A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 418

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Original Intent Episode 418

The system, unable to bear watching any longer, displayed a status window in front of my eyes.

As expected, when I was wandering around lost, even the status window got frustrated and conveniently informed me without being asked.

[This was a memory that should have been opened when the subject felt a subtle disconnect between their own memories and emotions, but the system target did the opposite.]

[If it had gone according to the system’s intention, the target would not have noticed the strangeness of their own memories and emotions and would have been buried and rotted away for life.]

“Ah, so…”

You’re saying I unnecessarily opened a memory fragment when there was nothing wrong with me now, creating trouble where there was none?

Couldn’t you have told me that beforehand before I opened it?

I let out a short sigh and rolled up my sleeves, and the tattoo carved on the inside of my wrist came into view.

The mark left by that bastard who claimed to be the thirty-year-old me.

I knew well that now that I had opened Pandora’s box, there was no going back to how things were before, no matter how much I regretted it.

I needed to find out what exactly had happened that made me throw away my health concerns and carelessly get a tattoo on my precious body.

From twenty-seven to thirty might seem like quite a long time, but if I exclude the 21 months of military service, maybe I’d only need to skim through a few major incidents?

I just hoped the cause didn’t happen in the military. If I found that memory, I’d become someone who went to the army twice. And I can’t even get out of it with a Grade 1 physical exam.

There are two methods I’ve discovered so far for recovering memories.

Complete quests thrown by the system to receive memory fragments as mission rewards. But this method is only possible when the system’s conditions are met, like today.

Take sleeping pills and peek at memories that show up as errors. But whether this method will work again is uncertain. I should try taking sleeping pills once more in the near future. If I chew and swallow them stubbornly without throwing up, maybe another error will appear.

There’s also the option of asking Cha Yeonho how to recover memories, but since I don’t want to bow down to Cha Yeonho, I’ll put that on hold for now.

Even though he says I can just ignore the ridiculous condition of leaving the team, as long as Cha Yeonho has a brain, he won’t easily tell me if he can’t steer the situation in his favor.

I was worried that the shock of finding memories might bring another slump, but seeing that three melody inspirations immediately came to mind, it seemed I didn’t need to worry about a slump.

I checked the time on my phone and saw there was still time before going out for morning exercise, so I closed my eyes to rest and shake off the gloomy and unpleasant fatigue.

‘I won’t ask you to get along well. Can’t you just speak a bit nicer to Yehyeon Hyung?’

‘Words have to come out nicely for me to speak nicely. Just seeing that bastard’s face annoys me, so what do you expect.’

‘Sigh… That’s exactly your problem. You always speak sharply first, so that hyung responds in kind.’

‘You never take issue with how Seo Yehyeon treats me and always only scold me? That’s the tenth time you’ve said that. No matter how much more comfortable you are with me than with Seo Yehyeon, isn’t this a matter of fairness?’

‘How often does Yehyeon Hyung pick fights with you first? Both he and I try so hard, but you keep…! No, forget it. You said that was the tenth time? I’ll stop.’

‘The song might have a reverse run like 【Temptation】 though. It’s too early to be disappointed.’

‘With this kind of song? Fine, instead of practicing this crap, let’s all pray together with water offerings for Seo Yehyeon’s face to bring us luck. That might raise the chances of a reverse run.’

‘Eden… Do you have to say it like that? You could say something nice to encourage us all.’

‘Should I only say hopeful things then? Are you telling me to escape reality?’

‘Wow, if only I hadn’t joined this damn agency. Jun, out of all the agencies, why did you have to come here?’

‘…Sorry.’

‘No, I didn’t mean for you to apologize…’

“Damn…”

As if floodgates had opened, past memories that had been vaguely surfacing suddenly poured out all at once, making the unpleasant fatigue worse instead of better.

If only the me before regression had realized a little sooner that I wasn’t the only one having a hard time, would our ending have avoided being the worst?

The refreshing morning was ruined, but I stretched and left my room to start the day. Even though it had been over a week since we moved, I was still awkward with the new dorm.

It would probably take about a month for this dorm’s scenery to become familiar.

Perhaps because I was clearly aware that it wouldn’t happen this time, fortunately I felt fine even when facing Gyeon Hajun.

Right after escaping from the memory, I was so pissed at Gyeon Hajun that I wanted to hit him, but after cooling my head, I became so pissed at KICKS Parachute that I wanted to hit him instead.

I know well that in our problem before regression, when both of us lacked composure and patience, the fault can’t be unilaterally blamed on anyone, but still, I felt a bit sorry for my past self who suffered alone after being cut off in such a terrible way.

“Hey, Jun. I’m not going to tell you which of the OST demo songs is mine.”

I playfully spoke to Gyeon Hajun, who had just come out of his room yawning.

“If you can’t sing it, no solo song either?”

It was a statement with double meaning. Either he couldn’t bring out my song well, or Gyeon Hajun couldn’t sing my song.

“Ah, does this OST include my solo song?”

Gyeon Hajun asked with a gentle smile, as if he thought I was just joking.

I didn’t really think Gyeon Hajun couldn’t sing my song, but I figured I could be a little mischievous to someone who knew nothing.

“Why is hyung being mischievous again from the morning?”

