A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 425

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Original Intent Episode 425

The item ‘Cooking King Dae Jang Geum’ truly lived up to its name. Having perfectly presented a three-piece snack set on live broadcast without anyone’s help, I was finally able to escape from the nickname of cooking disaster.

Dream♥Daydream@revedream

To think he’s been maintaining this concept act for 4 whole years without even his fellow members finding out

Just how serious was he about this cooking disaster concept

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AlwaysRev @ Alwaysreve

Eden made this instead of Hajun???

And without Juni too????

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YesBrain @asdl662

So cooking is like a high-level skill with extremely demanding activation conditions for Eden!

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Thanks to my endless complaints about ingredients and time, my image was established not as someone who deliberately ruined cooking for concept purposes, but as someone whose conditions for displaying cooking skills were extremely demanding.

Either way, it meant I wouldn’t get criticized. And even if I did get criticized, being a concept faker was better than being a cooking disaster.

But without this item, my real cooking skills could be exposed to the world again, so I had to avoid cooking content as much as possible from now on.

“Hyung hyung, can’t you make us eight-treasure vegetables? Or beef and vegetables! Or whole family fortune!”

“I want to eat salmon steak with homemade tartar sauce, coconut shrimp, gambas al ajillo, and ribs that hyung made after so long.”

The Youngest Line seemed to be trying to order difficult dishes from me to uncover the secret behind my suddenly improved cooking skills and reveal the truth.

“Sure, 100 million won per bowl.”

Not a chance.

No matter how much you guys fly around, you’re all still in the palm of my hand. Besides, I’ve never made such food for you guys. Which parallel world’s hyung made those dishes for you?

Damn, it seems I’ve been influenced by Kim Dobin and the CEO too. That damn parallel universe.

“You punks, where do you get off trying to use your heaven-like hyung for free.”

And even if I didn’t need to handle things myself, we had Seo Yehyeon who had become extremely sensitive about weight and dieting thanks to our music video shoot that was only a few weeks away.

“Kids, you’re hungry right now, aren’t you? Talking about delicious food will make you even hungrier, so shall we go exercise?”

“Hyung, why would we exercise when we’re hungry? That doesn’t make sense at all. We should exercise when we’re full.”

“If you exercise and drink a protein shake, your hunger will completely disappear. Come on, let’s go work out.”

Today as always, as soon as the Youngest Line started talking about fattening food, Seo Yehyeon approached like a hyena that spotted prey and began his exercise sales pitch.

Thanks to that, the Youngest Line was caught in Seo Yehyeon’s grasp and forcibly dragged to the gym, so the dormitory—or more precisely, I—regained peace once again.

“But really, how did you do it yesterday? Did you memorize the entire recipe?”

Gyeon Hajun was also curious inside and quietly came to my side to ask. I deliberately didn’t answer the question and just smiled with a “heh.” That way, Hajun would mistake his own hypothesis for the truth.

Saying I borrowed the power of an item would look too otaku-like. And realistic Hajun wouldn’t take such words at face value anyway.

Even though we now open up to each other about most things to resolve conflicts caused by misunderstandings, rather than being branded as a weird otaku who talks in circles to my friend, it’s better to hide the truth about things like this.

“But can cooking skills really improve that much just by understanding recipes?”

“I kept running simulations in my head while repeatedly playing YouTube videos. I’m a man who does what he sets out to do, aren’t I.”

When I raised my nose high and shrugged my shoulders, Gyeon Hajun seemed somewhat convinced and nodded while smiling gently.

“Then you can help prepare meals now. As you know, Yehyeon hyung has a strong tendency to make all food low-calorie, so sometimes he’s not helpful.”

I couldn’t tell if he genuinely wanted my help, or if that sharp guy sensed something strange and was testing me.

If it’s the former, though I hate to admit it, Seo Yehyeon would actually be much more helpful.

Seo Yehyeon might sometimes not be helpful, but I would only occasionally be helpful.

That’s how it is, my friend! Still, wouldn’t it be better to cook with someone who has a calorie obsession rather than having your friend branded as a cooking disaster?

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While maintaining the best visuals before shooting the regular album music video was important, equally important was mastering the choreography.

The reason this regular album preparation was much harder than our first album was because we had to learn choreography for three whole songs.

The pre-release song, the title track, and a song that was neither the pre-release nor title track but was decided to have a music video shot for it—these three songs.

“At this rate, one of the music videos won’t have any performance parts, right?”

Kim Dobin asked jokingly, but I’d seen that guy’s words come true more than once, so I couldn’t bring myself to laugh along.

“Wow, that would be so unfair I’d go crazy.”

“It wouldn’t be that unfair, would it? We’ll still perform it at least once on music shows and events. There are concerts too, and though it’s a bit far off, there are year-end award ceremonies.”

“Learning three choreographies all at once in two weeks is different from learning two songs first and then one more before comeback for a total of three.”

