A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 5

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Initial Intentions Episode 5

“Those guys will soon be going to Araryo TV and Showdown too.”

“We’ll see you at the provincial bokbunja festival, puhup!”

“Ah, crazy bastard. So fucking funny, really.”

Even before we left the waiting room, we could hear snickering laughter from behind us as if they wanted us to hear.

I noticed Seo Yehyeon standing in front of me clenching his fists tightly. Kim Dobin next to him was also biting his lips hard.

But instead of frowning, I smiled benevolently.

Such foolish beings who don’t know their own future.

Those two bastards who mocked us will both be ruined in 3 years due to drunk driving and marijuana.

One guy gets 1 year in prison for repeat drunk driving during his probation period. The other gets 10 months in prison with 2 years probation for smoking marijuana.

‘I’ll see you guys in the society section.’

And since I had really experienced all the stages of Araryo TV, Showdown, and provincial bokbunja festivals, pepper festivals, Korean beef festivals, and all sorts of local specialty festivals before my regression, the impact was zero.

No matter what, it’s better than prison, right?

“Hey, are you guys crazy?”

The veteran group leader scolded them, but the two future prison idols didn’t stop giggling and being sarcastic among themselves.

“Why, hyung? It’s perfectly fitting.”

“Right, it’s not like we’re seeing rookie kids for the first or second time.”

The leader who hurriedly kicked us out of their waiting room followed us out and apologized on their behalf.

“Sorry, those guys are still immature.”

“Hmm, no matter how I look at it, they seem past the age of maturing… If they’re still not mature at that age, they should get psychiatric counseling, ugh!”

The leader’s expression became strange at my words. Gyeon Hajun hurriedly pressed down on the back of my head to force me to bow, then joined with Seo Yehyeon to drag me back to our waiting room.

Returning to the group waiting room shared by various idols besides us, I found the dark faces of our members.

If it had been just us, I would have definitely thrown out some encouragement about succeeding and trampling on those bastards, but saying we should trample on seniors in a place with other groups would be tantamount to suicide.

Especially if those (literally meaning) damned senior bastards would be around for 3 more years.

I just silently patted the grumbling youngest member’s back.

“We’re not really going to Araryo TV, right…?”

The dejected Kim Dobin muttered in a voice small enough not to be heard by other teams.

Before my regression, we failed with our 2nd album and went straight to Araryo TV. Thanks to that, I had plenty of time to focus on composition and producing.

“We won’t go. We won’t, so don’t worry.”

Since this composition genius Yoon Eden has returned, the failed idol future laid out before us will also change. And to end this regression, we can’t remain as failed idols.

“Really? The next song will be better than this one, right?”

Kim Dobin, who sniffled at my half-hearted comfort, asked in a desperate voice. Before I could give a positive answer, our turn approached and we had to leave the waiting room.

While performing the choreography I had danced dozens of times on stage until it was ingrained in my body, I listened to Kim Dobin’s part and thought.

[Those stars in the universe twinkle twinkle

The four eyes in front of me also twinkle twinkle]

…Even I can hear this is heading for Araryo TV.

As soon as we finished our schedule and returned to the dormitory, warm hands and praise poured toward me.

“Hyung, you endured well.”

“Yeah, hey, Yoon Eden. You endured well. I was nervous thinking you’d cause a scene in the waiting room.”

I just blinked blankly. What kind of situation is this? I was trying to comfort the hurt members like a leader, but why are they praising me?

It seemed like something that had happened in the past before my regression too, so I searched my memories for how I was back then…

‘What kind of fucking bastards are those?’

‘Agh, hyung! Please watch your language!’

There was a reason why I remembered only those two bastards’ end so clearly among the countless scandal-ridden fallen idols.

Before my regression, not knowing those bastards’ fate, I couldn’t hold back in the waiting room and cursed at them, and somehow when they heard about it, they gave us trouble every time we met.

Even after we made a comeback through fancams, those bastards who tormented us went away. To prison.

This time I didn’t curse in the waiting room, so those prison idols won’t bother us.

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“At this rate, won’t only 62 people come to our fan meeting too?”

Seo Yehyeon, lying on the mattress with his face covered by a face pack, clicked his tongue.

He was talking about the dismal voter turnout for the fan club name vote posted on the official fan cafe.

With 172 fan club members but only 62 votes, it was a natural worry.

“We’d be lucky if even 62 people came.”

I replied indifferently while accessing the fan cafe and voting for Daydream, which had been our fandom name before my regression.

The nickname was Ilmong, taking the last two syllables from the Korean word for daydream. Since I always honestly just called them Daydream, somehow Ilmong didn’t roll off the tongue well.

Of course, since I had no particular intention of using a nickname instead of the good name Daydream in this round either, the nickname not rolling off the tongue wasn’t really something to consider.

“Isn’t Nyx pretty good too?”

“Yeah, fandom nickname ‘goddesses.'”

When I read aloud a comment on a post identical to what Gyeon Hajun had said, Gyeon Hajun quietly gave up on Nyx and voted for Daydream.

Then he diligently racked his brains again today to post a two-line message full of flowery language on the fan cafe.

This was the 4th post he’d made this week.

[▶Post selcas and messages on fan cafe FROM board 4+ times per week (4/4)]

[2 Initial Intention points will be awarded!]

Slam, the door opened and Ryu Jaehee dragged Kim Dobin in, shouting with the booming voice befitting a main vocalist.

“Hyungs! Vote for Nyx, Nyx!”

“Jaehee, how many times do I have to tell you to knock before entering someone else’s room.”

Seo Yehyeon, who had some old-fashioned tendencies as the oldest member of the team, scolded him.

I turned my head while lying down and asked.

