A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 601

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Original Intent Episode 601

Gyeon Hajun, clearly flustered, tried to pry off my arm that was gripping him tightly while speaking to me soothingly.

“My dream isn’t what’s important right now. First, your nosebleed-“

“No.”

I tightened my grip even more and cut off Gyeon Hajun’s words.

“That’s the most important thing to me right now.”

“Why are you acting like this? You’re having a nosebleed right now!”

“I know. It’s flowing from my nose, how could I not know?”

Through my vision that was in chaos with spreading red, I could see Gyeon Hajun’s face looking at me as if he were seeing someone possessed by a ghost.

Right, since I’m not frantically telling him to call 119 like usual, he must think I’m possessed or that someone else has entered my body pretending to be me.

But if not now, there would be no opportunity.

Whether it was because my eyes hurt, my stomach was churning, my head was throbbing, or I was losing too much blood, my focus kept getting blurry.

“So if you don’t want to keep seeing me like this, hurry up and tell me, Jun.”

At my repeated urging, Gyeon Hajun seemed to realize that reasoning with me was absolutely impossible, so he bit his lip and pressed down on my head to make me lower it.

Of course, I didn’t obediently lower my head and kept staring directly at Gyeon Hajun persistently, so after threatening me with the deadly warning that if I kept this up and blood went down my airway I’d die, Gyeon Hajun finally made me lower my head and spoke with a short sigh.

“I don’t know why you want to hear it so badly, but it’s not much of a dream. Just… I have nightmares about continuing to live in this dormitory for several more years. Constantly. The team atmosphere is a mess, you’re acting strange, and you won’t even talk to me…”

[⚠ WARNING]

[#&!Error! !Error!&#]

As Gyeon Hajun began describing the content of his dream, the churning feeling inside me became even more severe.

Continuing to live in this dormitory for several more years would be a nightmare for the current Gyeon Hajun, but I knew.

That past had actually existed.

But why was that past appearing in Gyeon Hajun’s dreams? Could it be related to the memories I had transferred?

And why was the danger system intervening in this bug memory? Could it be that the keyword about residual danger system parasitizing is here…?

“Usually when I wake up, I can’t remember what dreams I had at all, but ever since coming to this dormitory, I keep vividly remembering the nightmares I’ve had…”

[Forcibly accessing ‘🚫Access Forbidden🚫’.]

[Attempting to unlock memory.]

[⚠WARNING!: Risk of psychological trauma intensification⚠]

[⚠WARNING!: Risk of psychological trauma intensification⚠]

[⚠WARNING!: Risk of psychological trauma intensification⚠]

Gyeon Hajun’s voice became distantly far away.

Blink-

In my dizzy vision, with just one blink, the surrounding scenery had changed.

And…

A hand covered in tattoos came into view.

* * *

I never imagined that a life of lying in bed all day just looking at my cell phone would become familiar. I thought I’d live my whole life holed up in a studio making music to my heart’s content.

I couldn’t even grasp where the problem started from, not anymore.

As soon as I encountered Cha Yeonho’s solo comeback teaser on YouTube, I threw my cell phone toward the foot of the king-size bed without hesitation.

“Our Senior Kwon Jeongjun really chose his friend poorly. The truth he wanted to reveal even while dying was completely covered up by his idiot friend. Ah, but maybe I shouldn’t be the one saying he has bad luck with friends? Even after all that mess, Senior Cha Yeonho didn’t cut him off, hahaha!”

I burst into mocking laughter at KJ, who had died a dog’s death thanks to having one good friend, and habitually reached for the sleeping pill bottle.

Legal lawsuits and pressure, rumors and truth concealment, malicious comments and criticism, isolation in the industry, slump, one-sided abandonment.

Enduring all of this with a clear mind, at some point I became unable to sleep without sleeping pills.

This damn chronic insomnia not only gave me a terrible slump but also burdened me with sleeping pill dependency.

The price for knowing the truth half-heartedly and fighting against injustice was quite harsh.

If only I could turn back time, I would corner them thoroughly without leaving a single escape route and completely destroy them. But damn it, there was no way to turn back time.

After pouring three sleeping pills into my mouth and chewing them down without water, I reached out again.

It wasn’t long ago that I realized taking sleeping pills with alcohol helped me fall asleep faster.

The doctor who prescribed the sleeping pills warned me so much not to take alcohol and medicine together, but surprisingly I was perfectly fine until that one sip of beer with sleeping pills became a whole can.

Maybe because I’d built up tolerance, lately one can of beer didn’t seem enough to fall asleep quickly, so I picked up the soju bottle that was on the bedside table.