I grinned and lightly ruffled the hair of Ryu Jaehee, who came down from the second floor shaking his head and scolding me. Now that I look at it, one well-raised youngest member is worth five Gyeon Hajuns.

“Why are you doing this from the morning? Did you dream that only I took your side when you fought with Hajun Hyung…?”

Ryu Jaehee, who had been quietly receiving my touch, asked reluctantly.

Since the dream content Ryu Jaehee predicted was quite similar to the memory I saw, I chuckled saying that was about right, patted his head a couple times, and removed my hand from his hair.

I knocked on Seo Yehyeon’s door, but when there was no response from inside and I opened the door, an empty room greeted me.

“Ah, this guy is really persistent. I asked him to go together.”

Since the running track in the park we used to frequent in the mornings disappeared when we moved, we’ve been doing morning exercise only at the gym. There is a park, but it doesn’t feel right for running.

Even when I ask him to go together, Seo Yehyeon always goes out alone like this, whether it’s because he still has habits from the previous dorm or because he doesn’t want to go out with me. Our wake-up times don’t differ by much, really.

After finishing my routine morning exercise as always and returning to the dorm, I noticed only Gyeon Hajun and Ryu Jaehee were in the kitchen.

“What, Kim Dobin still hasn’t woken up?”

No matter how I think about it, Kim Dobin shouldn’t have a private room. Since there’s no one to wake him up, isn’t he just sleeping in late?

No wonder he insisted so stubbornly on the second floor despite the annoying stairs. He probably insisted on using the second floor expecting that no one would bother coming up to wake him.

Isn’t it human nature to want to shatter such expectations? I could gladly endure the trouble of going up and down the loft stairs every morning to destroy Kim Dobin’s expectation of sleeping in.

Well, it’s good exercise anyway.

“We’re curious when he’ll wake up, so Hajun Hyung and I are betting right now. I bet on 9:30 and Hajun Hyung bet on 8:30.”

Ryu Jaehee said while placing utensils on the dining table.

Looking at the clock, it was 8:25. If I wake up Kim Dobin now, the bet would end with Gyeon Hajun’s victory.

When there was no sound from inside even after knocking a couple times, I opened the door wide and entered the room. I saw Kim Dobin lying spread-eagle on the bed, sleeping comfortably.

I approached Kim Dobin without making footsteps on purpose and whispered in his ear with the softest voice possible.

“Dobin, are you happy sleeping in like this? Feeling comfortable with no one to wake you up? Should I give you a wake-up call every dawn? Want to start your day with my scolding? Huh?”

Kim Dobin’s eyelids fluttered as he was smacking his lips in his dream, probably eating something delicious alone.

Then Kim Dobin’s eyes snapped open, and when he discovered me right in front of him, he was startled.

“Ahhhhh!”

After screaming and trembling once, Kim Dobin asked carefully.

“A-a-again, by any chance…?”

“Do you only listen to the tone and not the content of what I say?”

“Ah, it’s really Eden Hyung. I have PTSD from hyungs who wake me up so gently like that. The parallel world possessed hyung was like that too.”

“The one who claimed to be thirty?”

Kim Dobin nodded at my additional question.

Come to think of it, Kim Dobin was also the guy who spent several days as roommates with the bastard who claimed to be thirty-year-old me, even working on songs together.

At that time, I had lost several days of memory completely, and because Kim Dobin was spouting parallel world nonsense, I dismissed it as half delusion, but if that guy had the most conversations with thirty-year-old Yoon Eden…

It was worth a shot.

“Hey, Dobin. By any chance… wasn’t there something distinctive about that guy who claimed to be the thirty-year-old me?”

“He had a much worse personality than when you debuted and was a total asshole. Oh, there’s more. He had really vicious bad feelings toward Hajun Hyung and really hated Yehyeon Hyung?”

Seeing the memory fragment, the me before regression had reason to hold bad feelings toward Gyeon Hajun. If contact was completely cut off after those words.

“What about music?”

When I asked casually, Kim Dobin clapped his hands with an “oh right” expression.

“Ah, I didn’t mention that. He said he couldn’t compose! Compose! Does that make sense? Eden Hyung who can’t do music is the same as Yehyeon Hyung who lost his looks!”

“Wow, when you put it that way, it seems really serious and makes me feel utterly useless without music.”

No wait, at least I can rap, but what would you even use a Seo Yehyeon without looks for?

Since I’d heard roughly everything I could from Kim Dobin, I firmly grabbed the back of Kim Dobin’s neck as he tried to lie back down on the bed.

“Aren’t you getting up? Hurry up and get out, man. Don’t go past 8:30.”

“Why? Do we have a group schedule at 9 today? I don’t think so?”

“Don’t ask, just hurry out. Quick, fast. Did you eat boiled snails? Why are you walking so slowly?”

At my urging, Kim Dobin shuffled out of the room.

Confirming it was exactly 8:30, I excitedly shouted toward the kitchen.

“Hey, Jun! You won!”

Ryu Jaehee, who was setting down bowls of salad on the dining table with clattering sounds, looked at me with an incredibly pathetic expression.

“There wasn’t anything bet on it, you know? Did hyung want to make me lose that badly?”

“N-no, it’s just that the time was getting close to eight-thirty.”

But why am I making excuses for this? Just how far has the dignity of the head of household fallen?

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