A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 384

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Initial Intentions Episode 384

Since we had all heard from Manager Hyung before about us moving dormitories, everyone looked at me with expressions that said ‘is this really worth calling us together to talk about?’

Did no one realize the seriousness of this statement? These clueless guys. Even I immediately raised objections to the CEO as soon as I heard it.

As I clicked my tongue looking at our members who were all disgustingly oblivious, Ryu Jaehee muttered with a displeased expression.

“Why do I suddenly feel so off…? Like I’m being ignored through hints by someone who’s disgustingly clueless…?”

Right, since you at least realized that much, youngest member, I’ll give you special credit for only half-missing the hint.

Seo Yehyeon, who had been carefully mulling over my words, slowly opened his mouth.

“Wait, in a week? Don’t tell me it’s not the date we need to start packing, but the actual moving date is in a week?”

“Yeah, the moving date is in a week.”

Finally realizing the seriousness of the situation, the other members’ faces also became suddenly serious.

“Then we need to start packing from today at the latest. We’ll lose a whole day on New Year’s Day because of the music show.”

Gyeon Hajun said with a frown. That meant we’d essentially have to throw away what we needed to discard and pack everything in just six days.

We can forget about making any year-end plans. I let out a short sigh, recalling how it took a full day just to move room belongings when we changed roommates.

“No, why did they set the moving date so tight? If they were going to do this, they should have told us at least 2 weeks in advance.”

Seo Yehyeon muttered while rubbing his brow with a headache expression. It was exactly the same thing I had said to the CEO, word for word, which gave me slight chills.

Does that guy share a brain with me? I tried to chase away the ridiculous thought that even I thought was something Kim Dobin would think, and relayed exactly what I had heard from the CEO.

“I actually questioned him about it too, but he said when we moved from the semi-basement dormitory, packing took less than a week, so he thought a week would be enough this time too.”

“That was because the dormitory was so cramped back then! And except for me, you guys all took your stuff to your family homes whenever the seasons changed! Because there was absolutely no space to keep belongings in the dormitory!”

After hearing my answer, Seo Yehyeon beat his chest with an expression of complete frustration.

Unlike when we lived in the semi-basement, we now even had a room we could use as a dressing room, so we had freely piled up out-of-season clothes, miscellaneous items, gifts, and other belongings in the dressing room.

In other words, the moving boxes we had to pack were several times more than during our first dormitory move.

“Let’s try packing as much as we can for now, and if it really doesn’t work out, we’ll have to ask for a delay. I already got the packing boxes for moving.”

I gestured toward the unassembled packing boxes I had left by the entrance.

“The worries I was having just a moment ago feel so pointless now. Thank you so much, agency, for solving my concerns this way.”

Gyeon Hajun made a subtly pointed remark as he sat up from the sofa where he had been lying down. It seemed his acting concerns had taken a backseat to the move that had suddenly approached within a week.

Still, having seen him like this several times, the members no longer showed surprise or found it unexpected when Gyeon Hajun acted this way.

Well, there have been quite a lot of incidents so far to maintain that kind, gentle, and mature image.

“Alright, let’s start packing now. I think it would be best to organize the dressing room first. Throw away what needs to be thrown away, and each person should gather their own things and put them in boxes so belongings don’t get mixed up.”

Still, his motherly aspect of the group remained unchanged. Just now I almost unconsciously answered “Yes, mom.”

At Gyeon Hajun’s urging, everyone sluggishly got up. All eyes turned toward the dressing room.

It was called a dressing room, but since we kept our personal clothes and accessories in our own room closets, that dressing room was nothing more than a storage room where all five of our clothes and belongings were mixed together.

“When I go in there to clean, it’s no joke… It’s practically a mountain of stuff.”

“Ugh, if I knew this would happen, I should have organized things regularly.”

With belated regret, I opened the dressing room door with a bang.

The reason we five didn’t clash in dormitory life was simple. Our cleanliness standards were all roughly similar.

No one was particularly messy with the dormitory, and no one was particularly obsessive about cleanliness either.

The ones who lived relatively neatly were Seo Yehyeon and Gyeon Hajun, but they were only ‘relatively’ tidy among the five of us – it’s not like they cleaned even invisible places to an obsessive-compulsive level.

They only kept visible places like their own rooms neatly organized. I had seen those two carelessly toss out-of-season clothes into the dressing room too.

So the dressing room, which was usually kept tightly closed and was an ‘invisible place,’ was…

“This doesn’t look like something we can finish organizing in just one day…”

“Didn’t we make this dressing room to organize our clothes and belongings? Why has it become a giant trash can…?”

“It’s truly deplorable that no one thought to organize this place while cleaning.”

“Well, that’s just like us.”

It was nothing short of a disaster.

The first thing we did after coming to our senses was to sort through the roughly piled clothes and find each of our summer clothes.

“Whose is this?”

