royal azaleas.

“Ah, so there was a meaning to it?”

“Did you think I got it just because pink flowers were pretty?”

Kim Dobin, who had been relieved for a moment, drooped again and muttered.

“Aaaah, what if Eden hyung asks why there are tattoos on his body and gets angry asking why I didn’t stop you…?”

Anyway, he had tattoos in two places on his body even at twenty-four before, so contrary to Kim Dobin’s worries, it wouldn’t particularly matter. It was the same location and the same tattoo design as back then.

This should be convincing enough.

Knowing better than anyone his past self who hadn’t avoided tattoos because he disliked them but because he was scared of hepatitis C even though he wanted them, he had no particular regrets.

And having lived through it, even with more than ten tattoos on his body, he never got hepatitis C.

After finishing writing in his memo app and fidgeting with the cigarette pack he had secretly bought, Yoon Eden chuckled.

Putting smoking aside for now, Yoon Eden got up and gestured to Kim Dobin.

“Let’s go.”

“Where to?”

“Where to? Whe-re to? Isn’t the song due today? Whether it turns out like porridge or rice, we need to finish and send it first.”

Kim Dobin, who had said four syllables stupidly and got it back doubled, hurriedly got up lest he get scolded again.

Seo Yehyeon, who spotted the two leaving the dormitory, called out to them.

“Where are you guys going? Oh, Yoon Eden, you need to apologize to Manager Hyung. At least tell your roommate Dobin where you’re going before leaving. I thought my heart was going to drop in the early morning.”

Yoon Eden’s expression was strange as he watched Seo Yehyeon grumbling at him. Seeing that expression, Seo Yehyeon realized his mistake and nudged Kim Dobin, whispering.

“Dobin, but is that parallel world stuff really true? He seemed fine when I saw him in the practice room today.”

Seeing Seo Yehyeon continuously glancing at him while asking, Yoon Eden chuckled lightly.

After seeing Seo Yehyeon’s appearance in the practice room, his reason for hostility had disappeared.

‘His skills… have improved a lot.’

The bewilderment he felt when facing Seo Yehyeon whose skills had improved far beyond the pre-regression Seo Yehyeon.

The way he casually talked to him and criticized him was also quite unfamiliar.

Had he been too arbitrary in judging and ignoring someone who could have grown more? A slight sense of doubt washed over him.

“Seo Yehyeon.”

When he called him as he used to before, Seo Yehyeon looked around in confusion.

“That guy, I mean that person is thirty years old, right? Then I shouldn’t feel bad about that way of addressing me, right?”

Hearing the whispering to Kim Dobin clearly, Yoon Eden corrected his form of address.

“Yehyeon hyung.”

“Huh, huh? Yes? What? No, yeah…?”

Unable to figure out how to respond and looking confused, Yoon Eden chuckled and replied to Seo Yehyeon.

“Just. Because I wanted to call you that at least once.”

Because he wanted to call you that at least once.

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Yoon Eden’s studio, where he had come to finish the final song.

The result of Kim Dobin’s work, created while enduring all sorts of criticism and harsh words, echoed through the room.

‘It seems pretty decent, I think?’

Listening to what could arguably be called the finest result among all the work he’d done as part of his enjoyable composition games with Yoon Eden so far, Kim Dobin smiled with satisfaction.

When that part ended, Yoon Eden set it to repeat from the beginning and tapped his fingers on the desk while resting his chin on his hand.

Suddenly hearing the part Yoon Eden had composed, his own work that had felt quite decent just moments ago now felt completely inadequate, and his soaring confidence deflated once again.

“The original song and the part you composed don’t connect well at all. But I can’t figure out exactly where it starts going wrong…”

Yoon Eden dragged the mouse cursor back to replay the song, continuing to tap the table in a steady rhythm while muttering with a serious expression.

“And the song itself is also-“

Yoon Eden stopped mid-sentence. This wasn’t something worth telling Kim Dobin.

He started to open his memo app again, then shook his head and turned off his phone screen.

This couldn’t be solved with advice – it was a problem that could only be understood through direct experience.

“I think I’d know more precisely if we recorded a guide track, but with your singing ability, Kim Dobin, that’s impossible, right?”

“Then how about if you do it, hyung?”

Kim Dobin timidly shot back at the displeased tongue-clicking remark.

Considering that Yoon Eden’s singing ability ranked roughly 4th in Reve, it was quite a comeback.

Thanks to the Demon Eden therapy, Kim Dobin’s courage had grown considerably. The fact that the current Eden was much more exorcised than the early Demon Eden also played a part.

“Are you making fun of me right now?”

At the glaring question, Kim Dobin quickly looked down. Even if exorcised, a demon was still a demon.

Since both of their singing abilities were similar anyway, and knowing that hell would begin if he entered the recording booth, Kim Dobin desperately racked his brain to find a solution.

“Let’s leave it to Hajun hyung. Hasn’t Hajun hyung always been in charge of guide vocals?”

At those words, Yoon Eden paused.

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