Bitter taste covered bitter taste, and I began to feel tipsy. I carelessly threw the empty soju bottle on the floor and collapsed.

At first I was just drowsy. With my eyelids heavily settling down, there was only relief that I could sleep safely today too.

But after a few minutes had passed.

My heart began beating dully, and unlike usual, my stomach was severely churning.

I wanted to breathe, but my chest felt heavy. My throat was constricted as if a lump was stuck somewhere in my throat.

Like briefly surfacing above water, short breaths continued intermittently as cold sweat soaked my entire body.

Ugh-

I dry heaved from the stomach-turning nausea, but even vomiting was impossible.

I instinctively realized something was wrong, but I couldn’t move a single finger.

I tried to feel around with my tingling fingertips, but there was no way I could reach the cell phone I had thrown far away.

[⚠WARNING!: Mental instability index rapidly rising]

[Risk of mental collapse!]

[Activating memory blocking protocol.]

[Bypassing block…]

[Error occurred: Memory area collision]

[Emergency response: Forced opening of unauthorized records]

Like being grabbed by the collar and dragged up to the surface from deep underwater, my sunken consciousness escaped from the dying memory.

Like in the memory, my forehead and back were soaked with cold sweat. I gasped for the breath I couldn’t take in the memory.

Gyeon Hajun’s voice urgently calling my name repeatedly faded away and became clear again.

My plan to view the bug memory using the danger system was accomplished in a roundabout way. Though I didn’t want to see the memory of the day I died.

Ignoring the doctor’s advice and taking alcohol with sleeping pills led to this. It’s not like I was crazy about dying. I could probably win a Darwin Award, damn it.

[Opening ‘Memory Fragment (4th Round)’.]

The memory I had complained about being given and taken away opened through a completely unexpected route.

* * *

I failed again this time too.

And I regressed again. One month after withdrawal.

The failure of the previous round with Kim Dobin was in some ways an inevitable sequence.

In a situation where I couldn’t create new songs due to my slump, only rehashing songs that weren’t originally ours – songs I had sold to other groups – made my sense of futility and self-loathing even worse.

With continued self-hatred, my slump only deepened.

The more sensitive I became, the worse my relationship with Kim Dobin became again, even though we had seemed to improve slightly by sharing the same secret.

Kim Dobin constantly probing whether I was thinking of abandoning the system now also played a part.

He kept telling me I needed to break free from that system, that it wasn’t helping hyung, but without this, how the hell would I distinguish whether the path I’m walking leads to success or not?

After seeing that strange blue status window that kept flickering in front of me, urging me to make choices that would benefit me in no way, I wondered if this was the culprit that gave Kim Dobin memories and made him regress.

Having learned that even sharing past memories couldn’t make him my complete understanding companion, who else had memories in this round was no longer important.

Watching Ryu Jaehee slyly present the unfinished sheet music for 【All Right or Night】, pretending he heard this melody in a dream and thought hyung could bring it to life better, I only thought, ‘Ah, so it’s him this time.’

I had no intention of revealing to Ryu Jaehee that I also had memories.

There was no need for Ryu Jaehee, who was already struggling enough with his personal matters, to handle my share too.

The unchanged results despite my desperate struggles to change things twice also contributed to this terrible sense of powerlessness and solitude.

I found it amusing that despite wanting to turn back time so desperately, I was already feeling burnt out by just the 4th round when things were going as I wanted.

Following the spectacularly failed mini album 1, 【All Right or Night】 was selected for the next activity. The fact that I had pushed this song forward before the CEO could spend 3 million won on some terrible track probably helped greatly with the smooth adoption.

The music video continuity script and the set where filming took place were exactly the same as the previous round.

‘Huh, it’s the same as this time too? Are the 【All Right or Night】 filming location and continuity script fixed?’

Sitting casually on the floor in one corner of the basketball court, I watched Ryu Jaehee awkwardly throwing basketballs at the hoop and bluntly commented.

“You throw like shit.”

And for good reason – Ryu Jaehee was throwing the ball at a height far too low to even reach the hoop.

After lightly bouncing the ball on the floor and catching it, Ryu Jaehee glanced around and said hesitantly.

“After living at 185cm and coming back to this height, I just can’t adapt. I’m still more used to my previous height.”

“In a dream?”

When I responded with a chuckle, Ryu Jaehee threw the basketball toward the hoop again, then turned around to face me directly.

“No. You know what I mean, hyung.”

Making a mockery of its flight through the air, the basketball barely grazed under the hoop’s net before crashing to the floor.

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