“Doby, did you vote? You didn’t vote for Nyx too, did you?”

“Could you please not add the ‘n’ ending to my name?”

While Kim Dobin grumbled at me, Gyeon Hajun was grabbing Ryu Jaehee and trying to convince him that if Nyx was chosen, we’d have to call the fandom nickname ‘goddesses.’

Of course, that persuasion didn’t work at all.

“What’s wrong with the goddess nickname? Our goddesses-.”

“The fans would probably be shocked and burdened by it.”

I shook my head watching Ryu Jaehee making flower gestures while sweetly calling out the preliminary fandom nickname that wouldn’t be chosen anyway.

Ryu Jaehee plopped down on the mattress and entered the fan cafe to check the voting status, then looked at me with very surprised eyes after seeing my post.

“Eden hyung, how come you’re consistently posting on the fan cafe? From what I usually see, you don’t seem like the type at all.”

Yeah, that’s how it turned out. I need to restore some of the lost Initial Intention points.

I nodded vaguely while confirming that the 2 Initial Intention points were reflected in my status.

As soon as the time changed from 11:59 PM to 12:00 AM on Monday midnight, a status window suddenly spread out before my eyes.

[☀Starting Weekly Quest settlement.]

[⚠Since you completed fewer than two Weekly Quests, a random penalty will be imposed.]

‘Wait, did I not do the fan reaction search today…?’

Right, I had completely forgotten about it. Still, what kind of penalty could it be- just as I was feeling relieved at that moment.

“Urgh!”

Something hot and fishy surged up from inside, and I reflexively covered my mouth, but I had no choice but to vomit it out.

Something red dripped through my fingers. The moment I realized what I had vomited, my mind went completely blank. My hands started trembling.

This is fucking crazy.

“Agh! Blood! I vomited blood!”

I raised my blood-stained hands and shouted urgently, and all the members’ gazes turned toward me at once. As if it didn’t feel real, they all just stared at me blankly.

Gyeon Hajun, who regained his composure first, barely managed to speak.

“Did you maybe bite your tongue…?”

“…The nosebleed didn’t go down your throat, did it?”

As if answering that question, blood surged up from my throat again.

The metallic smell filled my mouth.

Is the system crazy? I believed it wouldn’t affect my health, but it’s making me cough up blood?

Oh my god, the system is trying to kill me! Killing someone just for forgetting to search once!

“119! Quickly call 119! I’m dying, you know? If we miss the golden time, I’ll die!”

As I rolled around on the dormitory floor making a fuss, the youngest member hurriedly made a call on his cell phone.

“Manager Hyung! Eden hyung suddenly coughed up blood! Yes? Well, seeing how energetically he’s making a fuss, I don’t think he’ll collapse right away…”

The others were trying to calm me down by bringing water and offering wet towels.

“Hey, Yoon Eden, try to calm down! If you keep making a fuss like that, the vomited blood could go into your airway and be more dangerous!”

“Instead of trying to calm me down, call 119! A whole minute of golden time has already passed!”

“No, you need to calm down first, Eden. Let’s get you off the floor and sit you up.”

“I searched online and gastritis symptoms can also cause coughing up blood. It might be gastritis, hyung. And other things are pulmonary tuberculosis and necrotizing pneumonia…”

Kim Dobin, who had been rattling off disease names as if he’d looked up symptoms of coughing up blood on his cell phone, hesitated and looked at me awkwardly.

“Eh, eh… Hyung, you have good lung capacity. This couldn’t be it, right…?”

“Pulmonary tuberculosis? Necrotizing pneumonia? 119!”

Manager Hyung must have rushed over because he burst through the dormitory door in just 7 minutes.

“Eden, did you have any chronic conditions?”

“No! That’s why it’s a bigger problem! Unknown symptoms are more dangerous!”

Just like that, I was carried to the emergency room with Manager Hyung’s support. Should I be grateful that no one recognized us as idols?

Perhaps unable to watch me make a fuss while trembling and saying I was dying, the system displayed a status window.

[This is a coughing up blood penalty that does not harm the body.]

Cut the crap, damn it. How can there be no harm to the body when a person is vomiting blood?

* * *

The detailed examination results showed no abnormalities. It wasn’t even worth being hospitalized for.

But unable to believe those results, I even made a health checkup appointment and was discharged the same day.

“Ugh, my throat hurts.”

I grumbled while rubbing my throat that stung every time I swallowed. Gyeon Hajun handed me warm water and asked.

“From coughing up blood?”

“No, from screaming so much. But I vomited that much blood and there’s nothing wrong?”

“It wasn’t quite a whole bowlful…”

Strange. It felt like a bowlful to me.

That damn system claims it doesn’t harm the body, but continuously vomiting blood can’t be healthy. I definitely need to complete at least two Weekly Quests from now on.

Ryu Jaehee quietly sat next to me as I frantically added vitamins and nutritional supplements to my cart on an online shopping mall and carefully asked.

“Hyung, you didn’t cough up blood after seeing the first-week sales, did you?”

“Are you crazy? This isn’t some novel or manga – who vomits blood over something like that?”

While grumbling and sweeping up my disheveled bangs, I paused.

‘Wait, come to think of it, how many copies was it? Was it over 1,000?’

First-week sales are the sales volume for the week after album release.

Thinking of the pre-regression days when hundreds of thousands in first-week sales was standard, I recalled our flop group’s first-week sales and looked at Ryu Jaehee’s cell phone screen to see first-week sales with the last two digits marked with *.

Reve’s debut album first-week sales were exactly…

1** copies.

1,000 copies my ass.

The shocking number made me feel like blood was surging up again. So we were such flops at debut.

It seems like this isn’t the time to just sit idle thinking our debut flopped anyway.

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