A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 477

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Regression Manual for Idols Who Lost Their Original Intent Episode 477

The status window was so badly broken that the text was unreadable, creating an eerie feeling.

What kind of system gets bugs and goes haywire like this.

“Our house used to order it often through Mom’s close aunt. Mom said she’d bring some to our dormitory a few times, but it always fell through because Seo Nahyeon ate it all. I just eat it when it’s around, but she seems really crazy about mulberries.”

Meanwhile, Seo Yehyeon was rambling on about a story I wasn’t curious about at all.

I thought if I ignored it, the system might debug itself, but the text ‘(31)’ kept catching my eye.

I had seen something like this before – with numbers in parentheses at the end, exactly five characters long.

‘Memory Fragment (28)’, exactly in this format.

[Anomaly detected.]

Finally, a blue status window that seemed ready to detect the anomaly and begin inspection.

And the bug status window that gradually turned dark red, blinking frantically in front of me at an increasingly rapid pace as if urging me to accept quickly.

Unable to get past the memories of the age when I supposedly died, I reached out even though I knew full well this wasn’t a normal access but a bug.

“Hyung, I’m just going to sleep for 10 minutes, no, 5 minutes. Wake me up later.”

“What? Hey, Yoon Eden! If you’re going to sleep, go inside! How am I supposed to move you by myself! Hey, you muscle pig bastard! Have some conscience!”

Ignoring the fuming Seo Yehyeon, I sprawled out on the pavilion floor and closed my eyes.

I need to know why I die so Rev can continue for 10, 20 years, long and well. This is all for our group, so understand, Seo Yehyeon.

[The text appears to be corrupted or improperly encoded Korean characters that cannot be accurately translated.]

With a nauseating feeling, my vision shook violently before going black, then light spread through the dark view as the surrounding scenery changed.

* * *

Thanks to the blackout curtains covering the window, the room was so dark it was impossible to tell if it was night or day. With an irritated mutter, I lifted my head from the pillow and slowly raised my upper body.

“Ah, shit… I just fell asleep.”

I had just woken from light sleep after the tattoo I got a few days ago was throbbing. The pain was one thing, but the continuous short vibrations from my phone also played a part.

Looking at my forearm with squinted eyes, I saw the area around the tattoo was swollen and red with inflammation.

Whether it was from drinking and smoking, the weight training I did at the gym, or the hot shower I took because I couldn’t sleep.

I tried to figure out the cause with my foggy mind but gave up on finding the reason.

After all, didn’t I get it tattooed knowing it would hurt?

“What fucking bastard sends texts in the middle of the night… damn, it’s 10 o’clock?”

[010-21XX-98XX- Let’s meet up when you have time] 10:30 AM

[Who is this?] 3:41 PM

[010-21XX-98XX- It’s me, Seo Yehyeon] 3:49 PM

[Fuck off, if you’re Seo Yehyeon then I’m the fucking President of South Korea] 3:50 PM

I irritably replied to the text from an unknown number and carelessly threw my phone onto the bed.

“Wow, nowadays spam even impersonates celebrities.”

It’s been years since I’ve had any contact with that guy. I stopped contacting him since before leaving, when we were still Rev, so there’s no way he’d contact me now. Obviously it’s spam.

I habitually put a cigarette in my mouth and exhaled cynicism along with the smoke.

I dismissed it as a new spam method, and a few days later.

Ryu Jaehee called me. With very unexpected content.

-Eden hyung, Yehyeon hyung says he wants to meet you just once.

“Why is he telling you that? Tell him if he wants to meet, he should say it directly.”

-He contacted you but got ignored because you misunderstood it as spam.

So that wasn’t impersonation but actually real.

“What, does he want to release a song or something? If that’s it, tell him to find someone else.”

-He just wants to have a conversation with you…

“Now?”

-Honestly, the communication breakdown between you two isn’t entirely Yehyeon hyung’s fault.

I had nothing to say to Jaehee’s firm words and just messed up my hair.

The date and time were set to match Seo Yehyeon’s schedule, who still held a top star position at 30. Surprisingly, the meeting place Seo Yehyeon suggested was my house.

Did he think I wouldn’t be able to stand him up if we met at my house?

But on the actual day of the appointment, when I saw Seo Yehyeon’s glossy face on TV, I suddenly didn’t want to see his face, so I went to the studio an hour before our meeting time and holed up there for three hours.

Seo Yehyeon and Ryu Jaehee kept calling, but I ignored them all.

Thinking they would have given up and left by now, I went home only to immediately spot Inyeong leaning against my front door.

“Fuck, what the hell.”

“Your shitty personality is still the same, you.”

Seo Yehyeon, who got up while brushing off his clothes, shot back as expected. It was the longest conversation I’d had with Seo Yehyeon in years.

“If you came to pick a fight, get lost.”

“My three hours of waiting are too precious to just leave.”

“How did you get the building entrance code… Ryu Jaehee must have told you. Didn’t Jaehee give you the house password too?”

“He did, but it’s a bit much to enter without the homeowner’s permission, right? What if you reported me for trespassing? What would happen to my image?”

Seo Yehyeon shrugged and shamelessly replied, then handed me a shopping bag as soon as he entered the house.

“What’s this?”