I wiggled my finger side to side, refuting Gyeon Hajun’s words.

“Right, it’s different.”

Seo Yehyeon, sprawled on the floor, unusually agreed with my words instead of Gyeon Hajun’s. Learning three choreographies at once seemed quite difficult.

“But it makes sense that the hyungs find it hard. We really put a lot of effort into the performance this time. I even made some parts more difficult.”

“Thanks to that, I feel the urge to run out of the practice room every day…”

Seo Yehyeon lay down on the practice room floor and let out a deep sigh.

Given this choreography concept, our current choreography was different in nature from what Rev had done so far.

Though it was a concept we’d experienced once before, it couldn’t have the same difficulty level as choreography that was quickly modified for a year-end award ceremony special stage to make it easy to follow.

At least I could follow along relatively easily since I had memories of 【Temptation】 from before my regression, but except for Kim Dobin and me, everyone was struggling with this concept they were experiencing for the first time, unable to get the hang of it.

Especially Seo Yehyeon could only escape from being a klutz after dozens of grueling practice sessions.

But even after escaping, every day was a try-not-to-laugh challenge for us.

Everyone couldn’t adapt to each other’s new sides. The special stage 【Temptation】 was restrained, plain, and subtly sexy, while now it was blatant sex appeal.

I thought we’d adapt quickly after a few days, but no. There was a major barrier.

“Still, practicing with dyed and trimmed hair is much better than when we practiced with that awful hair, right?”

“Back then, I’d look at the practice room mirror and laugh so hard I couldn’t think about the next choreography.”

It was our hair. Looking at our performance reflected in the mirror, I deeply understood why they say men depend on their hair.

Watching five scrubs with shaggy hair or bowl cuts trying to act fatally sexy while growing out their hair before styling was too much of an ordeal.

At least one person would burst into laughter—even Gyeon Hajun, who wasn’t particularly prone to laughter—so we’d be busy stopping the music before we could even finish the first verse. On days when we added facial expressions, we’d all just roll around on the practice room floor holding our stomachs.

So today was a monumental day when we completed a full song without laughing for the first time, thanks to going to the salon and getting our hairstyles done after the visual meeting.

“I just wish Eden hyung would take off his hood. It’s still funny because of hyung. If you’re going to wear a hood, can’t you make your hair look natural instead of wrapping it up like Sponge Experiment Man?”

“No, no way. I’m doing this to hide my hair right now.”

I firmly shook my head and tightened the hood strings even more.

Maybe because of the changed hair colors, the practice room was quite dazzling. Since it hurt my eyes to keep looking, I focused my gaze on Ryu Jaehee, whose hair color was most similar to before.

Ryu Jaehee was decided on black hair, but because his natural hair color was slightly light, he had no choice but to dye it to create deep black hair.

Still, it wasn’t bleaching so his hair wouldn’t be damaged, which made me envious.

“Wow, your hair color was like an impression suppressor. Now that your hair color is darker, your impression is more, um…”

I was amazed watching Kim Dobin clap and vocally express what I couldn’t bring myself to say out loud—that the languidness and decadent beauty stood out even more.

Wow, how does he say that in the real world with a straight face and completely sober?

“Would my impression look even slightly softer if my hair color got lighter?”

When I asked while thinking of my naturally half-curly, thick, and particularly black hair, Ryu Jaehee immediately shook his head.

“For that to work, hyung, even with silver, blonde, or gray hair—no, even with cute pink dye—your impression didn’t soften at all.”

So it wasn’t a hair color problem.

“Hyung hyung, what about me? Don’t I look a bit tough like this?”

Kim Dobin suddenly thrust his hair in front of my eyes and asked.

Kim Dobin had black hair with low-saturation dark red parting bridge dyeing. Without parting his hair, it just looked like ordinary black hair with a slight reddish tint.

But Kim Dobin himself seemed to really like the parting bridge, constantly running his fingers along the part without leaving his hair alone for a moment. Thanks to that, he looked very restless.

“I thought hyung was stuck with brown hair, but surprisingly black hair isn’t bad either. Is it because there’s some red mixed in now? Or did your suitable hair change as you got older?”

“Why, I’m pretty decadent too when I put strength in my eyes.”

I gave Kim Dobin, who was mistakenly thinking he became a decadent handsome man just by putting strength in his eyes and was widening them, the blunt truth.

“It’s not decadent, it’s ‘ptui,’ punk.”

“What? Not decadent but ‘ptui-cadent’? That can’t be right. Aren’t you mistaken, hyung?”

Seeing that blank expression and foolish question, I completely lost the motivation to tell him that Ppyae looked like he was spitting.

“Sigh, everyone else’s hair dye turned out fine, so why am I the only one who looks like this mess.”

“Hyung, that hair actually suits you really well.”

“How does this suit me well!”

He irritably pulled off the hood that had been covering his hair and snapped.

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