A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 474

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Initial Intentions Episode 474

As soon as the kids left, Seo Yehyeon wiped away the tears that had formed in his eyes and said.

“I can’t believe Hyoryun Diss Rap came back like this. I thought you’d get seriously roasted for this at least once.”

He must have been holding back his laughter because even while speaking, the corners of his mouth kept twitching.

“Wow, Hyoryun Diss Rap comes up here? I sang that at Grandfather’s 80th birthday party, but when was that even.”

I lamented while banging my forehead against the pavilion pillar. Of all things, the kid who played that on the holiday happened to be a guest when I was the temporary owner of this guesthouse, getting revenge on Grandfather’s behalf.

Having quickly finished all the meat again, the children came rushing over in a group carrying a soccer ball.

“Hyung, we’re one person short if we split into two soccer teams. Do you want to play?”

Kim Dobin’s mouth fell open at the sight of the kids casually inviting me to join their soccer game.

“No way, Eden Hyung’s ‘our hyung’ passive skill works on little kids too. I thought the kids would be scared of Eden Hyung.”

“They wouldn’t be scared. Kids that age are only afraid of 6th grade hyungs or middle school hyungs. And kids go crazy for that type of hyung. He plays along well with them.”

After showing our team a miraculous 40:0 victory while lightly running around to help digest our meal, I was about to head to the pavilion when the kids caught me again and made me play another 9 vs 1 match.

Of course, they were 9 and I was 1. They told me to play alone since I was good.

At least I could brag about winning the DTB diss battle 4 to 1, but I can’t go around bragging about beating elementary school kids 9 to 1.

The damn youngest line who came to watch cheered for the kids who were ganging up on me 9 to 1.

Even in the extreme situation where I had to cover the goalkeeper position alone, I easily crushed the elementary kids 20:5 and placed my hand on the shoulder of the kid who had exposed the Hyoryun Diss Rap, looking him in the eye.

“Make sure to tell your mother exactly this. I was just dissing our own family, but you guys came looking for trouble, so that’s how it happened. It wasn’t a wide-area attack on other families. Got it?”

After making one last request for the sake of my image, I finished soccer with the kids and returned to the pavilion…

“Oppa, you look like Seo Yehyeon. Do you know who Seo Yehyeon is?”

Over here, an absurd situation was unfolding where they were telling Seo Yehyeon he looked like Seo Yehyeon and asking if he knew who Seo Yehyeon was.

The girls even showed him Seo Yehyeon’s photoshoot pictures on their phones, giggling that oppa was a little less handsome but really looked similar.

How can you compare a photo where hair, makeup, lighting, composition, and editing all came together perfectly with a bare face under LED bulbs on an exhausting evening, kids?

Being mistaken for a game streamer would probably be less cruel than having your photoshoot pictures compared to your bare face right in front of you.

Elementary school kids really are the most innocently evil.

Since we had all agreed to hide that we were Rev until the end for the sake of the Daydream girl who didn’t follow us, Seo Yehyeon couldn’t reveal that he was the same person as in the photoshoot, and his forced smile was trembling.

The girls told Gyeon Hajun he looked like someone from a drama their mom watched, making our hearts drop once again, before running off at their mothers’ calls.

After the group guests finished their barbecue party and went into their rooms, cleaning the barbecue grill was once again our job.

Only after turning on the hose and scrubbing the grill at the faucet, cleaning up the yard and disposing of all the trash could we drag our tired bodies into our room.

“Doby, are there any guests booked for tomorrow?”

“Would there be any on September 1st, which is the start of school and college, and it’s even a weekday?”

Kim Dobin, who was flipping through his notebook, nodded his head.

Damn, there are.

“It’s not like 30 people in a big group like today, right?”

“Eight people staying overnight. The accommodation fee was prepaid. And… huh? It says filming permission was granted?”

“What?”

At those words, everyone who had been sprawled out sat up straight.

“Filming permission? We didn’t receive anything related to that.”

“Look here. It says filming permission and there’s a check mark next to it.”

In the notebook Kim Dobin showed us, the words ‘filming permission’ were written clearly alongside tomorrow’s date and the number of guests, impossible to deny.

“Aunt and Uncle probably forgot because they were in such a panic after the accident. Should I call Aunt to ask what kind of filming it is?”

“Hey, what time is it now? Don’t call, send a text.”

I barely stopped Kim Dobin from calling when it was almost midnight. Actually, sending a text at this hour isn’t polite either, but we need to know what kind of filming it is.

“She must be sleeping. No reply is coming.”

“Could it be TV filming?”

Seo Yehyeon asked while tearing open a face mask pack he had somehow brought along. Then he suddenly started throwing face mask packets at us.

“Hey, they’re saying filming is coming tomorrow, so how is it that not a single one of you is asking for one? Don’t you feel anything from being told you don’t have the glossy effect so you’re not TteuTteu-ble’s youngest, that you look like Seo Yehyeon, and being mistaken for Paprika TV streamers and game YouTubers instead of celebrities?”

“What I felt? That kids these days watch a lot of Paprika TV and YouTube? Unlike our time, they carry smartphones from elementary school age – how fascinating?”

“Ugh.”

Seo Yehyeon clicked his tongue and lay down on the bed after putting the face mask on his face.