“My mother sent it to share with the members.”

Both Seo Yehyeon and I knew I was no longer a Rev member, but neither of us bothered to point out that fact.

It was quite unexpected. Both for me and Seo Yehyeon.

I roughly placed the shopping bag on the dining table and took out a pack of imported beer cans from the refrigerator, making Seo Yehyeon raise his eyebrows.

“Drinking on an empty stomach isn’t great. Don’t you have cherry tomatoes or something?”

So fucking picky. I didn’t even want to respond, so I ignored Seo Yehyeon’s words like before and opened a beer can. Seo Yehyeon, who had been sighing deeply, got up.

Seo Yehyeon opened my refrigerator without permission and was horrified.

“Crazy bastard. You only filled the refrigerator with alcohol. I could tell from how fucked up your house looks. Are you eating anything proper?”

Seo Yehyeon was naturally talking to me as if the years we lived with cut-off communication had never happened.

Yes, just like long ago, before we had our reverse run with 【Temptation】, when we still had what could be called conversations.

However, unlike Seo Yehyeon, I didn’t have the energy or heart to respond casually like back then.

When no response came, Seo Yehyeon shook his head and grabbed the shopping bag he brought, washing and bringing the fruit inside.

“What is this?”

“It’s mulberries. You’ve never eaten mulberries?”

I really never had.

I lightly shook off the water droplets on the mulberries and put them in my mouth. A rich sweetness lingered on my tongue.

That seemed to be the maximum conversation topic Seo Yehyeon could squeeze out, as an awkward silence lingered for a long time.

This time, I was the one who broke the silence first. I couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.

“What good could come from being associated with someone who drove an industry senior to suicide that you’d come all the way to my house?”

When I asked cynically, Seo Yehyeon answered calmly.

“Because I believe you’re not the type to make things up, especially when it comes to music.”

My hand reaching for the bowl stopped at those words. I thought he firmly believed I was more than capable of such things.

“There really was a trainee who committed suicide after having their song stolen by KJ, and either you lost the crucial evidence you needed to expose it, or the only witness turned their back on you. One of the two. Or maybe both-“

I cut off Seo Yehyeon’s words sarcastically, not wanting to hear more.

“Did you come to play detective? If not, just tell me what you want.”

I had no intention of reminiscing with Seo Yehyeon now, nor of grabbing him and lamenting my grievances.

Seo Yehyeon, who had been slowly blinking with lowered eyelashes, fiddled with the beer can in his hand and maintained silence for a long time again.

Just one second before I was about to tell him to leave if he had nothing to say, Seo Yehyeon finally opened his mouth.

“I thought I saw you at the 10th anniversary concert. It might have been my mistake, but I kept thinking about it for months, so just in case…”

“You came just to ask about that? Ryu Jaehee gave me a ticket so I went. There, satisfied now?”

I was about to tell him to leave since his business was done, but I couldn’t kick him out because there were still mulberries left in the bowl.

“Why did you come?”

“I just told you. Ryu Jaehee gave me a ticket so I went, didn’t I? Are you already getting dementia?”

At my sarcasm, Seo Yehyeon, who had been gulping down his beer can in one shot, opened another beer can and muttered.

“I thought you were sick and tired of our group.”

“You saw it right. I was fucking sick of it.”

My relationship with half the members was a mess, my songs were never sung by the members’ voices even once, only Seo Yehyeon who had the lowest abilities got attention for his looks and was called Seo Yehyeon’s group or Seo Yehyeon and the kids, and when I released my music through other routes, I got told off by a fan right to my face at a fan meeting to focus on our group instead.

How could I not be sick and tired of all this?

“But why were you watching our 10th anniversary concert stage with such a dejected expression?”

“….”

“You left on your own, so why were you looking like you had been kicked out?”

“….”

“Why didn’t you even deny it when they said you weren’t a member anymore because you withdrew?”

“….”

“If you withdrew without looking back, you should at least look relieved. Live well to show off. Why have you been making people worry with that kind of face for months?”

I maintained my silence and only opened my mouth after Seo Yehyeon had finished pouring out everything.

“What, did you come here hoping to hear that I still have lingering feelings for Rev? But what if I do have lingering feelings? I can’t go back anyway.”

Not to the group called Rev.

And not to those times either.

Neither is possible, so what would change if I confessed to Seo Yehyeon that I have lingering feelings?

Seo Yehyeon smiled bitterly at my answer mixed with a bitter laugh, shook his head slightly, and said.

“Jaehee worries about you so much that I was curious… wondering what kind of state you’re living in. He said you might really not live to your natural lifespan living like that. Seeing your tattoos and dark circles, I can tell Jaehee wasn’t being dramatic.”

“I’ll die when it’s time to die living like this, but I won’t commit suicide.”

I said cynically while downing the rest of my beer in one go and opening another can.

“If I die by suicide, they’ll be busy tearing me apart saying I committed suicide out of guilt, acting like they saw it coming. Who am I doing a favor by killing myself?”

“Living like this and dying young is also suicide if you think about it.”

“It would be dying young.”

The conversation broke off again and silence returned. This silence was more familiar between us.

It was Seo Yehyeon who broke the lengthy silence first with his cautious words.

“Oh, about Hajun…”

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