A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 293

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Initial Intentions Episode 293

Since I couldn’t do something like Kim Dobin would do – making a big fuss over such a trivial reason and waking up all the members in the middle of the night – I calmly settled my mind, turned on the room light, and began verification.

“Dancing… if I dance at this hour, we’ll get noise complaints from downstairs… try rapping once.”

At my confident demand, Seo Yehyeon, who had his arms firmly crossed, snorted.

“If I do well, you’ll make another fuss asking ‘who are you?’, right?”

Pass.

As soon as I heard that annoying response, I felt relieved. That’s definitely Seo Yehyeon.

If that Seo Yehyeon had obediently followed my words and rapped, then it would have truly been something wearing Seo Yehyeon’s mask.

“Why, did you also practice rapping intensively behind closed doors? You seem very confident?”

Facing a face that showed no signs of sleepiness, I chuckled jokingly and asked. It was clearly a joke mixed with memes I’d seen on the internet, but Seo Yehyeon’s face turned bright red.

…Did he really do it? To miss such a great spectacle was truly regrettable.

As I was laughing like crazy, Seo Yehyeon grabbed my pillow. At the angle of the pillow that looked ready to strike my head any moment, I waved my hands meaning I understood and wouldn’t tease him anymore.

“But seriously, nothing strange possessed you, right? How did you wake up hearing my groaning? You couldn’t even get up when I carried you and threw you on the living room sofa.”

“I didn’t wake up from your groaning, I couldn’t sleep from the beginning. Satisfied? I was trying to show off a bit, but instead I’m being treated like I’m possessed by a ghost.”

Seo Yehyeon grumbled while continuously fanning his still flushed face with his hand.

“You?”

Knowing Seo Yehyeon well, who would close his eyes like clockwork and fall asleep as soon as it was bedtime, I blinked as I didn’t particularly believe that excuse either.

“Thanks to Dobin. That guy’s 5-shot americano.”

Seo Yehyeon placed his hand on his chest area, saying his heart was still beating too fast because of it, and slightly frowned.

So Seo Yehyeon was the victim the guys were talking about.

Now that I’d figured out the whole story, I relaxed and let the tension leave my body.

If something had really possessed Seo Yehyeon, I was going to wake up Kim Dobin, who claimed to be Catholic, and make him perform an exorcism, but fortunately that wasn’t necessary. There’s no way the cowardly Kim Dobin would have cooperated willingly.

Then I would have inevitably had to yell at Kim Dobin.

“But what kind of crazy dream did you have to groan like that? Did you dream about getting eliminated in the first round of the finals? Are you that nervous about tomorrow’s first final stage?”

From what he was asking, it seemed Seo Yehyeon didn’t even know what the content of the first round of finals was. Getting eliminated in the first round of finals meant not being able to go on stage. Well, he would have had to watch previous DTB seasons to know.

“As if something like that would burden me.”

Though Gongchul’s subtle expression was bothering me, I trusted Gongchul’s desire to appear as a producer on DTB for a long, long time and the DTB script that would exist anyway, more than Gongchul’s conscience.

Let Gongchul try choosing insider hip-hop at this point and eliminate me. He could easily live a long life just on the criticism he’d get after episodes 8 or 9 end. Besides, there was no revival round for me to climb back up now.

“It was just really a crazy dream. A crazy dream where a song Dobin composed became the CEO’s pick.”

As I roughly messed up my hair and told him the dream content, Seo Yehyeon muttered with a troubled expression.

“That somehow seems realistic though…”

“What did you say?”

When I asked back in shock, Seo Yehyeon shook his head briefly and let out a deep sigh.

“No, it’s just that the CEO has no sense, so it seems like something that could totally happen. I still remember the song he brought during our debut. It was so shocking.”

Right, that was the first time Seo Yehyeon rebelled by threatening to leave the team. It must have been really bad for early Seo Yehyeon, who was so uncooperative, to step up like that.

“If you’re having dreams like that, you must be pretty stressed about the song work. At least consult with Hajun about it. You’re not planning to tell me or the youngest members anyway.”

“Yeah.”

While responding carelessly, I didn’t bother to include Seo Yehyeon’s advice in my options. I didn’t want to burden Gyeon Hajun mentally with my problems.

Once was enough for the experience of Gyeon Hajun letting me go because of the burden I placed on him.

Seo Yehyeon, who let out a short sigh, turned off the room light again.

“You have to go on stage tomorrow. At least you should go back to sleep quickly. I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep tonight.”

Seo Yehyeon pressed under his eyes, saying it was fortunate there was no schedule tomorrow. Glancing back at Seo Yehyeon returning to bed and lying down, I also lay on the bed and pulled the blanket up to my neck.

“Hyung, you know what?”

At my sudden question, Seo Yehyeon only turned his body to look at me.

“The ones going on stage tomorrow are those who passed the first round of finals.”

“Why bring that up?”

At his expression and look that seemed to ask why I called him just to say that, I chuckled and said.

“No, it just sounded like you were certain I’d pass the first round of finals.”