“Looking at ‘TV X YouTube’ written next to it, it seems like YouTubers?”

“I hope someone with a good image comes. It’ll be a headache if some drama YouTuber or weird YouTuber comes and uses us for views.”

“Or how about we all wear masks while working tomorrow?”

“Do you want to be immortalized on someone’s YouTube as ‘suspicious guesthouse run by staff with faces covered by masks’?”

The night deepened along with our worries.

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The next morning.

Our second day as temporary owners of the guesthouse.

Fortunately, the group guests left early in the morning without having lunch. Forget about sales – I was just happy to escape the hell of washing dishes for 29 people.

“Hyung, I’ll come visit again next year!”

The kids who had unilaterally closed the psychological distance with me overnight gave me a spirited farewell.

“Uh, I won’t be here next year.”

I also waved back half-heartedly, returning their farewell.

“What, really? Then we won’t come.”

“Sure… wait, no. Come back next year and eat the wild mushroom chicken soup and spicy braised chicken, you brats.”

While I was promoting the guesthouse’s main menu items to secure return customers, Seo Yehyeon was also saying goodbye to the girls who had become his fans overnight.

After the group guests left, what awaited us was loads of laundry, overflowing recycling, and piled-up trash bags.

The rooms were in relatively good condition since the guests had done some basic cleaning before leaving.

So Seo Yehyeon and I handled trash disposal, Kim Dobin and Ryu Jaehee took care of towel washing and hanging laundry, and Gyeon Hajun was in charge of room cleaning. Having done it for a day, the division of labor became quite natural.

Even though September was just around the corner, it was still hot, so carrying trash bags in both hands and going back and forth to the dumpster several times made me sweat profusely.

“Is it over once we receive this last team?”

“A call came to the guesthouse phone earlier, they’re coming at 11:30.”

“Really? Then let’s quickly clean the pavilions before then.”

Even though it was only the second day, it felt like one day was a year.

As we each took charge of a pavilion and were cleaning the pavilions and tables while thinking about lunch menu, we saw a van approaching the guesthouse from far away.

“Do YouTubers these days also travel in Starcraft vans?”

After dumping all the rag washing on Ryu Jaehee who lost at rock-paper-scissors, the rest of us prepared to greet the guests. The van that had entered the guesthouse finished parking in the parking lot and guests got out one by one.

“Yes, we’ve finally arrived at the valley! This is the guesthouse where we’ll be staying overnight today.”

The voice coming from afar wasn’t unfamiliar.

The face that finally arrived at the guesthouse yard and became clearly visible perfectly matched the face of the voice’s owner in my memory.

Ah, that’s why it’s YouTube only, not TV appearance. I nodded at the immediately understandable situation.

“Hello, gasp!”

I waved at Navy who was looking at us with a surprised face. The Navy members’ waists immediately bent to 90 degrees.

“Hello, seniors!”

“Minsu hyung, Rev seniors are here?”

At one Navy member’s words, the Navy manager who was behind them ran over with a flustered face.

“Are Rev members also filming right now? We definitely rented all the rooms for the day, so what’s going on… We’d like to talk with Rev’s manager, where might the manager be?”

“Ah, we’re not filming, we’re the temporary owners of this guesthouse. The guesthouse owners are our member’s aunt and uncle, but they had an accident so we’re taking over for them.”

I briefly explained the situation while pointing to Kim Dobin who was having a long phone conversation with his aunt.

“Aunt, you told us too late! If I had known this would happen, I would have worn slightly less shabby clothes!”

Hearing Kim Dobin’s outcry, I quickly pulled down the short sleeves I had rolled up to look like a tank top. It was a struggle to look slightly less shabby.

“So there’s no manager either, right now?”

“Yes, we’re on vacation right now so we came here to have fun by ourselves. It’s just the five of us.”

Due to appearance fee and revenue sharing issues when our faces appeared during Navy’s self-content filming, filming only began in earnest after LnL agency and Navy’s manager contacted each other once to coordinate those issues.

Of course, we decided not to take any money, whether appearance fees or YouTube revenue.

They’re small company miracle idols like us, and it felt wrong to extort money from juniors filming self-content at a guesthouse when big agency kids rent entire pension houses for their self-content.

And since I gave them a song, it’s better if they do well anyway.

Following Kim Dobin’s guidance, the guys who followed into the room with two cameras quickly unpacked the luggage they were carrying in both hands and came out of the pension to look at our temporary menu board attached to the pavilion pillar.

“What’s this. All the trendy foods these days are gathered here.”

“I guess we’ll have to taste it to know, but just looking at the menu, it looks like one of those Inbyeol trendy restaurants trying to look hip.”

“Except for the braised cutlassfish.”

“What about the seafood jeon?”

“That can be in the hip category depending on the amount of seafood. But hasn’t gambas gone out of style too?”

I made a comment as I passed behind the giggling juniors while carrying a basin.

“We’re the ones who planned that entire menu.”

The juniors, who had frozen stiff as if someone had pressed the pause button, clapped their hands and attempted a rapid change of attitude.

“Wow, each and every menu item is really trendy.”

“It looks so delicious. I want to try everything.”

“It’s a menu selection that shows Rev seniors’ thoughtful consideration for people who don’t follow trends.”

You guys are just like Seo Yehyeon. You won’t make it in acting.

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