“Obviously hyung’s. Who else among us suits that pastel tone color besides hyung?”

“This short-sleeve shirt… is it mine?”

“No, that’s mine, Jun. I think this one’s yours?”

“Yoon Eden! Isn’t this yours?”

“Is it?”

“Oh? That’s mine, hyung!”

No matter how distinct each of our fashion preferences were, it was difficult to distinguish the owners of t-shirts and short-sleeve shirts with similar designs at a glance.

Especially if there were overlapping points in fashion taste.

“Ugh, Ryu Jaehee, stop copying my fashion from now on. I’m dying from the hassle of distinguishing your clothes from mine.”

“Ah, why? We can just organize them properly so they don’t get mixed up from now on.”

It was especially difficult to distinguish between my clothes and Ryu Jaehee’s, who had been copying my fashion. In the past, I would have distinguished them by size difference, but now that Ryu Jaehee had grown a lot, that method wasn’t easy either.

“Hajun, you and I have quite a lot of overlapping clothes too?”

“Isn’t it because hyung can’t wear knits in summer, so you dress in a neat style?”

“Sigh, exactly. If we had moved in winter, all these would be winter clothes, so it would have been easy to find just my clothes.”

They seemed to be experiencing difficulties with unintentionally overlapping summer fashion styles as well.

“If you find any hoodies, throw them over here!”

Only Kim Dobin, who was just throwing short-sleeve hoodies to one side, didn’t have to endure this mind-splitting pain.

“No, winter clothes would have been like this too. How did everyone find theirs?”

“I took a few first and came here to pick up whatever I needed. After doing that for a few months, all the winter clothes ended up in my room closet.”

“Oh, me too.”

“Huh, I did that too.”

“…I have nothing to say because it’s exactly the same as what I did.”

Only after investing several hours were we finally able to deal with the mountain of piled clothes. How nice it would be if this was the end.

“There’s no way we organized those clothes hanging on the rack by owner either, right…?”

“There’s no way we did something so meticulous.”

Another round of finding our own clothes began.

The clothes organizing only finished when the sun was setting. But that was the lowest difficulty task, the prelude to real suffering.

“I guess we have no choice but to open all those shoe boxes one by one?”

“Hey, hats! The snapbacks would all be Yoon Eden’s, but whose cap is this?”

“Not all snapbacks are mine, okay? Hey, Kim Dobin! Take it! Wait, I think that cap is mine?”

“Oh, whose backpack is this? Where did you buy it?”

“That’s mine, man! Coveting my fashion is ingrained in your instincts!”

Eventually, exhausted from organizing the dressing room, we gave up on finding the owners of items. Gyeon Hajun, who had been the first to suggest organizing the entire dressing room today, was the first to surrender.

“Let’s just start by cleaning up our individual rooms first. At this rate, we’ll be stuck here for a whole week.”

“Right, let’s clean this area last. If worst comes to worst, we can just pack everything into a few boxes and sort out the owners again at the new dormitory.”

Come to think of it, there was no need to waste time here trying to find everyone’s clothes and belongings.

“At the next dormitory, let’s really keep the dressing room organized. Everyone should clearly separate their own clothes.”

Seo Yehyeon said in a quite tired voice as he gathered an armful of his clothes. But it was obvious that the dressing room at the next dormitory would end up in the same state.

We placed large trash bags in the middle areas of the rooms and started by throwing away the useless things in the rooms first. Still, since we had moving experience once before, we could throw away unnecessary items without regret.

“When packing, everyone be careful not to throw away gifts from fans.”

At my warning, everyone was double-checking the things they had brought to the trash bags. Ryu Jaehee casually suggested.

“Should we stop receiving support gifts from fans now? Senior groups seem to be gradually stopping too.”

“Let’s do that. Why make fans spend money and time unnecessarily.”

I thought we should tell the agency later to post an announcement, and continued packing.

Ryu Jaehee, who came to get extra boxes because the ones I had given weren’t enough, clicked his tongue.

“There’s too much stuff, isn’t there? I should take the support gifts to my family home temporarily. We might lose them during the move.”

Hmm, the fortune cookie definitely told me to meddle, didn’t it.

“Take the support gifts with you and leave other things at your family home.”

“Why? Wouldn’t it be frustrating if we lose them during the move? It could become an issue if they get lost.”

“It’s better than fans discovering them being sold on Joonggonara after you leave them at your family home.”

As soon as those words ended, Ryu Jaehee’s expression looking at me hardened stiffly.

“Hyung, even so, that’s my younger sibling. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

I let out a deep sigh watching Ryu Jaehee’s back as he turned around sharply and walked away.

“Hey, even if Jaehee’s younger sibling is like that, how could you say such a thing so bluntly to his face.”

Seo Yehyeon scolded me, but I thought this level of meddling was necessary.

What I mentioned was something that actually happened before my regression too.

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