The face I expected to be completely crumpled or disgusted was unexpectedly indifferent.

“When I’ve been constantly listening to and being compared with your rap, shouldn’t I have at least that much confidence?”

Feeling a heavier trust than any formulaic encouragement, I let out a hollow laugh and closed my eyes. Right, we could become this kind of relationship.

* * *

The first round of finals stage, microphone selection day.

The four of us – me, Seven Kick, IJM, and No Name – were waiting backstage with the producers.

Team G1&AJA’s first round of finals stage was reaching its climax. It was no different from meaning our team’s selection time was also approaching.

The tension flowing between the four of us standing silently grew thicker. Seven Kick adjusted his cap with sweaty hands.

When Gongchul and BQ9 were called by the production crew, IJM spat out a diss as if he’d been waiting.

“Go to Gocheok wearing that outfit. There’s a game today.”

“It’s not a team uniform, it’s self-made, hyung.”

I smiled weakly at IJM and struck back with a counter-diss.

“Tsk, how tacky. Don’t you know about self-made uniforms?”

Seven Kick openly sighed deeply and added a word to the counter-diss. No Name couldn’t bring himself to join this semi-nerve war and diss battle, just rolling his eyes.

Yupi and Geek Seung, drenched in sweat, came down from the stage. Sapo was eliminated from this team of three. It was an expected result.

“Good work. The stage was perfect!”

AJA patted Yupi’s back vigorously and smiled satisfactorily. Since Yupi was also one of the three strong championship candidates along with me and Skoen, AJA’s shoulders were tense in front of me, another championship candidate.

Now the time for microphone selection had truly arrived.

The four from Team G1&AJA seemed inwardly curious about the results of our team, who were just placed in the moment of selection, as they didn’t return straight to the waiting room but lingered around us.

Jiwon hyung, wearing sunglasses instead of his usual yellow-tinted glasses, was staring intently at Gongchul with his arms crossed as if he knew something.

Until just moments ago, incomparable tension had been circling the backstage. Finally, Gongchul opened his mouth.

“The team going up to today’s first round of finals is…”

Gongchul’s hand holding the microphone, at the center of everyone’s gaze, moved smoothly.

* * *

In the audience standing section in front of the stage, Miss Jeong was looking at the stage with shining eyes while tightly gripping a DROP THE BEAT 4 slogan.

Finally, it was the turn of Team Gongchul&BQ9 she’d been waiting for, which was essentially Yoon Eden’s team for her.

Miss Jeong was active on Twitter under the nickname 1001 Mong (@thousandonemong).

For the fortune of today’s DTB first round of finals live viewing, she had definitely endured missing the rabbit hat and crop tee and three-piece suit and the first reveal of Cheese Goyeong Eden, and persevered through the bank robber and hiking club president and Gung Ye.

Isn’t life about how misfortune can turn to fortune and disaster to blessing?

Actually, Miss Jeong didn’t particularly like DTB. It was rather close to the realm of dislike.

Her younger brother, who lived at home eating hot meals and receiving allowance, was pretending to be a rapper and doing some bottom-tier hardship cosplay in some Harlem wannabe scene – how could she like DTB, which was crawling with guys like her younger brother?

If it weren’t for her ultimate bias Yoon Eden appearing this time, she wouldn’t have even glanced at DTB, which was just swarming with clones of her damn younger brother.

Her brother had even appeared on DTB twice.

DTB Season 3, which he entered boasting he’d make the whole family live in luxury, showed his face for exactly 3 seconds in the first preliminary round before getting eliminated, and DTB 4 was problematic because he didn’t even make it on TV.

Then he came home whining that he was eliminated because many idol rappers with recognition and broadcast experience like Yoon Eden had applied.

She was stressed even before DTB aired because it was obvious that guys like her younger brother, who couldn’t grasp their own level, would tear down her baby.

Unable to overcome that dislike and stress, she sometimes avoided watching and had painful experiences.

Though they said if you’re eliminated in the first round of finals you can’t even go on stage, she had firm faith. Firm faith that her baby would never be eliminated here and would come up on stage wearing stage outfits that matched her aesthetics.

The beat rang out along with the melody of the intro laid over the beat.

Sweat seeped from her hands gripping the slogan tightly.

Two people were finally walking out to the center of the opened stage screen.

Miss Jeong widened her eyes against the lighting and took in Yoon Eden’s outfit. Then she cheered inwardly.

‘Crazy, a baseball uniform!’

The sports headband stylishly placed on Yoon Eden’s forehead, the baseball uniform that male idols occasionally wore as a concept, and the black paint cutely applied under his eyes.

It was an outfit she’d hoped he’d wear with the Rev members in a concept photo, but since baseball uniforms came in infinite forms, Miss Jeong (feat. 1001 Mong) was very happy to be able to see this live.

Miss Jeong’s gaze, which had been focused only on Yoon Eden, briefly reached the rapper next to Yoon Eden. She made a brief assessment.

‘Oh, the one next to him… really looks like a baseball player.’

Yoon Eden’s strategy of dressing Seven Kick in a suitable idol look could be considered quite successful in many ways.

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